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A/N: I got this idea when listening to Ashley Tisdale's "Goin Crazy." It doesn't really follow the song, though. It's in Lilly's POV.

Oh wow, what is he wearing? Why did I ever dress him like that? Ugh.

No. No no no! Is he rapping? He is totally going to embarrass himself in front of those girls.

Poor guy… he thinks they're actually interested in him. I mean, who would be interested in a guy who wears over-sized clothing, makes up lame rhymes, and wears an obviously fake beard? Whatever…

The girls are giggling because they think it's stupid, Mike! Not because they think you're cute. I'm resisting the need to roll my eyes.

Too late.

Crap, he noticed. Now he's smirking at me. Why is he smirking at me?! And not just any smirk, he's using his "I know you're jealous" smirk. Oh how I went to wipe that smirk right off his face.

I am not jealous, by the way. Nope. No way. I'm just… concerned for the boy. I mean, he is making a fool of himself in front of those girls. Yeah…

Ack! Why am I still staring at him?! Ok, Lola, divert your eyes to the… um… the ice sculptures. Yes, the ice sculptures. It's so intricately cut. I wonder how they keep it from melting? These are the questions that haunt me.

And now I'm bored. I wonder how Mike is doing with those girls?

Wait, where did he go? He was standing right there.

"Boo!"

"Ahh!" I scream.

Mike starts laughing while I try to hide my blush.

"Mike, that was not funny," I put my hands to my waist.

He ceases his laughter, "It kinda was."

I roll my eyes for the second time that evening.

"So what happened to those girls you were talking to?" I ask.

"Oh, those girls? They weren't that interested," he fixes his hat, "They were too superficial anyways."

I smirk, "Aww. So no passengers on the Olley Trolley?"

"Don't worry. By tonight, someone will," he winks at me before walking away.

Oh no, what's this I'm feeling? It's like this weird fluttering in my stomach. This feeling has happened to me twice – one was with Matt, the other with Lucas (ick). Could this mean…? No. It's probably because I haven't eaten yet.

Hm… let's see what they have set up. Ooh, what to choose? They have cookies, fondue, fruits and other snack-like items. I think I'll go with the cookie.

Man oh man, this cookie is amazing! I'm sure they won't mind if I take one more. Or two. Or five.

Uh oh, I hear more giggling. What did Mike do this time?

Hah! That is a sight to see. That girl is clinging onto Mike's every word. She is so annoying… can that girl stop giggling for like a minute?! Now Mike is silently begging me to help him.

Fine, I'll be nice.

"There you are, Mikey," I walk over to him, "What am I going to do with you?"

I smile and he catches on.

"You know me Lola, can't stand still for one minute," he follows along.

"Is this your girlfriend?" the girl eyes me up and down.

Oh, she did not just go there! Two can play this game.

"And what if I am?" I defend myself, "What are you gonna do about it?"

I give her a sickeningly sweet smile as I link my arm around Mike's. I lead him the other direction, as the girl stands there speechless.

"Was someone jealous back there?" Mike teases.

I look at him with a crazy look, "Me? Jealous? Psh, no."

"I think you were?" he continues.

"Hey, I was just helping you out," I poke his chest, "Don't I get a thank you or something?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he gives me a side hug, "Thanks."

Oh no. Not the fluttering feeling. Resist Lola, resist! You are a strong and independent woman. You take after your mother after all.

Who am I kidding? You know you're falling for him. You're totally analyzing the way you two fit perfectly in this hug. This wouldn't be the first time you've done that.

Sigh, looks like the Olley Trolley has a new passenger.