I need some help, some inspiration

"Lilly!" Miley giggled, when I'd filled her in. "How could you sleep with Oliver?"

I groaned, and fell back on my bed, trying not to be too loud. Oliver was downstairs, talking to my brother about Spiderman or something. "Miley!"

If I could have, I would have hit her.

"I mean, why didn't you tell me that you were sleeping with him?" she laughed.

"Miley, shut up! You know that that isn't it at all. I fell asleep, and so did he - obviously. Now can we get back to discussing the situation at hand? Which is, that my mom told me that she was relieved it was nothing else!" I cried, and buried my head in my pillow. Which was not as comfortable as Oliver's chest.

ARGH!

She laughed. "Lilly, she was joking. I don't think she'd have expected that anything else had happened. It's you and Oliver. Not... Ross and Rachel."

"Ross and Rachel?" I asked, forgetting the task for a second.

"I was at a loss for other couples," she admitted. "But still, Lilly, she doesn't think that you and Oliver are together - in fact, she knows it. So, chill out, and tell him!"

I sighed. We were back to this again? "Miley, shut up, okay? I'm not like you. I cannot walk up to someone, and be all flirty, and then have them ask me out at a Hannah Montana concert. Oliver is, and has been my best friend for a while - you too, but not for as long - and it's complicated. I didn't ask to like him like this, it just happened. And I've never liked anyone like this before... it's weird. So I don't think I can just go up and tell him that I'm madly in love with him. Well, I can't go up and tell him that I like him, anyhow. Madly in love, not so sure."

"Lilly! It's easy. And Oliver likes you back, so that makes it ten times easier. At least you know that there is no chance of rejection. Tell him, he'll tell you the same, and then you'll live happily ever after, in a house in Malibu, with five kids and three dogs," Miley ranted.

I raised my eyebrows. And I know she can't see me, but it was like an immediate reaction. "Three dogs?"

"So you don't object to the five kids?" Miley laughed, not really answering my question.

"I was getting to that," I stated.

"Sure you were," Miley said, more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "You know you've named your five kids already."

I rolled my eyes. "Miley, I found out that I liked the guy yesterday. And have been with him, watching movies ever since. When - and I repeat: when? - have I had time to name our kids?"

"So you admit there's kids!" Miley practically screeched with glee.

I groaned. "Miley, I'm going to hang up now."

"Tell him!" she screamed, before I shut the lid of the phone.

Well I did warn her.

I walked over to my dresser, trying to find a new pair of contacts. There was none. Ugh. The realisation that I was in love with Oliver, had made me forget that I needed some more contact lenses. I made a mental note to tell mom, and then searched for the hideous glasses, that I hadn't had to wear since I was fourteen. Hopefully they weren't broken...

They weren't, and I slid them on, the room suddenly coming into focus. My eyes had improved slightly since the last time I had worn them, and so I could see a few things without them, but I definitely needed them.

Too bad they looked awful.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and straightened out my orange tank top. The glasses clashed horribly with it, but oh well. No use dwelling, right?

I ran downstairs, and into the kitchen, where Oliver was still talking animatedly with Mike about Spiderman. Spiderman? How long can you talk about a cartoon for?

"Mike, don't you have some place to be?" I asked, when there was a break in conversation.

He shook his head. "Nope. I like talking to Oliver."

"Great," I rolled my eyes, and pulled an apple from the bowl on the counter.

Oliver looked at Mike, and then at me, and then smiled. "Mike, I'll talk to you more about the greatest hero on earth, later, yeah?"

Mike nodded enthusiastically, and then bounced out of the room.

"Greatest hero on Earth?" I asked Oliver, my eyebrows raised.

He nodded. "Spiderman is amazing."

"Oliver, I don't think you can count a comic character as 'the greatest hero on earth'," I smiled sympathetically at him. "I think, in order for someone to be great, they must have been alive. At some point."

Oliver rolled his eyes, and walked around the counter to stand in front of me. "Lilly, trust me. He was great..." He leaned forward, and widened his eyes.

If I didn't know better, I'd say he was flirting. But I know better, so he's not.

I smirked. "Sure he was, Oliver. Sure..."

I folded my arms, and Oliver mirrored the action, reminding me of one time in drama class, when we had to do mirror exercises. And I had refused to pick Oliver... but had I done it because he sucked at acting? Or because it was Romeo and Juliet... and we all know what that means.

Had I liked Oliver back then?

"Anyway, Oken. What are we doing today?" I asked, breaking the silence, but also breaking my thoughts.

He shrugged. "I dunno. Hang out?"

Hang out. Boring? We'd been hanging out for days.

But with Oliver... now that was different.

"Sure. Let's hang out."

I'm not gonna be able to update everyday for a while - I'll update as much as possible, I just doubt it'll be every day. If it is, then great! So I will keep trying to update as much as possible. But I have a lot of homework, revision and tasks to do for school, so I'll be quite busy. But I'm gonna try as hard as I can!