I just wrote this huge long Camp Rock angst fic, and I needed a little bit of comic relief. Thus this cute little fluffball was born. Enjoy!

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She was an odd one. Oliver knew that from the moment they met.

Although what she said at lunch that day was just plain weird.

"Rawr!" Lilly said to him when he sat down next to her.

"What?" he questioned, looking at her a tad funny.

"Rawr, rawr!" Lilly replied, kissing him softly.

"Lils, hon, come again?" Oliver said, scratching his head. He was oh so confused.

"Rawr!" she said, clearly a little upset, "It means 'I love you' in dinosaur!"

Oliver laughed. He wasn't expecting that.

"Of course it does Lilly," he responded, "Rah to you to."

"No!" she exclaimed, punching him lightly, "It's rawr."

He smiled at her and murmured, no, he growled, "Rawr," as he leaned in to kiss her deeply.

Lilly smiled back and whispered, "That's more like it."

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Silly, I know. But I love these two so much. And I just adore the word 'Rawr!' Drop a review, pretty please? Thanks for reading!