A/N: Well, here it is. The final chapter.
"Well...this is strange," Lilly breathed.
"Oh, it is."
"So..."
"So what?"
"So...nothing. Just thinking of something to say."
"Yeah. Me too."
"Well...you wanna fight?" Lilly asked the only thing she could currently think of.
Oliver smiled. "I thought you didn't exactly enjoy that."
"Well...I don't know, I kind of miss it...I guess...," Lilly trailed off doubtfully.
"Me too. But it is a nice change to see you being polite for once."
"You, too."
"So," Oliver breathed uncertainly.
"So what?"
"Oh man, this is really getting awkward," Oliver moaned.
"Yeah, it would be better if we fight."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Alright, then, break the ice, Locker- man!" Lilly grinned.
Oliver frowned. "You just did, by calling me that!"
"What that?"
Oliver scowled. "Locker- man," he whispered in disgust.
Lilly chortled. "Well, you are a locker man!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Well then, you're not Lady Lilly!"
"Then who am I?"
"You are...er...," Oliver groped around for a suitable name. "Lilly Truscott?" he suggested lamely.
Lilly snorted. "Truscott I am!" She suddenly spotted her melting ice cream cone on the sand, which had been forgotten. She picked it up, and without warning, dumped it on Oliver's shirt once again.
"That," she whispered, "is the Lady Lilly treatment."
Oliver at once took his cone and dumped it on Lilly's face. "Now that's the Smokin' Oken treatment," he breathed.
"Wow...it's still cold," Lilly shuddered.
"What did ya expect then, piping hot?" he questioned mockingly.
Lilly smiled and did not reply.
"Well..." Oliver started.
"Well what?"
"Don't you think this is getting kind of awkward?"
"Totally...I guess," Lilly replied.
Oliver scratched his head doubtfully. "I wonder what Miley will say..."
"I told you so!"
"Huh?"
"I mean, she'd probably say 'I told you so!' or something."
Oliver grinned sheepishly. "Oh."
Lilly felt her face. The ice cream was still dripping. "I'm hoping it's a good face pack," she said derisively.
Oliver wrinkled his brow. "Ew, it looks sticky. Wait here, I'll get you a napkin from Rico's." So saying, he went off and got a napkin and gave it to Lilly.
"Thank you," she said, wiping the mess off her face.
"Polite, huh?"
"Oh, shut up."
"No I won't."
"You never do."
"Neither do you."
Lilly frowned. "Oh, I do!"
"No you don't! You keep talking!"
"Well, talking's good for health!" she retorted fiercely.
"Says who?!"
"Well...I read it somewhere!"
"You read?" Oliver smirked. "That's a first."
"Oh yes I do, Locker man!" Lilly shouted.
"No locker man! Don't call me that!" Oliver argued fiercely, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
"I can call you whatever I want!"
"Oh no, you can't!"
"Oh yes, I can!" she hissed back.
There was a silence.
"Boy, are we bickering or what now!" commented Oliver unsurely, scratching his head.
"Yes, we are."
"Enjoying it?" he smirked.
Lilly grinned. "Yeah. Locker man."
Oliver sighed. "Whatever. You can call me whatever you want. Except-"
"Thanks, locker man!"
"Just don't call me that!"
"You told me I can call you whatever I want, didn't ya?" Lilly queried smugly.
"Don't - call - me - that!!!" he shouted out a bit too aggressively, causing Lilly to back away a little in alarm.
"Locker man," she muttered under her breath. "Try and stop me."
"Oh yeah?" Oliver growled threateningly.
Lilly faked a wavering grin. "Boy, are you getting a bit too serious!"
"Yes I am! I just hate that name!"
"Well, I would have loved it if I were you. Locker man. Ah. Simply heart- whelming, isn't it?" she remarked cynically.
"Shut up! I know I don't have any particular talent, you don't have to egg on it!"
That wiped the sneer off her face, to be replaced with surprise. "Oliver- I never said-"
"Forget it, Lilly."
Desperate, Lilly grabbed his arm and pulled him back. "Listen to me Oliver," she said firmly, "I did not mean that and I never will. You've been my best friend since forever. I know what you can do. I know your talents. Okay?"
Oliver took a deep breath. "Name any useful talent I have," he breathed.
Lilly, too, took a deep breath. "Oliver, you can be a great friend to anyone, and that's a far more useful talent than skating, or singing."
Oliver remained silent for a while. Then, his face erupted into a smile. "Thanks."
Lilly snorted. "Lady Lilly does not accept false gratitude, you know," she smirked.
Oliver scratched his head. "Will this do?" he murmured, and without warning, pulled a stunned Lilly towards him for a long kiss.
Pulling away gently after a while, he whispered, "Now doing?"
"Yeah. You're welcome," came the subtle, yet extremely delighted reply.
Did I mention this will end better?
Yes you did. How very true.
Thanks.
You're welcome. By the way, do you have a mind of your own? Or are you just me?
Yes and no, in a way. I'm just a mere reflection, or extension of your own mind. Your unspoken, subconsciously accepted facts come out through me.
Huh???
Psychology. Again.
Oh.
A/N: Well, this is it. This is, sadly, the end. I have enjoyed typing out each and every word of my first ever fan fiction. Even though the number of reviews I've received are nothing in comparison with that of the old and wonderfully talented hands at I still appreciated each and every review I got. Special mentions go to Spencer- Sweetie and Juls who have been reviewing since the very first chapter, and to all the others who have encouraged me to continue the story. Before I bore you further, let me part. By the way, I will definitely write another HM fan fiction in a few days, probably a one-shot. Thanks, again!!!