Post by queenofsharly on Aug 22, 2009 10:20:42 GMT -7
Surprisingly, my only Loliver story so far. 
What can I say, I guess I like to cheer up the Moliver fans who were/are sad about Loliver getting together. I don't own Hannah Montana.
Anyway...
Title: Loliver Past
Pairing: Umm... Lilly/Oliver?
Rating: K+
Fandom: Hannah Montana
Summery: Lilly thinks back to her past with Oliver when they first met in pre-school.
Link: www.fanfiction.net/s/5286934/1/Loliver_Past
There’s a secret Oliver and I have been keeping from Miley for so long. I really did like him like him. There were crayons though. To understand it completely though, I’ll have to tell the whole story.
Oliver and I entered the preschool room.
“Good morning boys and g irls,” the teacher said. “I am Mrs. Troken.”
“Troken?” I chuckled.
“Good morning Mrs. Troken,” everybody else except Oliver said.
He and I chuckled to ourselves.
Mrs. Troken cleared her throat. “Now, class, I want you to get to know each other and… draw!” she held out five crayons and three pieces of paper. “You can draw anything! Flowers, unicorns, dinosaurs…”
Oliver and I laughed silently. “Unicorns.”
“Yay unicorns!” a g irl with glasses named Sarah said.
Mrs. Troken cleared her throat. “Now, I’m passing some crayons and paper around. Each person gets one box of crayons. Have fun.”
I passed the stack of crayon boxes and paper on to the next person and started drawing. I drew a picture of two people at a wedding. Except the had on a long sleeved blue shirt, khaki-colored jeans, and a pinkish red hat. Or at least she would once I found the right crayons. I picked up my box. “Aww… 24 pack?”
Oliver turned to face me. “Hey, whatcha drawing?”
“Uh… nothing,” I quickly turned the drawing over. “I’m Lilly Truscott. Who are you?”
“Oliver Oken,” he replied.
We shook hands.
When Oliver was done shaking, I kept holding his hand. I smiled at him with day-dreamy eyes.
“Lilly what are you doing?”
“Holding your hand.”
“Why?”
“Because I love y-” my eyes turned from day-dreamy to normal. “Uh- your crayons. 64 pack with sharpener? Wow. Mind if I borrow?”
“Sure,” he sounded slightly disappointed. Probably because I took his crayons.
And now, 11 years later, we’re finally dating. Neither of us have forgotten.
And they say you don’t know what love is in preschool. Pfft.
Gotta go. Time for my movie date with Ollie-pop.
What can I say, I guess I like to cheer up the Moliver fans who were/are sad about Loliver getting together. I don't own Hannah Montana.Anyway...
Title: Loliver Past
Pairing: Umm... Lilly/Oliver?
Rating: K+
Fandom: Hannah Montana
Summery: Lilly thinks back to her past with Oliver when they first met in pre-school.
Link: www.fanfiction.net/s/5286934/1/Loliver_Past
There’s a secret Oliver and I have been keeping from Miley for so long. I really did like him like him. There were crayons though. To understand it completely though, I’ll have to tell the whole story.
Oliver and I entered the preschool room.
“Good morning boys and g irls,” the teacher said. “I am Mrs. Troken.”
“Troken?” I chuckled.
“Good morning Mrs. Troken,” everybody else except Oliver said.
He and I chuckled to ourselves.
Mrs. Troken cleared her throat. “Now, class, I want you to get to know each other and… draw!” she held out five crayons and three pieces of paper. “You can draw anything! Flowers, unicorns, dinosaurs…”
Oliver and I laughed silently. “Unicorns.”
“Yay unicorns!” a g irl with glasses named Sarah said.
Mrs. Troken cleared her throat. “Now, I’m passing some crayons and paper around. Each person gets one box of crayons. Have fun.”
I passed the stack of crayon boxes and paper on to the next person and started drawing. I drew a picture of two people at a wedding. Except the had on a long sleeved blue shirt, khaki-colored jeans, and a pinkish red hat. Or at least she would once I found the right crayons. I picked up my box. “Aww… 24 pack?”
Oliver turned to face me. “Hey, whatcha drawing?”
“Uh… nothing,” I quickly turned the drawing over. “I’m Lilly Truscott. Who are you?”
“Oliver Oken,” he replied.
We shook hands.
When Oliver was done shaking, I kept holding his hand. I smiled at him with day-dreamy eyes.
“Lilly what are you doing?”
“Holding your hand.”
“Why?”
“Because I love y-” my eyes turned from day-dreamy to normal. “Uh- your crayons. 64 pack with sharpener? Wow. Mind if I borrow?”
“Sure,” he sounded slightly disappointed. Probably because I took his crayons.
And now, 11 years later, we’re finally dating. Neither of us have forgotten.
And they say you don’t know what love is in preschool. Pfft.
Gotta go. Time for my movie date with Ollie-pop.
