A/N: Second and final part. I really just wanted to proved an ending to Lilly and Matt's "relationship" since the show never gave one. And this is what happened, even though it is completely ridiculous. Enjoy!

Oliver gave a slight wave to Matt Marshall as he watched him walk out of the skate park. He felt his jaw clench when Matt nodded his head in greeting. Try as he might, Oliver could not make himself like that guy. He did not care if he and Lilly had talked and worked everything out. So what if a girl dresses differently from when you asked her out? Just because you change your mind does not mean you get to just not show up without any explanation to a girl. It was just not right. And if a guy stands you up, you should not give him another chance. What was Lilly thinking? She wasn't thinking. That was the problem. She was blinded by his impressive tricks on the ramp and his cool hair.

Two hours and a scraped up forearm later, Oliver was strolling along the beach, heading for a plate of nachos at Rico's. He, again, passed Matt Marshall, but he did not bother to wave a greeting this time, mainly because as soon as Matt saw him, he glanced down at the ground quickly and started walking a little faster. What, was that guy following him? It was beginning to get a little creepy. Since when did he hang out by the Shack, anyway? And he was supposed to be seeing a movie with Lilly, right? Oliver had a very bad feeling about this.

His bad feeling was well founded. As Oliver walked up to Rico's, he spotted Lilly at a table, picking at a few curly fries. She was not smiling. In fact, she looked a little dazed. He sat down at the table with her.

"What's wrong?' he asked.

"Why do you think something's wrong?" she responded carefully. Her hair was down and she let a few pieces fall across her face so he would not be able to see her expression.

Oliver tried to wait her out. She could not stare down at the table forever, especially when someone was just sitting there watching her. She hated that.

"What?" she asked him.

He said nothing, just sat there. He was beginning to wonder if she was even paying attention after a few minutes had gone by. He leaned forward a little bit and saw her tense. Ha. She was paying attention. Oliver decided to steal a fry from her basket, which did get her to look up, her eyes narrowed in his direction.

"What happened? I saw Matt walking the other way." Oliver nodded his head toward where the parking lot would be if they could see it from here and Lilly sighed.

"Apparently, he decided he doesn't want to go to the movies tonight." She paused for a second, her lips pursed. "Or any night. Ever."

"You haven't even had a date yet and he broke it off?" Oliver's eyebrows rose and he stood up. "I'll be right back." He tossed the stolen fry back into the paper container. It was cold anyway.

"What are you gonna do?" Lilly was trying not to smile now. She was having visions of Oliver trying to surprise tackle Matt, like his little brother did to him, but she did not think that would go over well outside of the Oken living room, especially not with Matt.

"I just want to ask him a question before he gets too far away." He shrugged and pushed his chair back. Lilly grabbed his arm, yanking him back down in to his seat.

"Forget it, Oliver. He just thinks I'm too girly now."

"You, girly? Has he met you?"

Lilly and girly were not two words that were ever linked in Oliver's mind. He knew she was a girl. It was obvious she was a girl. In fact, he tried very hard to ignore the fact that she was a girl. Because thinking of Lilly as a girl led to other thoughts that he very much liked to avoid. Lilly just was not a girl in the way that Miley was a girl. Lilly might have fun playing with her makeup once in a while, but she did not take hours applying it just so. She might think a shirt was "cute" but she did not build an entire outfit around it. She just threw it on with whatever else she had. Lilly might also have a thing for shoes, but she more often than not, stuck to wearing her favorite sneakers or flip flops. She might giggle over cute boys, but she always knew how to put them in their place when they got out of line.

Lilly laughed a little and continued, "I guess he's not used to seeing me without my nail polish chipped or without a hat on, or not wearing pants…"

"What? What do you mean not wearing pants?" The voice that came from his mouth was a little panicked and Oliver leaned back to look under the table, but straightened back up when she threw one of her fries at him.

"I'm wearing a skirt, you doughnut! I haven't done laundry yet." Lilly shrugged, tapping her fingers on the table, and Oliver saw for the first time that her nails were, in fact, pristine. She must have been working really hard not to bite them. "It was the last thing I had to wear. I don't get the big deal."

Oliver stared at her. "Lilly, when was the last time you wore a skirt? I mean, really."

"Last week for the dance," she said as if it should have been obvious.

"No, that was a dress, and you had to. Plus, Miley picked it out."

The blond girl pushed her hair out of her eyes and appeared to think for a second.

"A couple of months ago. I went to that thing with Miley."

"Nope. Doesn't count either. You had leggings or whatever those things were on. And that was Lola, not Lilly," Oliver pointed out quickly.

"Oh, I wore one for that presentation…" Her eyes brightened as she remembered.

"Nope," Oliver cut her off. "I mean, by choice. You had to wear one then too."

"Cheerleading last year? Does that count?" They both thought about that and Lilly added, "I guess that was a choice. I could have quit. And I looked cute in my outfit."

"Yeah, but that was the uniform." Oliver waited for her to come up with another skirt, not noticing that he had just agreed that Lilly looked cute in the outfit.

