A/N Yes, I finally updated! I've really been trying to write this chapter, but I had a MASSIVE writer's block. I'm now over it, and since it's summer and I've nothing to do (I'm so lame!), here it is!
It was really hard choosing from all the good ideas I received, but in the end I chose x miss magic x's idea. So you win a virtual puppy! Yay for you!
And to all the runner-ups (CrayonsAndSunlight, iluvlilly, Miss-Frenchie, PaperBagsAndPlasticHearts, and princess cutie), you all recieve virtual waffles!
Disclaimer: OK, so I met this gypsy, right? And she happened to tell me that I actually owned Hannah Montana. Then, she told me that Moliver was going to happen. So at that point, I kinda realized that she was lying.
Chapter 6
He should always call you back when you hang up on him after a fight…
Two months, four days, twelve hours, and seven minutes, and three seconds.
Wow.
Lilly was pretty sure it was considered pathetic to know the exact time since your breakup. I could probably get arrested in 38 states. And Puerto Rico.
It wasn't like she actually wanted to dwell on the past, but there it was. It was there every time Lilly heard some preppy wannabe exclaim "OMG, isn't Matt Marshall like the HOT-TE-EST?!" while she was hiding in…I-I mean…using the restroom. With every flirty look Matt sent the cheerleaders, with every girl he asked out, Lilly was reminded.
And she hated that.
She hated how Matt could just dump her and move on with his life. It doesn't even matter that he dumped stupid Amber too. She loathed how easily he could forget. All the laughs, all the cries, the...memories. Had he no heart? Lilly was the one who taught him to do a kick flip. In fact, before she had helped him, Matt had sucked at skateboarding. If only the girls at school knew that.
And he even had had the nerve to flirt (well, not really, but in Lilly's mind) with Miley on Valentines Day.
Lilly gave a disgusted sigh and threw her head back, accidentally bonking it on her headboard. Rubbing her head, she got up to examine her closet. Shoved somewhere deep in the dark depths of her closet were the girly clothes Miley had made her purchase before the first Matt fiasco.
If Matt wanted to hurt her through a friend, payback was only fair game.
The blonde reached in hesitatingly and pulled out a wrinkle blue T-shirt with a picture of a green cow on it. Why the heck do I even have this? And where the heck is the stupid skirt?
"Mom!"
"Yeah, Lilly?"
"Ummm...have you happened to have seen my, like, knee-length skirt?"
Heather Truscott popped her head in the doorway. She glanced at the ceiling in thought, and then frowned.
"Oh, that thing….well, I was cleaning out your closet and found it….since I figured that you would never actually wear it, I…uh…gave it to the Goodwill shop down by Target. Why?"
"MOM!"
Lilly raced down the hall. There was no way her skirt could be gone. It'd better not be. I spent a good part of my stinkin' allowance to pay for it. She attempted to pull on her high-tops while fishing around for the car keys in the jar on the counter. Her mother leaned casually against the fridge, amused by her daughter's antics.
"Mom, we have to go get that skirt back. Like, now. Go get the car ready!" Lilly exclaimed with a toss of the keys. Heather caught them and placed them back in the jar, earning a "WTF" look from her daughter.
"Lilly, I cleaned out your closet a month ago. Someone's most likely already bought it."
Lilly slumped against the stove. She was defeated, at least, in her mind. Great, what am I gonna do now? You can't make your ex jealous by being flirty without wearing a skirt.
How do I even know that?
"Sweetie, honestly, if you need one soooo badly, why don't we just go shopping and I'll buy you one? Then we go eat at that new restaurant, "Le Mushrooms". It'll be like Girl's Night Out. You can even invite Miley."
The young girl glanced at her mother. She hated that she had made such a big deal and that her mom had thought up an easy plan. God, I'm so stupid. Lilly extracted her cell phone from her pocket and pressed speed-dial number 2. Like I'd ever actually tell Miley she came second to Oliver.
"Hey, Lilly."
Lilly giggled. Miley's accent was always stronger over the phone for some weird reason. She sounded like a genuine cow-girl, but then again, she kinda was.
"Hey, Miley. Ummm…me and my mom are gonna go shoppin'. Wanna come? It's gonna be like a Girl's Night Out thing-y."
"Sure, it'd be cool to have a Girl's Night Out. GNO." There was a pause. "Why does that sound so familiar?"
Lilly shrugged, knowing full well the brunette couldn't see her.
LoliverRocksItKicksMoliver'sButtMoliverKillsChildrenMURDERERS!!
Lilly stared at herself in the dirty bathroom mirror. The reflection was blurry and, because some idiots had decided to deface school property, now had things like "Joe Jonas is SO SEXYYYYY!!" and "Danielle is a bi-otch and slut" written across it.
Miley had done her hair (a gorgeous high pony-tail) and makeup again, the whole two hours spent nagging her about this being stupid and she shouldn't change to get guys' attention. The blonde rolled her eyes. This wasn't about getting about a guy's attention (well, it kinda was), this was about making Matt squirm. Wow, I sound evil. Mhuahahahaha. Now that's scary.
She was wearing a denim mini paired with a striped, sequined tank. Lilly had first felt kinda naked with the small shirt, so she had worn a lacy black tank top under it. Her shoes were white with black swirls cascading over them. Also, since Lilly's mom wouldn't allow her daughter to wear hoop earrings, Miley had "accidentally" dropped a pair of hers intoLilly's hands and Lilly had "accidentally" put them on.
