Title: Donuts and Guitars -- Chapter Seven: Devious Schemes Of The Rich And Famous
Summary: I can remember when I noticed it, that little feeling in the back of my mind that gnawed away at my calm every time he was around. That's right; I'd fallen for my best friend. And how I'd fallen hard. My name is Lilly, this is my story. Loliver, R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hannah Montana characters, so I'm not making money from this. Too bad…right now I need cash. (sniff) Also, I don't own the song "As I Am" by Miley Cyrus.
Pairings: OliverxLilly, JakexMiley
Warnings: Nnnnnnnnnnnnnno.
Lannie: Where'd we leave off? Oh yes, Lilly was flustered and angry, and left Oliver there in the hallway after Matt basically gave up. Anyway, let's see how this turns out shall we:) Also, in my Disclaimer, you'll see that "As I Am" is back…Hehehe!
P.S. I just realized that their date was on a Friday, and yet last chapter they found themselves at school. On that note, I'd ask all of you who read this far to imagine that it was not the next day at school, it was the Monday that everything happen. Alright, R&R, later!
CHAPTER SIX – DEVIOUS SCHEMES OF THE RICH AND FAMOUS
"There have been recent reports of--" Click!
"He's and android, there's nothing you can--" Click!
"Oh I see there's a letter here from Grandpa Pra-" Click!
"Are you insane? Do you have any idea how stupid that idea is?" Click!
"C'mon Rover, c'mon boy, over here! Ro-" Click!
"Ugh!" I grumbled as I turned the TV off, since there was absolutely nothing on.
Miley had satellite, how could there be nothing on? Over 300 channels and I had nothing to watch. Maybe there was something on and I was just too distracted to care or notice.
Then again, it was Sunday, meaning there was nothing on no matter what channel you chose. Ugh, it was Sunday, that's right…meaning tomorrow it will be a full week I haven't spoken to Oliver.
Yup, after what happened with Matt I…I think I blame Oliver. I mean, in a way Matt was right. If Oliver had acted sooner, or if he hadn't acted at all, this never would have happened. I never would have had to break my friend's heart when he realized he had lost.
I felt absolutely horrible after Monday, so I had gone to see Matt as soon as I could, as soon as he'd talk to me again. We had made up, to a certain degree, and this week I'd seen him a bit, talked to him, and we'd gotten a bit of our friendship back.
He'd even agreed to still come to the recording of "As I Am" to play guitar as I sang and I had almost cried out of happiness, guilt and sadness. Miley had kept me on track though, and we'd gotten through.
I glanced at my Ipod, which lay on the bed beside me and smiled faintly. I knew the song was on there, Miley had purposely stolen my Ipod this morning once I had gotten here. I frowned, looking around her otherwise vacant room.
Speaking of which, where was she? And Jake? I grimaced as a few answers came to mind and shook my head. On second thought, I didn't want to know. I swear, if they'd forgotten about me…
"Bug off Jackson, can't you see we're having a discussion here!" I heard Miley yelled from the staircase and I frowned.
"Sounds more like an argument ta me Sis!" Jackson laughed and I heard Miley's squeak of annoyance.
"Fine, c'mon you guys, we're going to my room, where we can talk about this privately!!" Miley shouted, putting emphasis for her brother. I heard a clamor of footsteps coming up the stairs and a little light dinged in my head.
Had she said 'c'mon guys'? Who else was here? Was it Matt? Was it one of their famous friends? Was it...someone….from…
I received my answer and my mouth fell open as I craned my neck back towards to door and spotted who stood there, in front of Miley and Jake. His familiar brown hair was much messier than usual and his brown eyes reflected that he had not slept well in a while – if at all. Oliver.
His eyes had widened upon seeing me as well – so they hadn't told him I was here had they? Just like that hadn't told me he'd be showing up? Miley was dead. And so was her blonde accomplice.
I shot up and planned to storm over to them but before I could do anything more, I saw Jake push Oliver forward into the room and smiling, both he and Miley shut the door. A click resonated in the silent room. Joy, they'd locked us in.
Why was it that Miley just had to have one of those stupid houses where the doors lock from the outside? Sure, it was fun sometimes, when you wanted to joke around, but this wasn't the time to be joking.
"I bet you anything they cooked this all up," Oliver said it, I had thought it but he had said it. Odd really, for a moment there, I thought I had voiced my thought and sounded like a guy.
"Well thank you Mr. Obvious, I'm sure that statement needed to be spoken," I said rather irritably and I saw him grimace at my tone. Good, he knew I was angry.
I sat back down on the bed and turned back on the TV, just for something to do, even though there was nothing on. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him standing there, not moving.
"I'm mad, but I won't bite," I chuckled darkly, indicating to extra space to sit on the bed near me. Not beside me, near. So he sat down.
I flashed to an episode of "8 Simple Rules to Dating My Teenage Daughter" and watched as one of the girls climbed down the terrace outside her bedroom window to sneak out. I turned off the TV and laughed hollowly at how stupid I was.
