It was my turn to make dinner. Since the events of the previous night, I'd been attempting to avoid all contact with other human beings. And Brittany and Crystal, but I don't think that they count as human beings really. Or they're just not fully evolved yet. Or they're robots. Yeah, like that really hot guy on Heroes says. You're either an alien or a robot. Me and Oliver had always said that we were aliens. Me and Oliver. But there was no me and Oliver anymore. Plus, I think that kissing a robot automatically makes you a robot.
I pulled some spaghetti out of one of the cupboards and flung it on the counter. Sadness had been replaced by anger, and I evidently wasn't very good at hiding it. So I was taking it out on sticks of pasta. Walking over to the fridge, I grabbed some tomato sauce and meatballs and dropped both of these items into a pot.
"Hey stranger," a very unwelcome voice piped up, not exactly helping my anger any. God, I was mad at him!
I chose to ignore him, hoping that he'd figure out that I was annoyed with him and why, before I used this pasta sauce for something other than eating.
"I feel like I haven't spoken to you in days," he carried on, completely oblivious to the 'go away' vibes that I was shooting his way.
"Your feelings are wrong then. We spoke yesterday," I muttered, flinging some salt into the pot that was now bubbling away on the stove.
I risked a glance at him and saw from the look on his face that he'd guessed that something was wrong. Which is a bit of an understatement.
"What's up Lilly?"
What's up? What's up? Nothing really. I mean, I only got convinced to tell you that I love you, but just as I was about to, I walked in on you kissing Ms. I'm-a-TV-star-because-I've-been-on-an-ad-where-I-had-to-talk-to-my-mom-about-sex, and you basically wrenched my heart out of my chest and danced on it, and you don't even know it. But apart from that, I can't complain. Want some pasta?
Well obviously I wasn'y going to say all of that, was I?
He didn't look convinced, which I'm glad about. At least he didn't lose some brain cells in that kiss.
"Come on Lilly, give me some credit. I've known you for years. I'd like to think that I know when you're upset."
I turned to him, not really thinking what I was going to say through properly. "Well I'd like to think that you had better taste in girls. That you had some standards. But from what I witnessed last night, that obviously isn't true."
The look on his face told me that he hadn't been expecting that, but then again, I'd never seemed to care who he'd kissed before. Why was I suddenly so annoyed over it?
"You're talking about Crystal, right?" he asked, not even bothering to deny it. Not that I'd have believed him anyway, because hello, I saw them. Meaning that it definitely happened. And that not even Oliver could convince me that it didn't.
Turning back around I stirred the sauce, trying not to let my annoyed stirring cause it to go everywhere. Because as much as I'd like to get it all over Oliver, I'd have to start again in order to feed everyone else. And it was bad enough that I had to feed Crystal in the first place, but having to do double the work would make it even more suckish.
"She kissed me," Oliver said, as though trying to prove something to me. Though I'm not sure why. I'm obviously no Crystal.
"Whatever," I replied, pretending that I cared more about the pasta sauce than I did about what he had to say.
He took hold of my arm, pulling it until I faced him. "She. Kissed. Me. No 'whatever' about it."
I pulled my arm out of his grasp and then turned back to the dinner that I was unwillingly making. Picking up another pot, I walked over and filled it with water, then dropped the spaghetti into it and left it to boil. All the while I could feel his gaze on me.
"Why do you even care?" Oliver asked, breaking the silence, his tone more annoyed than it had been minutes ago.
I couldn't even begin to answer that. Not without revealing how I felt, what I'd been about to do yesterday, and a whole bunch of other things that I did not want to say. So I just stayed quiet, as though I hadn't even heard him.
"Huh? Why do you even care what I was doing with Crystal? It isn't really your place to butt in, is it? Why should I care what you think?"
I turned back to him, my arms folded across my chest. "Well, you obviously don't care. I mean, I'm only your best friend who wants the very best for you and can see that Crystal is not it. But hey, why take my advice? Date her, and just watch what happens when she gets bored of you and drops you like that. But don't even think about coming crying to me when that day comes."
"I think that everything you just said is crap," Oliver replied, standing up straight so that he was totally taller than me. "Do you want to know what I think?"
I laughed, but it was deprived of any actual happiness. "I'm sure you're gonna tell me, regardless of what I want."
He had already started talking. "I think that you're jealous. You saw me kissing Crystal and were reminded that the last proper boyfriend that you had was Lucas!"
I had been all ready to reply with something scornful, until he had brought up Lucas. When he said that name I could do nothing but look at him in utter disbelief, before I managed to turn back to the food, which was almost ready. My hands were shaking. I couldn't believe it. We had all agreed never to bring up that name again. Never mention Lucas - the cheater who practically broke my heart - again. Yet he just had. Oliver just had.
Nobody spoke for a few minutes. I just stirred, trying not to think about Oliver or Lucas or Crystal. It all just hurt too much.
"Lilly... I'm so-" Oliver began, but I spun around and cut him off.
"Don't say you're sorry, Oliver Oken, because you're not. If you were, you wouldn't have said it. We agreed - you, me and Miley - to never talk about him again. And yet he's the first thing you think of in an argument? The first thing you come up with to try and hurt me? God Oliver. I thought you were my friend."
He opened his mouth to reply, probably something in the line of a protest, but I didn't let him.
"Don't speak to me Oliver. You'll just put your big foot in it and make everything more worse than it is."
Grabbing a bowl from the side, I put the final arrangements to dinner, drained the water, put everything in and shoved it on the table. All of this done in about a minute. Then I walked over and pulled the door open, almost bumping into Miley, Jake and Adam who obviously hadn't managed to get out of the way and pretend they weren't listening in time.
"Hey Lilly! I suppose you're wondering what we're doing here. Funny story, actually..." Adam started, scratching the side of his face as he searched for inspiration.
I couldn't even be bothered to listen. "Tell everyone that dinner is on the table. Don't let it get cold."
Then, without a glance in Oliver's direction, I began walking up the corridor in the direction of my bedroom.
Miley's voice followed me. "Where are you going?"
"My room!" I replied, not even looking back. "I'm not hungry."
As soon as I got into the sanctuary of the deserted bedroom, I flung myself down on the bed and screamed into the pillow. The bedroom door slammed behind me.
And so that's it from me. Unless by some miracle I manage to churn out another story, I'd say that my Loliver day contribution is now over. I'm off to read all the other stories! Hope you liked all of mine!