"I could've sworn it was somewhere around here!" Oliver swatted a lock of dark hair from his eyes, turning in a full circle to get a glimpse of his surrounding.

"Oliver…" Lilly looked doubtful. "Where the hell are we?"

Oliver turned to face Lilly, whose hands were on her hips. "Do not doubt the Smokin' Oken. I know exactly where we're at."

"Okay, then where's the treehouse?" Lilly smirked knowingly.

Oliver spluttered, "I….it…well," Lilly burst out laughing.

She grabbed Oliver's arm and began pulling him east….or maybe North?

Oliver had no clue, but it was a good thing Lilly did.

After five minutes of tearing mercilessly through the trees and brush, Lilly released Oliver's wrist and stood, smiling proudly up at their childhood clubhouse.

She smirked at Oliver. "I found it, not you."

"Whatever," Oliver grumbled, reaching for the ancient rope latter that hung in front of his face.

"Are you really gonna use that?" Lilly asked, looking doubtfully at the flimsy ladder.

"Sure! How else would I get up there?" Oliver shrugged and put his weight on the ladder.

Soon, he was two feet from the entrance to the treehouse, if he could just reach it….

THUNK.

Oliver landed hard on the ground, the rope ladder had come off in his hands. He pushed himself into a sitting position, aching all over.

Lilly poked her head out of the doorway and looked down at him, smiling broadly.

God, she was beautiful from down here. The blonde hair, blue eyes…ambitious personality. She was everything he wanted. Oliver shook his head to steady his thoughts as he heard hysterical laughter from above.

"You look so lost, Ollie," Lilly laughed.

"Yeah, uh…the rope ladder." He tossed it to the side and stood up, brushing himself up.

"Now…" He looked around, searching.

"Wait!" He said, voice thick with realization. "How did you get up there?"

Lilly cacked. "I used the wood thingies we nailed into the tree."

She leaned around and gestured to the other side of the tree. "See?"

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"Wow, I totally forgot about this!" Lilly picked something up out of the box they'd found.

Oliver glanced over at her, only to find that she was pointing a slingshot at him, fully loaded with an acorn.

Oliver jumped back spastically. "Lilly! Don't point that thing at me!"

"You'll shoot your eye out!" Lilly mimicked, smiling.

"No, really!" Oliver said with a straight face. "I've got a scar from when we were like, nine!"

"You do not," Lilly argued, lowering the slingshot. "I wanna see!"

Oliver lifted his shirt, resting his chin on his chest so he could see where he was pointing to, which was the middle of his stomach.

Lilly squinted her eyes and leaned a little closer, and sure enough, there was a small scar that could've been made by anything.

"Aw, Ollie!" She smiled in a convincingly sympathetic manner. She swatted his his stomach playfully. "You loser!"

Oliver keeled over, grinning. "Nah, I'm serious! Come here!"

Lilly tipped her head to one side but moved closer.

Oliver reached for her, and Lilly leaned back a little. "Come on, I wanna see something!" Oliver coaxed.

Lilly relaxed as he held onto her chin, gently with one hand. He turned her head to one side; his other hand grazing her collarbone, giving Lilly chills.

"Right….there," Oliver finally spoke.

"What?" Lilly questioned, eyes a little wider than before.

"You have a scar right there," Lilly felt Oliver's finger run over a spot on her neck.

At Lilly's confused expression, Oliver explained, "You shot me with the slingshot," he gestured towards his stomach. "So I shot you back." He smiled at her.

He realized he was still holding her face, touching her neck and such. Oliver cleared his throat loudly and let her go.

Lilly looked down, smiling slightly. That would have been very romantic if they hadn't been talking of slingshots and scars.