chapter 1. very short. but they will get longer.

Lilly was sitting on her bed, daydreaming about a certain someone. She imagined him in her mind. He was perfect in everyway. The way his chocolate brown eyes stared back into her blue eyes when they talked, the way his brown hair blowed in the wind when they hung out at the beach, the way he smiled when he was laughing at something she said. Lilly Truscott was deeply in love with Oliver Oken.

She'd always thought of him as her best friend, until a month ago. That's when he'd started going out with Becca Weller, and Lilly started getting jealous. It was a weird feeling. They'd been friends - and nothing else - since they were born, but now it was a different feeling. She realized that she loved Oliver. She knew that since Oliver was dating Becca that he didn't feel the same way.

Lilly had found herself thinking about Oliver more and more. She couldn't concentrate at school. Her grades were dropping. She even found herself not skateboarding after school. Oliver was always on her mind. When he smiled at her shivers ran up and down her spine. Sometimes, she got nervous to talk to him. Not only was he hot in Lilly's mind, but he was kind, affectionate, funny and didn't care what other people thought about him, even though he was convinced he was a lady's man.

Oliver was a sweet guy, and he wasn't like the rest of the jerks in her grade. He always saw him holding hands with Becca, putting his arm around her waist, carrying Becca's books for her, giving her kisses on her forehead. He was always caring and didn't want a girl just to get in her pants. He genuinly cared about her. Lilly always found herself wishing that she was the one holding Oliver's hand. She wished that his arm was around her waist. She wished that he was carrying her books and she wished that he was kissing her forehead.

But as much as she wished, Oliver loved Becca.