"Ugh. Fine. I don't remember!" Lilly had never realized that Oliver paid quite so much attention to her wardrobe. Miley must be rubbing off on him as well. He really did need more guy friends.

"He probably just thinks you're still doing Miley's whole girly thing." Oliver was trying to convince himself more than Lilly now. Lilly did not seem particularly broken up about Matt at this point in the conversation, just confused. Besides, she had decided she would find a way to get back at him for this later, but Oliver wanted a reason to not go yell at him right now.

"No, I explained the laundry thing to him." Lilly pushed her chair back in the sand and picked up her fries, ready to go throw them away. "Hmm... maybe I'll fill his locker with pudding or something," she muttered to herself. "That would show him."

"Unless he really likes pudding," Oliver put in.

"But would he like it all over his text books? I don't think so."

"Depends. How many other people have used the books and how dirty is the locker?"

Lilly scrunched her nose up in disgust. "Whatever. I'll worry about the pudding later." She sighed and added, "You know, I might not wear them all the time, but I like my skirt. There's nothing wrong with looking like a girl once in a while. He thinks I'm too girly, that's his problem." Nodding her head once at Oliver, Lilly stood and walked over to the garbage can. Oliver's eyes widened and he felt his mouth go dry.

Lilly was not just wearing a skirt, she was wearing a denim mini skirt. As in miniature skirt. The one she bought because it was on clearance when the two of them went shopping with Miley a few months ago. The one she had refused to let him see when she tried it on, but Miley said she just had to get. The one that he had joked she would probably never wear. The one he thought had been lost to the back of her closet since he had not seen it since she paid for it. Oliver kind of wondered how she even managed to sit down in that thing. It did not even make it half way down her thigh. Seriously, her mother let her out of the house in that? What was she thinking? Didn't she know the kind of thoughts teenage boys would be having when they saw Lilly in a skirt like that? Completely inappropriate. And he was not having any of those thoughts right now. Nope.

Lilly turned back around to find Oliver staring at her legs.

"What?" she asked sharply, one hand moving to her hip.

Oliver had to swallow before speaking. "That's the skirt Matt saw when he said he didn't want to go to the movies with you?" Oliver asked her, pointing at the dark blue material.

"Yeah, why?" She was expecting some sort of comment about it being ugly or some explanation that denim was not in fashion, but Oliver just shook his head.

"No reason. Just wondering." He cleared his throat nervously and Lilly decided to let it drop.

"Well, since I'm not going to see the new Orlando Bloom movie, I guess I should do my laundry." That snapped Oliver out of his thoughts.

"I thought the movie was supposed to be a date," he remarked.

"It was."

"You don't take a guy on a date to watch the guy you're stalking."

"I'm not stalking him! I just have a healthy appreciation for his work… and his face… and his eyes… his accent." Lilly's voice was getting that dreamy tone it held whenever she talked about her favorite pirate.

"Okay, I got it," Oliver snapped. If there was one person he never wanted to hear another girl talk about, it was, without a doubt, Orlando Bloom. He had been the only reason Lilly and Miley agreed to watch all three of The Lord of the Rings movies with him, and he had also been the focus of several of Lilly's Lola stories that involved her being led out of some Hannah Montana events by security. He was definitely sick of Bloom.

Lilly rolled her eyes and said she would talk to him later.

As soon as Lilly was out of earshot, a pair of hands clapped down on Oliver's shoulders. "Dude, did you see what Lilly's wearing?" the hands asked him before they removed themselves. The voice that belonged to those hands belonged to Nick, one of the boys Lilly had managed to get to carry her books last week, and one of Oliver's frequent skating buddies. He was the only person Oliver knew who fell down more than Oliver himself.

Oliver grunted a reply, not wanting to have this talk. Talks like this with Nick never went well. He had three years of having the same gym class, and because of that, the same time in the locker room, with Nick under his belt to be aware of this fact.

"Man, I knew she was cute, but I didn't know she was hot. The girl's on fire."

Oliver turned his head to glare at his friend, but Nick was too busy watching the girl walk away to notice, bobbing his head slightly as Lilly stopped to say hi to Sarah.

"Dude," Oliver told him shortly, "it's Lilly, okay?" Oliver's hands were gripping the edge of the table tightly.

"I know! Man, I would totally t…" Nick broke off when he saw the look on Oliver's face.

"You'd what?" Oliver asked, his glare sharpening, a disapproving tilt to his mouth.

"I'd, well, you know…" Nick stumbled over his words. He had never seen Oliver look quite this threatening before. Oliver was not really an intimidating kind of guy. "I'd, uh, take her out for a nice dinner or something… you know, if she wasn't such a good bud, and, uh, if I didn't already have a girlfriend." Nick nodded his head, taking a step back from Oliver's chair. "Cause, you know, you gotta respect the ladies… and I'd never hit on a friend, cause, uh, you know, Lilly would probably dislocate my shoulder or something if I did. Yeah, I'm gonna go now." Nick nodded again and walked away.

Oliver shook his head and sighed. Confronting Matt might not be necessary after all. He decided Matt's problem must be that he did not like girls. There was no other explanation. That skirt proved it.