Lilly was disappointed when Oliver had to go. She wanted to talk to him. Maybe he could help her understand her own feelings. Lilly sat down on her couch and closed her eyes. Flashbacks of her life in Malibu appeared in her head. She could remember how much fun she had with Oliver and Daren. All those memories slowly faded away.
She walked up to her room and opened her draw. She took out the diary that contained all the memories from her childhood. She flicked through it. As she read it, she noticed how much times she felt jealous when Oliver had a girlfriend.
"If I feel that way, then does that mean maybe....." she stopped her thoughts. She had to talk to someone! There was no one else to talk to, so she took out her new diary and wrote a few things down. She felt tired and she quickly fell fast asleep.
"WHAT?" Miranda yelled as Oliver came back saying he didn't tell her.
"Miranda keep it down."
"Why didn't you tell her?"
"Because."
"Oliver Oken, give me the answer I am looking for!"
"I read her diary and she only thinks of me as a friend."
Oliver sat down on his bed. Miranda sat down next to him and patted his back.
"That was so long ago. You don't know, maybe she didn't realise it then."
"Miranda, you've been really great, but can we just drop this. I'm going to get some sleep now."
Miranda looked down and felt bad for him.
Lilly woke up once again with beads of sweat pouring rapidly down her forehead. She wiped them off with her hand. She was woken by the doorbell. She kicked the blankets off and sleepily made her way towards the door. She opened it and was surprised to see Miranda standing there.
"Hey Miranda, what brings you here?"
"Lilly, can we talk?"
Lilly nodded her head as she moved aside to let her in. Lilly sat across from Miranda.
"What did you want to talk about?"
"It's about Oliver."
"I'm just glad you guys are together."
Miranda looked down to her hands.
"Actually, we broke up."
Lilly started to feel guilty. She didn't mean to say what she said. She didn't know and Oliver never told her. Maybe that's what he wanted to tell me yesterday. She thought.
"I'm sorry. But what happened, you both seemed so happy."
"He's in love with someone else."
Lilly sat there quietly. She was hoping it wasn't her.
"Who is it?"
"Lilly, don't pretend you don't know."
"So do you love him?"
I wasn't sure if I could answer that question.
"Lilly!" she said, while waving her hand in front of me.
"I don't know."
"Lilly, you and Oliver have been the best of friends for so long. Isn't it weird how after all these years you finally meet again. Doesn't this show you some kind of sign?"
"I guess your right. I do love him, it's just I thought you guys were happy together."
"Lilly, Oliver is an awesome guy and you are so lucky that he loves you. Yes, I do love him as well, but I want him to be happy as well. Every time you're with him, he seems so happy. I've never seen him like that, and you're the only person that has such a huge effect on him."
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Tell him."
"But I don't know if he.............."
"He loves you as well, he was going to tell you yesterday but he panicked. And trust me, don't bother waiting for him to tell you first."
Lilly nodded her head. She took out her cell phone and called the hotel.
"I'll call him first." she said to Miranda.
"Hello?" Oliver's voice said quietly.
"Hey Oliver, it's me Lilly."
"Oh, hi."
"Um, are you busy tonight?"
"No, why?"
"There's something I'd like to tell you."
"Okay, where do you want me to meet you?"
"I'll meet you at the park at 7."
"Alright see you there."
They both hung up. Lilly sighed. She was nervous. She turned to look at Miranda.
"Miranda, thank you."
Miranda got up from the couch and gave Lilly a hug.
"Just make him happy."
It was still 5:00 and Lilly went to her closet to find some clothes to wear. She decided on a pair of jeans, a black T-shirt and a jacket. She just wanted to look casual. She felt so happy to know that Oliver still loved her. But she was still nervous. She looked at the mirror one last time and sat down on her bed and wrote in her diary for the last time that day.
Oliver was back at the hotel. He wore casual clothing and also looked at himself in the mirror. I wonder what she wanted to tell me, he thought. He looked at himself one last time and sat down and began to think about what she may tell him.
Meanwhile, at the club, James was sitting at the bar and drinking his worries away. His friends saw how upset he was, so they tried to cheer him up. James put his head down onto the table as he thought of Lilly. He had flashbacks of her smiles and when he first asked her out. But he was shaken away from those thoughts. He held his head up and saw someone he recognised.
"Hey James, remember me?"