LOLIVER FOREVER!! Lol ok so anyways this is another loliver story from urs truly. My last one got GREAT reviews but I couldn't think of how to end it unfortunately, stupid writers block. Anyways heres another story about Lilly and Ollie. At least a twoshot. Might just read reviews and see what happens.

Disclaimer: Would I be writing fanfics if I owned Hannah Montana?

Lilly's POV:

I was skating over to Miley's house. We were hanging out at her house then meeting Oliver at Rico's. I felt the wind rushing through my hair and smiled. I loved that feeling. My mind kept drifting to Oliver. The way he shakes his hair, and how he's always a doughnut. I shook my head, getting back into reality then I took out my cell and warned Miles to open the door. I skated in to find Miley sitting on the couch, reading a magazine. She looked up when she heard me come in. "Hey Lilly!" she greeted in her usual perky voice. "Hey Miles," I greeted back. She stood up and grabbed my arm, dragging me towards the Hannah closet.

I struggled against her grip. "Miley? What the heck are you doing?" I said, giving her a weird look, still trying to free my arm. She let go of my arm once we in the Hannah closet. "We have to make you look fab for Oliver." She said in a 'duh' tone. I stared at her shocked. "What…but how did u…and I didn't…and he…and huh?" I stuttered. She gave me a sly smile and started flipping through some swimsuits.

I was still staring at her, completely surprised. How did she know? Am I being that obvious? Miley paused and looked at me. "Well are you gonna look for an outfit or not?" she asked, her southern drawl starting to kick in. I jumped and looked through the swimsuits. I decided on a brown bikini with a pink hibiscus flower on the right side of the top. Miley handed me some denim shorts and a skimpy tank top. I held up the tank top and looked at her questioningly. She shrugged and said "You'll end up taking it off anyway." I shrugged and changed.

I walked into Miley's room and a smile was on her face. "What?" I said, looking down at the outfit. "Oliver's gonna love you. Let's go!" she said, once again taking my arm and dragging me. Once we stepped onto the beach she released my arm. I looked at the crowd around Rico's trying to spot Oliver's shaggy head. My eyes skipped over a boy that was kissing some red head. When I didn't see him I frowned and looked at Miley. She had a shocked look one her face, staring at something.

I followed her gaze to the boy kissing that red head. He pulled away and smiled at her. I gasped. It was Oliver. Miley gave me a sympathetic look but I waved it off. Oliver finally spotted us and walked over. He was holding that girl's hand, pulling her behind him. I closed my dropped jaw and gave him a small smile, or as much of a smile as I could muster with my shattered heart. He came up to us with a huge grin on his face. He gestured to the red head. "Miles, Lilly, this is Anna." I plastered the fakest smile I'd ever done on my face and said hi. Same with Miles.

We talked for a while and when I thought my heart just couldn't stand it anymore I interrupted Oliver as he was telling some story. I pretended to check my cell phone. "Oh wow, look at the time. I have to go, guys." I gave a small wave and turned away, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. Once they couldn't see me I bolted away, running as fast as I possibly could towards my house.

There weren't any cars in the drive way. My mom must have gone to work already. I ran inside and up the stairs to my room. I locked my door, just in case, and sat on my bed. My eyes drifted to my bulliten board. It was covered with pictures of me and Oliver, me and Miles, Miley alone, Oliver alone, and all three of us together. More tears threatened to fall as my eyes scanned the pictures. I grabbed all of them and started to rip Oliver out of them.

By the time I was done, more than half of the pictures were mutilated. I glanced at the rip-outs of just Oliver. In most of them he had his boyish grin but in one of them his lips were puckered right on the ripped edge. He had been kissing my cheek in that one. I sighed. Then I heard three timid knocks on my door. It must be Oliver, he has the key to my house. I cleared my throat and wiped my eyes. "Who is it?" I said, hoping my voice didn't sound like I had been crying. I heard the knob jiggle. "It's Oliver, open up Lills." he said, his voice was calm but I did hear a hint of annoyance and maybe worry.

I stood up and quickly hid the pictures where he couldn't find them. I unlocked the door and opened it a crack. He pushed it all the way open. He looked at me with a determined gleam in his eye. I looked away and walked to my desk, sitting back down. "Lilly, what's the real reason you left the beach?" he asked in a quiet but firm voice. I looked at my lap. "I just wasn't in the mood for the beach anymore." I answered him. I could feel his stare burning a hole in me. I stayed silent. "Lilly, what's wrong?" he asked in a gentler voice. I stared out my window. I couldn't answer that. I couldn't even lie. Oliver waited for an answer for about 5 minutes. "Lills, talk to me." he said. I shook my head. "Just go, Oliver." I said quietly. I knew it was harsh but I couldn't deal with it. Not now.

