Wow, thanks for remembering this story guys :) It's mean a lot. And of course now I'm going to finish it. It'd be cruel if I didn't. Thank you so much for the positive reviews and I'm sorry for ditching before :( Now I remember why I loved doing this so much.

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"Just call him."

Lilly sighed dramatically, "I can't just call him."

"Why?" Miley asked, annoyed that they had been going back-and-fourth about this for hours. "You definitely have his number," She chuckled.

Lilly shot Miley an unamused glance, "Yeah, yeah."

"What if he doesn't ever want to talk to me again?" Lilly asked as her face dropped. She couldn't help but think the worst. It wasn't that she wanted to a pessimistic little bitch, but because of recent events, she really had no control of it.

Miley sighed, "Oliver's a nice guy, he'll talk to you."

"Yeah," Lilly agreed, "I didn't say he wouldn't talk to me, cause' I know he will. I said what if doesn't want to."

"Oh," was all Miley could say, "Well, all I know is that you're never going to rest until you guys talk. So just, please, for the sake of both of us, call him." She pleaded, handing Lilly her phone.

Lilly stared at her phone for a while before looking up at Miley, "A phone call?" She groaned, "I have to go see him."

"Then go!" Miley said, exasperated. "I'll go with you, and wait in the car. Or I'll come in with you, whatever you want."

"Except, I don't know where he lives." Lilly sighed. "Great!" She flared her arms, annoyed.

Miley grinned and bit her lip, "But, I know someone who does.."

Lilly smiled as she locked eyes with Miley, "Kyle." both girls said in unison.

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"You guys are so lucky.." Kyle said, driving down an unfamiliar road, shaking his head.

Miley grinned, "And did I tell you how great you were?"

Kyle looked at her, a sarcastic smirk on his face, "You might have once.. or twelve times."

Lilly sat in the back seat of Kyle's car, wishing the interior wasn't leather. She never liked leather. She liked comfort, and leather was anything but comforting. She bit her nails until they bled, and her right leg was bouncing up and down like rapid fire. To say she was nervous would be an understatement.

"Lilly," She heard her voice being called, and her nerves were put on hold as she focused all her attention on the boy who was talking to her, "You don't know where Oliver lives? I'm surprised."

She shrugged, "He never took me there. He always came to my house."

Kyle nodded, "So, why exactly are we going?"

Both Lilly and Miley shot daggers at him, not saying a word.

"Okay.." He said, getting the hint. "I'm just gonna go ahead and, uh, keep on driving now."

Miley patted his shoulder, "Yeah, you keep on doing that."

Lilly sighed and slumped back down into the uncomfortable leather seats. She heard the faint sounds of Miley and Kyle talking, but she couldn't make out what they were saying, even though they were right in front of her. Her thoughts were clouded her mind, and affecting all of her senses. What was she going to say to him? First off, she was going to apologize. But, she's apologized to him for so many things, what if he's sick of it? What he's sick of all her drama, and doesn't want anything to do with her anymore? Her eyes welled up at the very thought.

"We're here," Kyle said, pulling into a small driveway.

Lilly peered through the windows and noticed that they were on the beach. The house, itself, was small and quaint. It was all white, with light blue shutters. It was adorable, and Lilly couldn't imagine why Oliver never wanted to take her there.

"So, we just gonna sit here or..?"

Like deja vu, Lilly and Miley shot daggers at him, no words to be said.

"If looks could kill.." Kyle said breathlessly.

Miley turned around and looked at Lilly, who was staring at the house, a look of terror on her face. Miley's face fell, and she felt sorrowful for her friend. "Lilly," She lightly touched her knee, "It's gonna be fine," She assured her.

Lilly took a several deep breaths, not looking a Miley, afraid that she'd notice how hard she was trying to hold back her tears. Like a dramatic movie, she slowly reached for the car door. Opening it up, she stepped outside onto the gravel road, standing motionless for what seemed way longer then two minutes.

Taking one last deep breath, Lilly walked towards the door, resting her finger on the doorbell until she finally built up the courage to press down on it.

She had to fight the urge to close her eyes as the door opened. But, it wasn't Oliver who was standing it front of her. It looked like him, just a lot shorter. Lilly smiled at him when she realized who he was, "You must be Max," She said. The shy boy nodded. "Is Oliver home?"

"Yeah, I'll get him." He said quietly, then turned around and flew up the stairs. Lilly stood awkwardly, waiting for what she knew she had to do.

"What?!" She heard a voice yell from up the stairs, and she knew it was Oliver's. "Max, not now!" She couldn't help but laugh, but then the nerves came back when all she heard was silence.

She bit her lip in anticipation when she heard Oliver coming down the stairs, and from the sound of it, he was going extremely slow. He made his way over to the door, scratching the back of his head, a sign that he, too, was nervous.

"Hey," Lilly said shyly.

"What are you doing here?" He asked bluntly.

"Um," She bit her lip. "I wanted to talk to you," She explained.

He nodded, "How did you even get here?" He asked, but she knew she didn't have to answer when she saw he looking directly at Kyle's parked car in his driveway. Lilly turned to look at her two friends, and both of them turned away quickly, acting like they weren't watching them.

"Come in," Oliver offered, and brought her into what she assumed was the living room.

"I feel really bad, Oliver." Lilly sighed, sitting down awkwardly on the couch.

"Why?" He asked, sitting on the chair across from her, leaning forward.

"Because," She sighed, "I'm just making your life difficult."

He shook his head, "Don't worry about it, you're not."

She couldn't take this little questions and answers, she had stuff to say, and she wanted to say it now. She took a deep breath, "Honestly, Oliver, I am worried about it. I'm worried that I'm going to lose you. I don't want to lose you, because, well, this may be stupid and cliché, but since I've met you, I've changed. And for the better." She sighed, and stood up, pacing back and fourth.

"I was a straight up bitch before I met you, Oliver. Don't laugh!" She scolded as she saw a smirk forming on his face, "I'm being serious here. I don't even know how to describe it.. I just, I'm sorry. And what I said to you the other night, well, I meant it. I mean, I think I did. I don't know, I just..."

"Are you done yet?" Oliver asked, and she was startled to see him standing right in front of her.

She shook her head slowly, "Not really.."

He grinned, "I don't really care," He said, before connecting his lips with hers.

And in that one moment, she stopped second guessing herself, and realized that just because she's only sixteen, does not mean she can't be in love.