i am so so SO sorry for the long wait.

secondly, i finished reading HP and the DH day before, and i (for the first time) am at a complete loss for words. it was BRILLIANT. very very sad, with the death of two of my favourite characters, but bloody brilliant all the same. when Fred died, i brokedown, i sobbed for hours, and had to put off reading. but an AMAZING finish to and AMAZING series, though i'd have preferred Harry dying.

i wont keep you any longer, enjoy...

Chapter 3: Hoplessly Smitten

Oliver's POV:

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Ugh, that damned alarm clock.

My well practiced hands flew up, searching for the source of that annoying noise, beeping… beeping… still beeping.

I hit the snooze button some 14 times, and then fell back asleep.

"Oh Oliver, you handsome boy, how are you today?", a pretty, brunette girl, with astonishingly large boobs, asked, batting her totally fake eyelashes, hoping today Oliver would ask her out.

"Hey Marie. Today's pretty good so far. And I'm sorry, but I can only fit you in only next Tuesday. Is that okay with you?"

"Next Tuesday? Oh, but Olliekins, do you really want me to wait that long?", she whined, jutting out her boobs, as if that would persuade Smokin' Oken.

"I'm really sorry, but I'm fully booked."

She huffed, and nodded. Then she walked off, leaving the bunch of whiny girls, all surrounding Oliver.

"Oh, Oliver, we love you so much.", they kept saying, in high pitched voices.

"We all love you…"

"Oliver Oscar Oken, get up NOW."

My eyes immediately flew open, and I quickly sat up. "Where's the fire? Where's the fire?".

I spotted my mother, her hands on her hips, her expression absolutely livid. "It is 6:43 am, 6:43 am, Oliver. You have barely an hour to bathe, finish off your German homework, eat, pick up Miley and Lilly, and get to school before the last bell rings.", she said, counting, obviously fed up.

I groaned and lied down. "3 more minutes.", I begged.

"I want your lazy butt in the kitchen, clean and dressed, in 5 minutes."

I didn't reply.

"5 minutes, you hear?"

"Sheesh woman, I heard, I heard, now please leave."

She gave me the evil eye.

She walked out, and I was left alone, to wallow in my self-pity.

Well, ok, no.

It's just a hyperbole.

An exaggeration, for those who do not possess amazing vocabulary, such as moi.

So, yeah.

I let out a frustrated scream, highly muffled, due to my pillow.

I threw back my covers, and (reluctantly) got out of bed.

I walked to the bathroom, tugging up my track-pants, not wanting my butt crack to show.

Scratching my head, I walked into my bathroom, and squinted as I switched on the light, my eyes adjusting to the brightness.

I walked to the shower, eyes half closed, almost tripping over the rug.

I removed my clothes, and stepped into the steaming shower.

I felt oddly relieved as the hot water made contact with my skin.

I closed me eyes, and performed the usual ritual. Soap, shampoo, rinse.

Once I became fresh, I stepped out, and wrapped a towel around my waist.

I headed to the mirror, and quickly shaved. In my hurry, I accidentally cut my cheek, and blood was, for lack of a better word, bleeding. Groaning, I washed the cut, in the hope of discontinuing the blood flow. No luck. I opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a band-aid, from the small first aid box that my mum insists we keep.

I then ran a comb through my brown 'mop' like hair.

I ran out of my bathroom, and walked over to my, ahem, closet. A huge exaggeration, but whatever.

I pulled out a black Abercrombie & Fitch collared tee, and put it on.

I then walked over to my drawers, and pulled out a pair of boxers from the second one.

Glancing at my clock, I cursed. I had less than half an hour to eat, finish off that damned German essay, pick Miles and Lilly up, and get to school before the last bell rang.

I quickly pulled on a pair of jeans lying about, grabbed my bag, and ran down the stairs, two at a time.

I dashed into the kitchen, and the smell of… muffins, greeted me. Chocolate muffins. Mmmm.

I removed two from the basket, and put them on the plate. Then grabbing the basket with the remaining muffins, I sprinted towards the front door, bag and car keys in tow, bidding farewell to my two very astonished parents.

"Oliver, honey, are you seriously going to finish off all those muffins?", my mother asked, as I ran past her, clearly astonished.

I didn't look back, but I nodded. "Bye mom. Love you.", I said, fumbling with the keys of my black Hummer. "Bye dad", I called out, as I backed out of the garage.

Miles lived 5 minutes away from me.

I turned on the stereo to while away time. 'Me, You and My Medication' blared through my speakers.

Banging my head at the correct intervals, I took a short cut, and was soon turning into Miley's lane.

I could see her and Lilly having an animated conversation, Miley was gesticulating, and Lilly was nodding.

When they saw me approach, Miley dropped her hands, and Lilly turned around, hands on her hips. And they both looked very, very pissed off.

Oh,boy.

I shot them a nervous smile, and wasn't surprised when it wasn't returned.

As Miley slid into the back seat, she started yelling. "OLIVER. It is 7:25. School starts in 5 minutes. 5 FREAKING MINIUTES. How, HOW do you expect us to get there on time?".

"I'm sorry, I overslept.", was what I told her, but I knew she was going to accept my apology. She was Miley after all.

I heard her sigh. "No, it's okay, really. Just make sure we get there on time." And after a pause she added, "Hey."

I chuckled. "Right back atcha."

I looked at Lilly, who had been strangely quiet. She was looking at my bandaged cheek, curiosity showing in her blue eyes.

"What happened?", she asked, and my heart melted, as it always did, when she spoke.

"Shaving accident", I muttered, turning my attention back on the road.

She nodded.

Silence ensued.

Brief, awkward silence, for the first time in many many years.

I guess each of us was preoccupied.

My head, at the moment, was filled with multiplying thoughts. I knew I loved Lilly. Miley knew I loved Lilly. So why didn't Lilly know? I had always thought it was pretty obvious, especially the way I acted around her. But she hadn't figured it out. Not to my knowledge, anyway. And she called me the doughnut.

I shook my head as we entered the school parking lot.

As soon as we opened the front doors of school, the bell rang. Phew, I thought, safe.

Miley and I walked over to our lockers, which were right next to each other.

I watched Lilly run towards hers, which was situated in the hallway opposite ours, her blue and green clad figure slowly becoming smaller and smaller.

And then all of a sudden she collided.

With whom, I couldn't properly make out, but I knew it was a boy.

The boy stood up, and brushed himself, before extending a hand to Lilly, who was still sitting on the floor.

My face hardened as I saw Lilly accepting this boy's hand, and when he pulled her up, I looked away, angry, jealous.

Miley must have noticed, since she put a reassuring hand on my shoulder and went "Boy, you've got it bad, haven't you?".

And then she walked off, clutching her French books.

I turned around, and saw Lilly standing next to me, dazed, and a dreamy expression on her face.

I glared at the now retreating figure of 'that boy', and turned back to look at the love struck blonde in front of me.

"Who's that guy?", I asked, hoping to sound non-chalant.

"Benjamin. Benjamin Taylor.", she said, her voice clearly emphasizing her current dreamy expression.

And my heart missed a beat.

That asshole…

Only a very few people in this entire school knew that Benjamin and I were first cousins. Lilly, sadly, did not fall into this category.

And even if I told her, I knew she wouldn't care.

She was hopelessly smitten.

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