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"I seriously hate this movie," I complained, as Oliver pressed play on the remote control. "Last time we watched it, you called me! And you made me scream!"

Oliver laughed. "I remember that. You screamed so loud, and threw your phone over the other side of the room."

"Not funny!" I poked him in the side, as the opening scene began.

I hate this movie, I hate this movie, I hate this movie...

But Oliver loves it. He seems to get some sort of kick out of making me scared. And we've already watched two movies, both of which I picked. I have to hand it to Oliver, he sure seems to put up with being made to watch Just Like Heaven two-thousand times.

I hate this movie!

I pulled the pillow from the side of me, and held it to my chest, ready to bury my face in it when I had to.

"Aww, is Lilly scared?" Oliver put on a mocking voice, and laughed.

I glared at him.

"What happened to Never-Tremble-Truscott?" Oliver asked.

I didn't used to be scared of horror movies. Until that time where we'd watched The Ring, Oliver had called me, and I'd been dead sure that the voice on the other end would be telling me that in seven days, my time would be up.

"One of her best friends called her up after watching this movie," I retorted, and shot daggers in his direction. "And she trembled."

Oliver laughed, and I poked him in the side again.

"So thank you for that," I said, sarcastically.

Oliver turned to me and grinned goofily. "No problem. Now, let me watch the movie."

I rolled my eyes, but had to fight back a smile. His goofy smiles were so cute.

Ugh. Now that I've admitted to the crush, it's all I can think about. It's taken over! And that is scarier than the movie!

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"Is it over?" I muttered from the pillow. "Oliver! Is it finished?"

"Yeah, yeah," Oliver muttered, distractedly.

I peeked out of the pillow, just to see another character fall to his death. "Argh! Oliver! You said it was over!"

"Huh? I meant no," he said, not taking his eyes from the television. "Almost."

I shoved my head back in the pillow, trying to block out the ominous music. My mom was out for the night, at my dad's seminar or something. And my brother was out all night. So it was just me and Oliver, which made things worse. I mean, Oliver's cute, and funny and all, but he's not exactly Mr. Macho. So if a murderer broke in - or worse, a murdering ghost-thing - then he wouldn't even be able to save himself. Let alone me.

"Now? Tell me! It's gotta be done now, right Oliver?" I asked, hoping the answer was yes. It had to be yes.

The music stopped, and I felt the pillow being tugged away from my face. "Lilly, it's done."

I sighed with relief, and let Oliver take the pillow. "Thank goodness. I don't get why you like that film. It's scary beyond belief. I'm never gonna be able to sleep tonight."

"Then don't," Oliver said, and then hurriedly added: "Watch another movie."

I got up, and yawned. "But it's like, eleven."

"So?" Oliver shrugged. "My mom's out all night. And you just said you're not gonna be able to sleep, so put on another movie. It's only logical."

Logical. Oliver was being logical.

"Fine," I smiled. "But I get to pick."

He rolled his eyes. "Great. Another chick-flick. C'mon Lilly, I get enough of the kissing when it's you and Miley. 'Cause I'm way outnumbered. Although, now she's going out with Jake..."

"Not a chick-flick," I agreed. "I promise."

I searched through the box that contained all of our DVDs, and found it, lying near the bottom. Me and Oliver used to watch this movie all the time, and I can't remember the last time I watched it. I fished it out, and held it up, waving it. Oliver took one look at the title, and grinned. "You still have it?"

I nodded. "Obviously."

"Well, put it on! I haven't seen this in years!" he sat up, and looked animated. Which, considering he'd just watched a movie where people get killed off, is amazing.

I laughed, and put it in the DVD player. "Do you remember when we used to think our toys could talk?"

"Like Woody!" Oliver nodded, and laughed. "Stupid really."

I laughed. "It was sweet."

The menu came up, and I pressed play. Aww, I love this movie. A total contrast to the last movie. I looked over at Oliver, who turned his head and looked back.

Stupid fluttering feeling in my stomach!

"If you hadn't eaten all the popcorn, I'd have thrown it at you right now," I laughed, and he rolled his eyes.

"Nice."

I smiled. "You would've eaten it anyway."

"Probably," he nodded.

A few more seconds of looking, and then I looked away, trying to let the butterflies in my stomach settle down. What a stupid saying. Butterflies in my stomach. There are no butterflies in my stomach. Because I'm not eating insects. And if I had eaten them, then how would they still be alive?

Oh, no. I'm beginning to sound like Oliver.

I tried to focus on the movie: Toy Story. Both me and Oliver had loved this movie, and used to know all the words. I can still recollect the odd phrases, and I can hear Oliver muttering them too.

This couch is really comfortable.

And I'm sitting really close to Oliver, which isn't a bad thing. It isn't a bad thing at all.

Yawn.

I'm really tired. I was up early this morning, wondering what to do about the fact that I'm in love with Oliver. And I still haven't really come to a conclusion.

Yawn.

I'm gonna close my eyes for a second. Just one second, and then I'll go back to watching the movie.

Just... one... second...

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"Lilly," someone shook me awake. "Lilly?"

I opened my eyes slowly. This wasn't my room. It was... the living room? And when did my pillow get so comfortable?

"Lilly?" My mom stared at me, her face blurred around the edges. "Wake up, honey."

I opened my eyes fully, and looked up at her. "Yeah mom?"

"Why are you sleeping on the couch with Oliver?" she asked, a small smile on her face.

What? "What?" I sat up, and turned around.

My 'pillow' had actually been Oliver's chest. No wonder it was comfortable.

No!

"What?" I exclaimed again, and rubbed my eyes vigorously.

My mom is still waiting for an answer. "Well?"

"Ugh. Sorry Mom... we must have fallen asleep. Watching Toy Story," I explained, and turned to look back at Oliver.

He looked really cute when he was sleeping. His hair was messy - messier than usual - and he just looked peaceful. Which is to be expected when you're asleep, I guess.

"Toy Story?" Mom queried.

I shook my head. "Don't ask. Thanks for waking me up Mom. Sorry..."

"It's okay Lilly. Just so I know it was... nothing else," she said, and then left the room.

Nothing else? What else could we do?

MOM!

How can she even imply that? Well, she can, but how can she say it? To me? Urgh!

"Oliver!" I hit his chest, and he opened his eyes like a shot.

"Where's the cannon?" he asked, blearily.

I rolled my eyes, though inside I was squealing. Cute, cute, cute!

No. Focus.

"We fell asleep," I said, bluntly.

He rubbed his eyes. "Oh. 'Kay." Then he pulled his legs round so that he was in a sitting position, and sighed. "What are we doing today then?"

I yawned. "Something that doesn't involve doing much."

He looked at me, and smiled. "I think we can arrange that."

Sorry for the rubbish-ness of this chapter. And I might not have a long update for you tomorrow, because I'm away until 6:00. So yeah. Review for this one though - and thank you for all the reviews so far!