Chocolate Cake

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana. Because if I did. All my loliver dreams would come true. :D

AN: Hey peoples. I got in the fanfiction mood. So I wrote. I already have second chapter writen and I'm working on the third. This will be my first story since Bloody Nose! How exciting! - SP

Hugging her green hoodie to her body tightly; Lilly Truscott skipped down her street in the cold morning air. Fog still covered the city of Malibu. The ocean could barely be seen and the few passing cars out on the freeway had their fog lights turned on brightly.

She quickly made her way to her destination. Which, in reality, was only a few feet away from her nice warm house.

The Oken residence stood quietly in front of her. The morning papers sat on their driveway. The windows to Mr.Oken's Jaguar were sheeted with a thick layer of dew.

Her body gave a shiver; reminding her that it was time for her to get warm. Lilly stepped forward onto the driveway. Her hood fell off her head as she bent down to pick up the paper.

The skin on her ears prickled as the cold air hit her.

She reached the porch quickly and knocked hoping one of Oliver's parents had gotten up.

The door opened, warm air hit her face and she smiled.

Mrs. Oken stood wrapped in her bathrobe and a pair of bunny slippers dawned her feet.

It was her signature morning look. The one Oliver complained about. She would often walk out of the house like that; waving hi to the neighbors with glee.

The robe was a gift from Mr. Oken, Lilly remembered. Some birthday gift a couple of years back.

The slippers on the other hand was a gift from her. Those dated back longer then the robe. Lilly tried guesstimating…ten years…maybe nine? It was hard to tell. But she remembered perfectly that she had gotten those slippers for her. As a way of saying thanks. Thanks for being a second mom.

"Hey Lillian", Mrs.Oken yawned out. "Am I too early?" Lilly asked knowing full well she was welcome anytime in the Oken's home.

Mrs.Oken smiled pretended to check the grandfather clock that stood in the hallway and nodded no.

She stepped aside, opening the door for Lilly.

Lilly jumped into the warm house gratefully. Handing Mrs.Oken the newspaper proudly. The heater was on higher then the recommended level for the early morning. Toasty…Lilly commented to herself. Though that word was a sad excuse of warm comfort the Oken household brought to her.

She pulled off her Converse and laid them by the coat closet. No shoes in the house was one of the many rules that were enforced in the Oken house.

Now in socked feet Lilly walked towards the kitchen.

Mrs.Oken sat at the kitchen table "Worlds best Mom-detective" coffee cup lay steaming beside her. She was unfolding the papers; snapping the rubber band with a satisfied pluck noise.

Lilly made her way towards the table sitting quietly next to Mrs.Oken. She admired the coffee cup. The cup she had helped Oliver pick out when Mrs.Oken was promoted to detective. It was a gag gift. That in fact, made Mrs.Oken cry and hug them so tightly Lilly was close to turning blue.

Mrs.Oken finished the front page article and turned her attention to Lilly. "Well?"

Lilly smiled, "Well, I knew he wouldn't be up by now." Lilly turned and looked at the microwave which read 5:37 AM. Mrs.Oken raised her eyebrows sarcastically, "You got that right."

"Which isn't a surprise. Besides he always wakes up finding everything decorated." Lilly turned back around. Mrs.Oken scratched her head, "Yeah…but you usually don't come till 7 AM for decorating duty."

Lilly slyly smiles, "This year is special. I want it to be perfect." Mrs.Oken looks at Lilly.

She really looks at her. The way she's grow into a beautiful young lady. The way how Lilly's face still maintained child like qualities. The child quality that made Mrs.Oken think of the old days. When Oliver and Lilly were little. When each day she and Heather had to pull the two away from each other. They would be so dramatic. Reaching out to each other as the two parents pulled them away from that days play time.

It was different now. Older Oliver and Lilly. The friendship was the same, even stronger. But their feelings. Mrs.Oken knew. She knew of the feelings that were battling between them. The ordeal of growing up and realizing your best friend is your soul mate.

"Mrs. O?" Lilly's voice broke her train of thought.

"Sorry Lilly."

"S'ok. Anyway I was just thinking that maybe yanno…we could start early! Make sure everything is done by the time he wakes up." Lilly taps her fingers against the table impatiently.