The blonde twirled and gave one last glance at the mirror. Oh yeah, I'm sexyyyy. Ha-ha. I crack myself up.
"Lilly, come on! Matt, like, just walked by! With Todd!" Miley exclaimed. She stood guarding the doorway and stalking…I mean…watching for the heart breaker. "OK, all you have to do is walk up to Todd and be flirty. But try and be convincing, 'cause while Todd may be completely oblivious, Matt will definitely be able to tell if it's fake."
Lilly rolled her eyes. "I have no idea how I'm gonna be able to actually flirt with Todd and pretend to be sexy without wanting to laugh my heart out. I mean, it's Todd."
Miley simply steered her out the door toward Matt.
"Hey, Matt…Todd." Miley squeaked, excitedly. She gave Lilly a giant push toward the latter, sending him toppling. Lilly tripped and ended up sprawled across his thighs.
"Awww, aren't they so cute?"
Matt frowned and mumbled, "Yeah", earning a devilish smile from Miley. By now, the two blondes had gotten up and Lilly was working her magic.
"Soooo, Todd, how're ya doin'?" She giggled and batted her eyelashes.
"Pretty sweet, dude, 'cept for that fall back there. Wowww." He flashed a cheesy grin.
"Oh, Todd, you're so funny."
"You know what's funny? You're kinda acting like you were when you were girly. It's funny."
Lilly giggled and swatted his chest playfully, while glancing quickly at Matt. He didn't seem to mind the flirting; in fact, he had walked away. Maybe he'll come back. Or some one will see us and ask if Todd and I are going out. OK, ewwwwwwwww.
She spotted Miley chatting with Oliver. He kept shooting the dolled-up blonde glares from across the courtyard. Man, what did I do this time? She pushed herself away from Todd and strolled over to her two best friends. But as she approached, Oliver walked away. Lilly looked at Miley, confused.
"What the heck was that about?"
Miley shrugged. "He wanted to know what you were doin', and told him, and he got pissed. Boy's probably just jealous."
"Why would he be jealous?"
Miley just sent her a "duh" look and walked off.
LoliverRocksItKicksMoliver'sButtMoliverKillsChildrenMURDERERS!!
"Oliverrrrrr. Oliverrrrrrr. Pick up your stupid phone. Nowwwwwwwwwwwww."
Lilly stared angrily at her cell, willing it to ring. Nothing. Complete Silence. She growled lightly and motioned to pick it up again. It wouldn't hurt to call Oliver one more time. After all, twenty-first time's the charm.
This time, she decided to star 67, and then dial. Oliver actually picked up this time.
"Hello?"
"Oliver, what the heck? Why've you been ignoring me?"
There was a hesitant pause. Lilly clung to her phone. God, Oliver, you'd better not hang up. I'll whoop your butt if you do.
"Oliver, tell me now!"
"Hey, Lilly, don't yell at me! You're the one who's trying to be something you're not to get a boy!"
"What the heck are you talking about? I wasn't trying to get Matt or Todd! I was trying to get back at Matt for flirting with Miley!"
Oliver sighed angrily into the phone. "Why?! Why, huh?! Why do you care so much, Lilly?! I thought you were over him!"
Lilly swallowed and bit her lip. Crap, what am I supposed to say? He'll know I'm lying. But Lilly was way too into it to let Oliver win.
"God, Oliver, leave it alone! I AM over him! OK?! Why do you care so much?! Not jealous, are you?"
"Lilly…"
"No, Oliver, just forget it!" And she hung up.
Over at Oliver's, he was freaking out. He hadn't meant to get so angry, but the sight of seeing Lilly acting so…not Lillyish had done something to him. Oh my god, what if Lilly never wants to talk to me again? She is kinda hard-headed.
The brunette speed-dialed number 1 and waited.
"Hey, this is Lilly, well, actually it's my cell-phone, but I'm the one talking, soooo…anyway, I'm not here right now…wait, how can I be here right now if this is a cell-phone and I kinda carry it around…well, then I guess I'm n-BEEP!"
Oliver grinned at the message. Silly Lilly. Always going outside the time limit. Then he realized that meant Lilly hadn't answered the phone. So he dialed again. And again. And again. And again.
It was 2 A.M. when Lilly finally answered. In a groggy, but still angry, voice, she said "What the heck do ya want?"
"Lilly, look…I'm sorry. OK?! But…It just made me mad 'cause I thought you were trying to get Matt back and the guy's a jerk and you deserve better and I'm not jealous and…"
Oliver paused to catch his breath. He just knew that somewhere, in a big, comfy bed, in a messy teenage girl's room, in a big two-story house, down the street, in Malibu, California, in the United States of America, on Earth, Lilly was rolling her eyes.
"Fine, Oliver, I forgive you. Now will ya stop calling me? It's 2 o'clock in the freakin' morning."
"Well, maybe, if you'd answer your phone…"
"Whatever, Oliver. This is stupid."
"Bye, Lilly."
"Goodnight, Oliver."
"I loveeee you."
"Bleh."
Yeah, I know this completely sucked. But I really just wanted to get this chapter over with because I haven't updated in awhile.
Also, because I haven't updated in a while and this sucked, I'm going to try to write the seventh chapter and get it up soon.