"One...two."

Two photo albums that Lilly's mother, who was into scrapbooking, had put together of the two. One was from about six years ago, and the other from three months ago.

"You look through this one." Lilly plunked the earlier photo album into Oliver's lap. She then settled onto her end of the couch, with the one created three or so months earlier.

She flipped it open, turning randomly to a page featuring Lilly and Oliver both turned around on their stools at Rico's, smiling at the camera. "Aw, I like this one!"

"Yeah, it would've been a good day if Jackson didn't 'accidentally' dump that chocolate pudding down my shirt for telling Rico's dad about Jackson's breaks."

Lilly laughed, shaking her head. She heard Oliver start up again. "Whoa, I actually remember this!"

Lilly crawled over to him, leaning to see the picture he was talking about: a small blonde girl and brunette boy sitting in a sandbox, grinning proudly at the huge sandcastle they'd constructed. The sandcastle was almost as tall as the two children themselves!

"hey, I remember that, too!" Lilly exclaimed, grinning down at the picture.

She turned back to her photo album, giving a small smile towards the picture of them where Lilly was behind Oliver, her fingers on the insides of his mouth, pulling his face into an odd expression.

One photo of them where Lilly was on Oliver's back, clinging onto him and sticking her legs straight out while Oliver leaned back dangerously, as if about to drop her. Both teens, however, were smiling in the picture.

Good times, good times.

All of these photos made Lilly's brain spin into clockwork mode.

She liked Oliver so much. There were so many things they'd done together, and there was so much more to come.

If only she could tell him how she felt, and then things could be even more spectacular.

Too bad he didn't feel the same way, or so Lilly thought. It just wasn't possible!

Little did she know, Oliver was bearing similar thoughts about Lilly herself.

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A couple hours and a kajillion photographs later, the two were stretched out on that same couch, having long abandoned the photo albums, just talking away.

"You know what, Ollie?" Lilly said, lifting up her right foot and wiggling it in the air.

"Hmm?" Oliver replied lazily, grabbing Lilly's foot out of the air and waving it around.

"I think we should take a whooooooooole buncha pictures this summer, and then make a photo album."

"Are you implying that I might actually have to sit around and stick pictures to a piece of paper?"

Lilly nodded with a grin. "Only after we have a gajillion pictures."

Oliver shrugged. "Do I have a choice?"

Lilly giggled. "Nope."