I got up and felt Oliver's eyes watching as I went over to the window. I tried opening it but then found out it too was locked. Where was I, in Juvie or something? I groaned and walked all the way to Miley's bedroom door, hoping they'd still be there listening…actually, I knew they were there listening, knowing they had cooked this up.
"Miley, let me out right now!" I yelled through the wood of the door.
"No way, the two of ya need ta talk this over, and since ya won't do it yourselves, Jake and I had to step in," Miley replied smartly. "I'm not lettin' you out so get talkin'!"
"Evil!" I groaned before returning to my spot on her bed and plopping down, steaming mad.
It took at least ten awkwardly silent minutes until finally, one of us decided to speak. That someone was not me.
"Lilly, listen, sooner or later we have to…," he trailed off when I glared at him. His frail look soon hardened into that of determination and he moved closer. "I don't care if you hate me. I don't care if you're mad at me. I just want to know why. That's all. Please Lilly."
I looked at him incredulously but instead of blowing up at him like I wanted to, I took a deep breath, a very deep breath, and looked at him.
"Why do you think I'm mad at you Oliver? What is it recently that you got in the way of and screwed up?" I asked as politely as possible but anger slipped through and I know he noticed it.
"You and Matt…your beginning of a relationship…," Oliver managed to say, not through anger, but through sadness. I frowned, I though he'd be mad like he had been on Monday when…when all those things had happened.
After another few minutes of silence, I heard him get to his feet and in the corner of my eye, I saw him clench his fists. This made me look up at him. Instead of being faced with anger like I believed I would be, considering his clenched fists, I found a bit of sadness and…remorse.
"I'm sorry if…I'm sorry if I screwed up your relationship with Matt," he told me. He wasn't looking at me, he was staring at the ground near his feet. "I'm sorry if I let my feelings get the best of me just this once and happened to ruin the good things in your life. I'm sorry if I've completely made our friendship awkward. I'm sorry if-"
He stopped when I got to my feet and grabbed his hands in mine, smiling a little. Grief and pain shot through my heart like a bullet and I wanted so badly to hug him, to cry and to make up, to tell him I forgave him but…things still had to be settled – a lot of things.
He brought his eyes to look into mine and the usual happy and challenging flare that swirled in those brown depths wasn't there. It was replaced by a glazed look of both sadness and sleep-deprivation.
Completely putting aside his lament mere moments before, I stared at him. "Oliver, are you ok? You look like you haven't slept in…forever."
"I…I uh…haven't," he whispered. "Not since…Monday…"
My eyes widened and I took half a step back, still holding his hands. "Oliver are you nuts? That's almost a full week without sleep! Why would you do that? What the heck aren't you sleeping?"
"You really want the answer Lil?" he sighed and I frowned, nodding. "After what happened Monday I…I felt so bad I…I thought you hated me. That whole scene kept playing over and over again in my head, taunting me and laughing at me, making me think more and more that I was the biggest idiot in the world."
"Oliver I don't hate you…I was just mad, I mean, you acted kind of selfishly and…and even though I didn't fight back I…I still knew it was wrong and…look what came of it," I sighed.
"Exactly why I said I'm the biggest idiot in the world," Oliver muttered bitterly, trying to turn away but I tightened my grip on his hands, not letting him.
"No, you're not," I told him firmly. "You're just a dork who was confused about a lot of things…like his feelings…much like I am."
"You have no idea Lilly," Oliver began, looking up at me sadly. "Do you have any idea why what happened Friday last week and Monday tore me apart? Everything that happened between you and me…the time together and…the kisses I…I couldn't control myself I…I wanted to give in to my feelings so bad but…I knew I couldn't because of Matt. All these years…things have been getting worse…my feelings stronger…"
My eyes widened as the words Matt had spoken against Oliver on Monday ran through my head and I slowly came to a realization. When Matt had said Oliver had never acted on his feelings for me…had he been telling the truth? Thankfully Oliver was like a mind reader right now, because he answered my questions and so many more.
"When I fought with Matt, I didn't fight because I didn't like him, I fought because I finally realized that the reason I didn't like him was because he had you. He had gotten the courage to ask of you what I haven't been able to for so long…," Oliver sighed. "Lilly I…growing up, I always thought of you as my best friend, always. But when we started to know what liking someone meant I…I started to realize I didn't want to be your best friend anymore…I wanted to be so much more."
"Oliver…," I started but he shook his head pleadingly, signaling he wanted to finish.
"So many times in the past few years, I've wanted to tell you…and I've tried but…I was never able to and…god so many times I've felt like an idiot but never more than right now…I'm telling you all this after everything that's happened but…I don't even know if you feel the same," Oliver stated, refraining from hitting himself over the head. "On Friday when…when I kissed you I immediately thought it was a mistake, that I was being an idiot, not thinking and letting my feelings get the best of me. But then…at your place you…you kissed me back and I…my mind was spinning and my heart went nuts I…I thought…maybe…just maybe…you really did feel the same. I love you and I…I wish so badly that you'd love me too but I…I…"
"You're a donut, you know that?" I asked, laughing. "Round substance with nothin in the middle – round head with nothing in the middle."
