She's So Lil-ly

Author's Note: This is a perfect example of a lame three-shot. But please review and give your honest opinions. Constructed criticism is permitted.

This story was inspired by the song, 'She's So Lovely.' This story is set after the episode "The Way We Almost Weren't." ENJOY!! Total Loliver!!!!

And I decided to leave out all the character introductions, such as, Miley secretly being Hannah Montana, character relationships etc… We all should know this if we follow the series.

Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own Hannah Montana. They wouldn't let an amateur writer, such as me, write their plots and scripts. Besides, if they did, there would be more Loliver interactions =]

Neutral Point of View

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Chapter One: The Tickets

"Come on, Lilly!" exclaimed Oliver. "Why don't you want to go to the Coldplay concert with me tonight? I'm trying to make amends here! It was partly my fault that we missed the Maroon 5 concert last month." Lilly and Oliver were on their way to school. Since they are next door neighbours, they usually walked to school together.

"Partly?" hollered Lilly. "Listen Oliver, I just don't want to go to the concert with you tonight…"

"…Why?" questioned Oliver. "You love Coldplay! You know everything about each band member and listen to their songs none-stop." He stared at her, and then continued speaking. "And besides, I've already brought the tickets. So what do you say now?" He gave Lilly a hopeful smile and patiently waited for her answer.

Lilly began to speak. "Oliver, I don't want to go to the dance with you because-"

"Hey ya'll" Miley interrupted as she came running towards Lilly and Oliver. "What's been going on? I missed you both this weekend." Miley breathed. "I had a Hannah book signing at the mall," she whispered.

"Well…" Oliver started. "Lilly doesn't want to go to the Coldplay concert with me. And she's not telling me why."

"Lilly, it's Coldplay, you're favourite band!" Miley shouted at Lilly. She then turned towards Oliver. "And why wasn't I invited?" She raised her left-eyebrow at him.

"Well, um…" Oliver coughed. "I only had enough money for two tickets and because of the incident last month resulting in me and Lilly lying on your floor for several hours; I thought that I can make it up to her." He lowered his voice. "And besides, you have a Hannah thing tonight."

"Oh…that's right. But that doesn't explain why Lilly isn't keen on going?" She began to nudge Lilly in the shoulder.

"Miley, I don't want to talk about it now," proclaimed Lilly. She was annoyed. When Lilly was annoyed at someone or something, she would completely close herself from the rest of the world.

Miley, Lilly and Oliver entered the school grounds in silence. Lilly was still annoyed; Oliver was glum-looking; and Miley had a confused expression scattered across her face.

"Hey Locker-Man, can I have a little help?" Chad called out to Oliver.

"Sure," retorted Oliver. Oliver moved closer to Miley. "Get an answer," he whispered at an inaudible level. Lilly was rummaging through her locker, obviously trying to avoid any sort of conversation what-so-ever with either Miley or Oliver.

Miley nodded and tapped Lilly on the shoulder as Oliver went to help Chad with his locker. Lilly turned around with a stern expression on her face.

"Lilly, what's the real reason you don't want to go to the concert with Oliver? Are you busy? Or do you honestly not want to go to the concert?" Miley asked Lilly hopefully as soon as Oliver was out of ear-shot.

"Well…. Amber and Ashley were gloating about how they were going to the Coldplay concert tonight and I don't want them to see me with Oliver." Miley gave a face of disgust. Could Lilly be embarrassed to be seen with Oliver after all these years of being friends?

Lilly realised what she said. "I don't mean it like that, Miley. I just don't want Amber and Ashley to be mistake me and Oliver as…" She swallowed. "…dating. You know, as a couple."

"Lilly, is that it? It shouldn't matter on what Amber and Ashley think. You love Coldplay and that's all there is to it. And I'd always back you up." Miley smiled at her best friend while placing her hands on both of her shoulders.

"Thanks, Miley. You're a true friend," said Lilly. Lilly went over to some boys from her class to discuss a skating tournament that is going to take place next month.

Oliver had just finished opening Chad's locker and strolled back to Miley. "So…?"

"She didn't want to go to the concert with you because Amber and Ashley are going to be at the concert and she didn't want them to mistake you and her of dating. That's crazy, isn't it?" laughed Miley.

"Um…yeah, crazy. So she didn't want to be seen with me because we'd look like a couple?" Miley nodded. Oliver looked over to Lilly. She was smiling and laughing. Oliver's face dropped. "So I guess asking her to be my girlfriend is out of the question, huh?"

"Oliver, she just didn't…. Wait, what?" Miley jumped backwards. "You were going to ask Lilly out?" She asked slowly. "When did you start falling for her?" She grinned widely. Oliver spent a couple of seconds processing the questions Miley had asked.

"For starters, yes; I planned on asking her out. I started to fall for her when we were in the third grade. She beat up Richard Banks when he filled my 'Bad Boys' lunch box with glue and called me a loser. Ever since then, I've been secretly in love with her," explained Oliver. He looked over at Lilly again and grinned to himself.