"Why don't we have breakfast first." Mrs.Oken pats Lilly's hand down. "What are you feeling…eggs? Bacon? Pancakes? French toast?"

Another voice fills the room, "French toast sounds wonderful Nancy." Mr.Oken steps into the room. His full head of hair that Oliver inherited is amiss. He walks to Mrs.Oken gives her cheek a kiss and turns and smiles at Lilly.

"Ah, of course it wouldn't be Oliver's birthday if we didn't have Lillian arriving hours before the party to decorate." Mr.Oken walks towards Lilly, gives the top of her head a kiss and sits down in the chair across from Mrs.Oken's coffee cup.

He reaches for the paper and starts looking for the Politics section.

Lilly widely smiles, "Hey Mr.Oken." He nods assuring her that he heard her.

Lilly likes Mr.Oken. He was the always there to be a dad for her.

After the divorce between Lilly's parents, Mr.Oken soon filled the void of father figure for Lilly.

Lilly only got to see her dad one weekend out of the month and sometimes on holidays. And even though she could call and text him he was usually busy. Working at his hot shot accounting job in San Diego. Living another life without her being included in it.

Lilly found comfort in Mr.Oken. He was in many ways the perfect father mold. He played golf, watched sports, came to every school event and constantly stood watch over ones he loved.

Lilly even recalled that one year, she had made him a Fathers Day card. It was when she was younger. He had awkwardly taken it, giving her head a small pat.

She and Oliver had found the card stashed in his old toolbox one summer. They had been looking for a screwdriver so they could fix their skate boards.

Mister and misses Oken in more then one way were considered Lilly's other set of parents. And they had enthusiastically accepted that position.

Mrs.Oken placed a plate of French toast in front of Lilly.

Lilly shook her head making her head race back to the present. She gave a small thanks, and reached over to the utensil drawer. She grabs three forks and places them onto the table. Mr.Oken returns from the fridge a cup of milk and a mug of coffee in each hand. He puts the milk in front of Lilly and slowly sips his coffee.

The three of them eat. Lilly watches as mister and misses Oken's eyes scan the paper in front of them.

Mr.Oken suddenly interrupts the silence. "I can not remember the last time I have had French toast!"

Lilly looks at him and watches his forehead crease in thought.

"Bout' a couple of months…last time was…Last time was before Oliver was diagnosed with…"

Mr.Oken stops as he sees Mrs.Oken bite her lip.

He gives an awkward cough because that's the only thing that comes out. "Sorry." He then grabs his empty plate, stands, and goes to the sink.

Lilly swallows the last piece of toast and slowly reaches for her milk cup. It's a distraction from the tension she's trying to avoid being dragged into.

Mrs.Oken sits quietly.

Mr.Oken turns, smiles at the two, "Well ladies…I should probably start on present wrapping and what not!" He tries to make the situation better.

Lilly swallows another mouthful of milk.

Mr.Oken stares at Mrs.Oken, he gives a small sigh and walks off.

The kitchen stays quiet. Lilly swallows mouthful after mouthful of milk. Till she realizes the glass she is lifting is empty.

Mrs.Oken finally speaks, "All finished then." She tries to smile but it's quick. "We should start then. Come on lets get the box."

Lilly stands adjust her shirt and follows Mrs.Oken's robe into the garage. A large box labeled as Old Tax Returns is sitting next to the water heater.

Though the box is labeled tax returns it is really storing birthday party supplies. Supplies that Mrs.Oken and Lilly had picked out early that week. The name was a way to throw off Oliver from peaking.

Mrs.Oken lifts the box and Lilly holds the door open for her.

The box hits the living room ground with a small thud. Lilly and Mrs.Oken eagerly open it.

They dig in grabbing the decorations and throwing them around themselves.

"So where should we start?" Lilly ask as she bounces on the floor.

Mrs.Oken grabs a bag of balloons and smiles, "I promise I'll do helium voices with you. If you do it with me."

Lilly falls over laughing.

AN: Yes well first chapter yay! There will be more. Oh and maybe I can put out a word on fanfiction. Yanno how I make icons for Loliver2ya. Well somebody submited my icons to Mitchel's offical site thing. If you have any clues to this situation...please tell. lol. I don't mind them being used. But I'd like to give my permission first.

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