"One – way to ruin a moment, again. Two – that's really mean. I just spilled my heart out and explained everything to you and the best you can come up with-"
He was cut off when I leaned forward and pressed my lips onto his, causing his eyes to widen before he returned, deepening the kiss. He pulled away however and stared at me in confusion.
"Usually, you're great at reading me like a book Ollie, and if you say you've like…loved me for that long now…then you're terrible at reading me for this," I smiled. I reached backwards on the bed for my Ipod and picked it up, bringing it closer as I pressed play and turned it up so he could hear it.
"What are you…?" he began.
"Shush, listen!" I told him and he nodded, listening as my own voice and Matt's guitar flooding from the headphones.
"Gonna stay in bed today, 'cuz I can't stand the light,
Don't know why I get so down.
I won't be much fun tonight, and I can't believe,
You still wanna hang around, me.
It's not so pretty all the time, you don't mind,
To you it's all right…
As I am, is how you take me,
Never try to push or make me different, when I talk you listen, to me.
As I am, is how you want me and,
I know I've found the piece that's missing, I'm looking at him.
I'm not the girl you think you see, but maybe that's a lie,
You almost know me better than, me, myself and I!
Don't know a lot of things, but I know what I got…
It's not so perfect everyday; I don't have to try,
Cause it all falls into place…
As I am, is how you take me,
Never try to push or make me different, when I talk you listen, to me.
As I am, is how you want me and,
I know I've found the piece that's missing, I'm looking at him.
Face to face, eye to eye, you're standing there, feels good on the inside.
I don't mind, I don't care, you're standing there, seeing me for the first time,
Seeing me for the first time…seeing me for the first time!
As I am, is how you take me,
Never try to push or make me different, when I talk you listen, to me.
As I am, is how you want me and,
I know I've found the piece that's missing, I'm looking at him.
Found the piece that's missing, take me as I am!
When I talk, you listen, take me as I am!
Found the piece that's missing; take me as I am…"
"That…but that was…you and…the lyrics you…but…," Oliver stumbled over his words, confused. "Why?"
"Matt played guitar and Miley helped us record it…I wrote that song to reflect my feelings. Because I actually do like…no, I really do love donuts…and not just any donut," I smiled.
He pointed a finger at himself, looking at me with the most adorable puzzled expression I had ever seen him wear.
"Yes, you," I giggled. "My dorky donut-boy."
He smiled for a moment before frowning again and I sighed, silently asking him what was wrong with a look.
"What about Matt? If you…if you felt that way about me…why did you…you know…and I…what about me…," he stuttered a jumbled mess but I got the gist of it. It was now my turn to shuffle my feet uncomfortably and stared at them.
"I thought…I thought you were the one who didn't like me. Always talking about all the girls that like you or that you go out with and…," I stammered nervously as my face burned and flushed red.
He placed two fingers under my chin and lifted my face up to look at him. "Now who's the donut?"
"I am, but that's ok, that means we're a couple of donuts," I smiled, leaning up to kiss him again. As we broke off and hugged, I whispered into his ear. "Hey, still think Miley and Jake are listening?"
He nodded silently and I smiled again. This time, I spoke louder on purpose. "Well since our status has changed from Best Friends Forever, how about we carve it into something like last time? Like perhaps wood or something?"
My eyes scanned the room and I laughed at Miley's headboard. "Look, Miley's headboard should do fine to carve our initials and everything into!"
"NO!" Miley yelled, bursting into the room. "I'll give you a clipboard or something, but not my headboard!"
"Oh hi Miley! What brings you here?" I smiled and Oliver wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. "Eavesdropping much?"
"Ehehe…," Miley grinned sheepishly and quickly waved the subject off, pretending she had no idea what I meant. Instead, she pointed at me and Oliver.
"Aww look Jake, they're finally together!" Miley smiled, leaning back into Jake as he too smiled.
"Of course we are, all along these were the devious schemes of the rich and famous weren't they?" Oliver grinned and I smiled with him.
"Naturally," Jake nodded.
"I told you my meddling wasn't all bad!" Miley exclaimed and we all laughed. I glanced at Oliver and smiled.
"Thanks you two," I said gratefully, leaning further into Oliver's grasp as Miley and Jake smiled.
Lannie: And there you have it, the end to my Loliver fanfic. I thank everyone who stuck with me this far and loved my story and reviewed, it kept me motivated to keep going. Anyway, this concludes it all, sorry to say but if you liked my writing, check out my profile, every one of my stories is from a different category so you might find something you like.
And for any Harry Potter fans, stay tuned if you'd be interested in reading a story with the movie scripts with my OC character and some of my own twists. Thanks a bunch, bye!