A/N: Okay, so this should go much faster. First of all, Oliver's not a bad guy. He really isn't. And he knows what you're thinking. :( You're right, there's no way you could possibly resist a cute smiley like this. Now that I'm done blatantly copying off of Valx3, I'm going to thank ALL of my reviewers, thank you sooo much:

lilerin91: I love the multicolored leg table too! And thank you for reviewing!

bella-9470: I get what you mean. Sometimes the saddest stories are the best ones. And thank you for saying my writing is incredible!!

iloveneds: Thank you!! Btw, have you ever seen The Lion King? It's a phrase used in that movie. It means "no worries".

LightningStruckBlackDog: Thank you sooo much!!! And very sorry for the un-recent update!!

Spencer-Sweetie: Lol, thank you for the review! And it's okay if you review late, because I always update late. The first 3 chapters or whatever I updated in like, 3 days. And then the gaps started becoming really long.

spokadotz1: Thank you!!

sandy26: Man, Imma just make you get an account on FF. But thank you!!

OneInAMillion12: Thank you!! Again, coming from you that means a lot. When I first came to FF, I think Girlfriend was the first story I read. So, yeah. And again, very sorry about the late update.

haha169: Lol, thank you,

Valx3: Lol, thank you so much!! Comments from you always mean a lot to me. I really don't know what else to say, lol, because so many good things have come out of this story. So now I'm pretty much going around to everyone saying thank you Even if it makes me sound like a dork and a broken old record. Which I really don't mind because I believe that deep down, we are all dorks ;)

kelsi x babe92: Awesome. I love new readers! Omg, thank you so much. I think that is the best compliment anyone could give me right now.

snowstargirl: Thank you! I think that's what I wanted to yell to Oliver too, and I'm the writer ;)

Autumdragon: Sorry for the long wait!

Julx27xluvsxHSM: Lol, I love getting reviews from you. Thank you. And I hope you'll like this chapter.

starcrossed.emma: I always love getting reviews from you!! They're funny and I get so many compliments, lol. For Oliver? I feel for him right now. So many people have said that about him ;(

Oh, and please call Sinead. I want her to read this too. Even if she's the btchiest cousin ever. Which she's probably not, because she seemed so nice. Her name sounds really pretty too. Like Shanay.

and popcorn.kisses: Man, I love you. And your reviews. But mostly I just love you, babe. And don't guess anymore. You like, got the whole thing on that PM, lol. Anyways, I hope you still like it. Btw, I loved In His Car. And the fact that you took my advice for once, lol. And omg, are you actually giving me a…dare I say it…compliment??? Thank you!!

And to anyone who just read the author's note to the review above: Just for the record, I'm not lesbian. It's an inside joke.

Every time I try to tell someone, my tongue gets caught in my throat and I get that nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Suddenly, I don't feel like being at the party anymore. When Oliver comes back with the punch, it's only one glass. I feel like I have just been punched in the stomach.

For the second time tonight, I go against my better judgement. I rest my chin on his shoulder, and softly murmur, "Ollie, I'm sorry."

He just shrugs my chin off of his shoulder. Then, he shakes his head and walks away, leaving me alone for the night.

And suddenly my chest feels tight. I can't breathe. I need to get out of here. Now. I watch Miley grinding against Jake, loud music blaring from speakers. I grab my jacket and walk straight out of the house. No one notices me, and if they do, they obviously don't care.

I know exactly where to go, and hopefully, it will be ready for me. A chilly wind blows through as I make my way on the sidewalk. I shiver. Suddenly, I see something pop out of the shadows. It is a shadow. And it's going wherever I go. Okay, I'm officially creeped out.

I turn the corner. It turns the corner too. I hug my arms around myself and keep on walking. Small shivers slide down my spine and I'm jogging, running, anything to keep away from it. I hurry along until I reach the beach. Then I slide into a seat at Rico's.

I see Jackson almost putting up the "Closed" sign when he spots me and a few other customers. He turns around and walks immediately over to the other customers. To keep myself busy, I drum my fingers onto the table. Suddenly, a hand slides itself over my eyes.

I like this hand. It is warm and feels good on my icy skin. And as a voice asks into my ear, "Guess who?" I feel little tingles up and down my spine. I whip around and meet chocolate brown eyes. Wait...I like Oliver's hands?

He slides into the empty seat next to me. Then he says, "Damn, Lilly, you walk too fast. Did you think I was stalking you or something?" I can't do anything but shake my head dumbly. I'm still in shock. He was my stalker?

"Okay then…" He says, drawing out the 'O' in okay. We sit in silence until Jackson smirks and finally finds the time to come over and take our orders.

"I know, I know." He says. "One brownie obsession, 2 spoons please." I wasn't really planning on sharing a sundae with Oliver, but since he's not going to say anything, neither am I.

Jackson comes over again, with the dessert. Oliver pays him. I try to pay, but he won't let me. He picks at the ice cream and I pick at the brownie. I fidget in my seat and look over at the hot dog wrapper that someone left on the table; Jackson hasn't taken it up yet.

Until Oliver says, "Party got to you too?" and flicks some ice cream at me.

I ignore his question. "Are you trying to say sorry to me?"

"Maybe I am and maybe I'm not."

"Well you had better say that you're sorry and mean it."

He starts off by saying, "Or wh-?" but doesn't finish because I take a big glob of ice cream and smear it all over his face.

"Oh it is on, Truscott!" I'm running away from him, turning corners all over the beach. Oliver has the sundae cup in his hands, chasing me. People stop to stare at us.

"On like butter on toast!" He yells, before catching up to me. He takes the sundae cup and smashes it in my face. "On like ice cream on your face!" Then he's sprinting all over the beach.

I grab the bowl before yelling, "You don't even put butter on your toast!"

A half hour later, we're both sticky. Melted ice cream is all over us. He takes one look at me and starts laughing. I try not to look at him, but find my eyes drawn to him. He's a mess—ice cream in his hair, all down his back, liquefied and dripping off of his face. And so I stare at him. And I start laughing too.

At first it's just a giggle, but slowly it starts growing. And soon I'm laughing so hard that I'm clutching my sides. The only bad thing: Oliver knows. And he still has the sundae cup in his hands.

He inches towards me, and then just starts chasing me around. But then I find myself pushed up against a wall. Oliver's pinning me down, the half empty sundae cup still in his hand. With the other hand he's holding my arms down.

And just when I think he's about to take the sundae cup and smear the contents all over my face, he mutters a "Sorry."

Then, he dips his head low and crashes his lips onto mine.

A/N: Okay, I am soooooo sorry about how long this took. It's not even good. But I promise I won't take this long to update ever again. Sorry. Really. I know this was a sucky chapter, but please, if you read, review!

Ashvi