A/n: Sorry I haven't updated in centuries! School started I got so busy. Anyway, enjoy and review!

Lilly POV

Whoa. I was expecting my alarm to go off, and I was going to jump out of my bed, waking up in a cold sweat. I didn't though. This was actually happening. I was happy, overwhelmed, and intimidated all at the same time. I opened my mouth and searched for words to say. "Oliver, I," I said, but something physically stopped me. I felt something come up my throat, and I knew exactly what it was.

"Lilly are you okay? You don't look to good…" Oliver said, a little worried.

I closed my mouth and put my hand over it, because barfing right now would be extremely bad timing. There was nothing I could do though. I couldn't hold in any longer, and I just looked down and barf…on Oliver's shoes. I jumped and put my hands on my mouth, and ran away.

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I lay at my bed, looking at the ceiling. I can't believe that just happened. Oliver confessed his love for me, and I was about to confess mine, except I had to puke. I'm not even sick! Wait, am I? I went into one of the cabinets in the kitchen and got the thermometer out. I put it in my ear, and then I heard the little click. I saw it, and it said 101.3. Wow, I am sick. I poured myself some orange juice, and then went back to lie down. I was about to fall asleep, when my cell phone rang. It was Miley.

"Hello?" I said with a whimper.

"Hey? What happened with you and Oliver at the beach?" She asked anxiously.

"It's a long story. Let's just say Oliver will have to get a new pair of Vans…"

"Uh…okay then. Do you want to hang out tonight?"

"No, can't. I have a 101.3 temperature. Don't want to spread it to you if it's contagious."

"Oh, that sucks. I'll text you during classes tomorrow!"

"Sounds great! I'm going to go take a quick nap."

"Okay! See you later!" Then Miley hung up.

I tried to go back to sleep again, but I was unsuccessful. My sister, Erica, barged into my room, with a worried look on her face. "Have you seen my leggings? And my tank top? She was looking through my drawers and found her Chanel sunglasses on the top of my dresser. "Why do you have my Chanel sunglasses?"

"I needed them…" I started to say, but then stopped myself.

"Whatever. Do you have my leggings and tank top?"

"Yeah, they are in my hamper, and I promise never to borrow your clothes and stuff again." I sighed.

"You can, just ask permission first." Erica grinned.

"I probably won't though, since you're 4 inches taller than me." I said. We both chuckled really loudly.

"You know what? We never spend time together anymore. She made a spot on my bed and lay down.

"Erica, I'm sick, you probably want to get out." I told her.

"Oh, like I care. We have the same germs anyway." She turned on the TV and High School Musical was on. "Want to watch?"

"Sure!" I yelped. I did love High School Musical, and Zac Efron was a total hunk. The only thing I don't like about the movie is that Gabriella giggles every millisecond. Is she on drugs or something? I started watching, and they were in the middle of "Getcha Head in the Game". 3 minutes later, Gabriella started giggling again. "Gabriella giggle number 1." I said. Erica laughed.

"Gabriella giggle number 2." She snickered out. Soon we were just randomly laughing on the bed, really hard. I had to gasp for breath I was laughing so hard. I had totally forgotten I was even sick.

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By the end of the movie, we had a total count of 52 Gabriella giggles, 8 Ryan hats, and 6 times they say "Wildcats! Getcha head in the game!" I liked spending time with Erica. Ever since she became a senior, she is always out partying and stuff. It's nice to know we can still spend time together. As the credits were rolling, the doorbell rang. Erica peered over my window to see who it was. When she found out she got a mischievous smirk on her face. "It's Oliver. You better go get it."