"Lilly…" he started. "Oliver. Go, now." I said, my voice getting a little louder, my voice firmer. "Not until you tell me what's wrong with you!" he almost yelled. My eyes went wide for a second. I could tell he was mad. He was mad at me. Its supposed to be the other way around. "Oliver, I told you. Nothing is wrong!" I said, my voice rising slightly.

"This is about Anna, isn't it?" he yelled. I cringed slightly. I had to lie. "Of course not Oliver. Why would it be about her?" I yelled at him. He was fuming. "Maybe because I like her! You're just jealous because I picked her over you! You're jealous because she's prettier than you, and she's girly, and she's popular. You just can't stand it!" he almost screamed. I stared at him, tears threatening to fall. I wouldn't let them. I could feel them on my eyelashes but I wouldn't let them go farther. "Get out." I said, my voice low and hostile. "Lilly…" he said quietly, looking apologetic. "Get out of my house Oliver Oscar Oken!" I screamed at him, the tears finally falling.

He stared at me shocked. "Lilly please…" he started again. I cut him off. "Get out of here you jerk! We aren't best friends anymore so leave and go hang out with Miley and Anna. They'll keep you company." I said in a hostile voice, tears still falling. Oliver opened his mouth one more time. I pointed at the door. He sighed and walked out. I watched him from the window as he left. He looked up at me and I left the window.

I sat on my bed for about an hour, running through the fight over and over in my head. The more I thought about it, the more his words hurt. I put my face to my pillow and screamed into it. Ok that's it. I'm done moping around. I put my hair into a low ponytail and grabbed my keys and my hoodie and walked towards the beach.

I stopped at Rico's and ordered an oreo shake. My comfort food. Jackson looked at me from the corner of his eye as he made my shake. I noticed. "Want something, Jackson?" I said kind of irritated. He held up his hands in mock mercy. "Jeez what's with you, Truscott?" he said, sliding me the shake and wiping his hands. "Nothing." I said taking a sip of my shake. "Yeah right, seriously, what's wrong?" he said, actually sounding like he cared. I shrugged and muttered "Oliver."

He smiled a bit. "Best friend issues, eh?" "Not anymore." I said coldly. He looked confused. "What are you talking about?" "Me and Oliver aren't friends anymore." I said simply. His eyebrows furrowed. "You and Oken aren't friends? Come on, you're kidding, right?" I shook my head and got up from the stool, putting my money on the counter.

I walked over to a boulder and sat down, watching the waves come in and back out again. The sun was about to set. I loved being on the beach at sunset. I cold breeze started to form. I pulled on my hoodie and got up. I walked over to the dock so I could put my feet in the water. My breath stopped short when I saw the end of the dock already taken. I spotted a shaggy brown head. I bit my lip. I couldn't walk up to him, no way. I was already halfway down the rickety dock, watching him, wondering if I should stay or go. I decided to turn back.

The wooden dock creaked and I winced. "Lilly?" I heard Oliver call. I stopped and turned around slowly. "Lills, can we talk?" Oliver pleaded. I took a deep breath and started to walk towards him. I sat on the edge of the dock, as far away from him as possible. I stayed silent. Oliver spoke first. "Lilly, what did I do?" I took off my hoodie and thought. What could I say? Nothing. I kept my mouth shut. "Lilly, please talk to me." I was still mad at him. "Why don't you go and talk to the popular, pretty, girly Anna. She actually wants to talk to you. Or at least something to do with your mouth." I whispered. Oliver stared at me. "Lilly, I didn't…" I interrupted. "Didn't what? Mean it? Too late, you already said it." I told him. I took off my tank top and shorts, only in my bikini now. "Lilly, what are you doing?" I didn't waste any time. "Getting away from you." Then I dove off the end of the dock. I went back up to the surface and smoothed my hair back. Oliver was looking from where I was on the dock to where I jumped in. The sun finally was setting and put and orange glow on the water. I gave him one last look and swam the opposite way. "Lilly!" I heard him yell. I turned around and saw him taking off his shirt. I treaded water, watching him. He dove in after me and started swimming towards me. I wanted to swim away but something made me stay. I got myself together. I shook my head at him and walked onto shore and went to the dock, grabbed my clothes and left the beach.

Okies so how do u guys like it so far? Yes, it will turn into loliver but later on. R&R pretty please!!!

Cara