"That's so sweet… I think." Miley muffled her face and continued to speak. "Oliver, you still have to tell her. If you don't take the risk, then you'd live the rest of your life questioning yourself 'what if?' and contemplating whether or not she loves you in return," explicated Miley.

"I don't know, Miley. This may sound cliché; but with me asking her, it could permanently ruin our friendship, and I don't want to risk that." For the second time in the past ten minutes Oliver's face had dropped. "But, she's still coming to the Coldplay concert with me, right?" he concluded hopefully.

Miley nodded. "Yeah, she is. And word of advice, make the most of it." Oliver motioned his head.

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Later At Lunch…

Miley, Lilly and Oliver sat at their usual table towards the back of the cafeteria discussing their Biology homework. "Lilly, what time should I pick you up for the concert?" Oliver asked randomly in the middle of their conversation. "It commences at 6pm," he added.

"Um, well, the arena is only ten minutes away from my house, but we want to get food/drinks and souvenirs, so be at my house by 5:30."

"Sounds like a date." Miley gave Oliver a look as Amber and Ashley walked by.

Amber and Ashley had obviously heard what Oliver said and began to gather the attention of the entire form. "Listen up everybody; Oliver and Lilly are going out on their first of many dates tonight. Isn't that sweet?" Amber cooed. "Where are you lovebirds going anyway?" Ashley added.

"We're going to the Coldplay Concert in the Malibu arena tonight, and it's not a date!" explained Oliver.

"We'll see you guys there then. Then we'll decide whether or not it's a date," instructed Amber. Amber and Ashley began to walk to their table with the eyes of the entire form diverting from Amber and Ashley to Lilly and Oliver. It was a very awkward moment.

"I have to go to the bathroom," declared Lilly. She got up and left abruptly.

Miley smacked Oliver hard on the shoulder and whispered in an angry tone "Why did you say that, you donut?"

"It is a date. A date doesn't mean-…yeah, I messed this up," Oliver banged his head on the table, and held his head against the table.

"Don't worry. She'll get over it. You know how she gets once she's the centre of attention; unconfident, shy and isolated. She loves Coldplay too much to miss the opportunity." Miley smiled as Oliver lifted his head from the table.

"Thanks, Miles." Oliver thanked. You're a good friend," he added.

"So I've been told," she gloated. Oliver just gave her a weird expression and continued to eat his cafeteria lunch… or rather death-trap, as they call it.

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Later On At Lilly's…

It was 5:29. Oliver's mother, Nancy Oken, had taken Oliver to Lilly's house. "I'll wait in the car while you get Lilly," announced Nancy Oken.

"Gotcha," replied Oliver to his mother. Oliver was wearing simple dark-blue jeans, a black dress-shirt with a skull at the bottom with a thin white tie.

As Oliver walked up Lilly's driveway he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He was contemplating whether or not he should just turn around and get his mother to take him home, or be brave and strong for Lilly. Oliver had already rung the doorbell before he finished his trail of thought. He waited patiently for Lilly to answer the door. He was surprised to be greeted by Lilly's mother, Heather Truscott.

"Hey Mrs T, is Lilly ready?" asked Oliver hopefully.

"Hey Oliver… I think she's ready. Hold on." Mrs Truscott turned around and yelled up the stairs. "Lilly, Oliver's here. Hurry up now!" Mrs Truscott had turned back to Oliver. "She'll be a moment."

Soon enough, Lilly came rushing downstairs with a black bag in one hand and a thin cardigan in the other. She was wearing black skinny jeans with a semi-tight grey shirt with a cross spread across it her hair was curled and she was wearing mascara, black eyeliner and a small amount of grey eye-shadow.

Oliver's jaw had dropped. He had never seen Lilly look so beautiful in his life. To him, she always looked great; but he was just admitting his apparent feelings for her. Hormones, Mrs Oken would say.

"So, Oliver…. You ready to get crack'a' lackin'?" Lilly laughed.

"Um, yeah. Let's do this." Oliver was still slightly stunned by Lilly's appearance, but he graciously took Lilly's bag and cardigan from her.

Lilly was amazed by how much of a gentleman Oliver was. "Bye Mom," said Lilly and she kissed her mother on the cheek. As they got to the Oken's car, Oliver had opened the door for her and let her enter first.

"Lilly, you look lovely. Doesn't she Oliver?" Mrs Oken asked Oliver.

"Yeah, she does." Oliver smiled at Lilly.

"Thank you. Oliver, I love your tie and dress-shirt. It looks great." Lilly slightly blushed; her eyes were averting from Oliver to the bottom of the car; obviously nervous.

Despite their slight awkwardness, their conversation throughout the car-ride was centred on the concert. They were discussing how the band members of Coldplay would make an entrance, which song they'll play first and which song they'll conclude the concert in…

With any luck, it would be the start of a new and beautiful relationship.

A/N: What do you think so far? Should I continue this story? Or should I delete it?

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~Natalie D.