Here goes the next story, and for those of you who haven't read The Tragedy Of A Broken Heart, you may want to so that you aren't totally lost, but I don't think you have to to be able to understand this story. I don't plan on making this one a tragedy, but that may change. Enjoy, and I love reviews!

Lillys P O V

I looked out of the window. It was a year ever since Jake's death, and Miley is still numb. It's like she has a hard time feeling anything. Not only emotions, but something as simple as my dogs wet nose, would leave her to wonder where the feeling was anymore. Miley did a good job of staying strong, she hardly ever cries over it, because she is happy for him, but sometimes she needs a kleenex to wipe away all evidence of thinking about their connection.

It was a Sunday after noon during spring break, and Miley and I were sleeping over at Olivers. Oliver had been the main focus of my life ever since Jake died. I kissed him on the cheek at Jake's house after his funeral, and ever since I knew I had to have him, but I could never put so much stress on our relationship as to do that. Miley doesn't know yet. I'm so afraid to tell her, because I'm scared of her reaction. Plus, what if she likes him too now that Jake is gone?

"Lilly? Lilly?" Oliver said trying to snap me out of my day dream out the window. It was a very nice March afternoon, even though it shouldn't be. How dare the sun shine on such a cold, harsh day as this one. How dare the kids play ignoring the fact we have lost someone so... so... so generous and loving as we did. How dare people forget.

"Are you okay?" Miley asked. I know that I should be the one to ask her that. I know she must really be dying to talk about it, but since it brings back so many memories of her mom, she typically doesn't. Her single, "Forgotten Miracles" that she played at Jake's funeral made billions of dollars towards brain tumor research. And on the CD, the decoration says, in loving memory of Jake Ryan, so that when you put the CD in your CD player, you can read the words.

"Yeah I'm fine," I lied. I didn't want to let them know I was thinking about Jake, or Miley would become sad again. I bet they had enough common sence to figure it out anyways.

"So what do you wanna do Oliver?" Miley asked. Oliver looked to her with is blue hazel eyes.

"I don't know. What are you guys up for?" he asked.

"I think I'm going to go home and get my stuff that I packed and than come back," I said standing up. We came over straight after school, and I had packed a bag of things to bring, but forgot it when I went to school this morning.

"Okay. Do you want me to order pizza while you're gone?" Oliver asked.

"Sure," I said.

I got up and let myself out as I heard Oliver pick up the phone.

"You want me to come with?" Miley asked.

"Thanks, but my mom said I have to come over alone to get my stuff when I called her this morning to tell her that I forgot my stuff. It won't take long," I lied.

"Okay, see ya," she called.

I fake smiled and waved good bye as I left the house. I wanted to go alone in case I accidently let a tear slip out of my eyes. I wanted to so bad, but I knew that I should also keep them inside, because I couldn't afford to get Miley started. When I got home I grabbed the bag and said good bye to my parents, and little sister Blaire. Blaire is seven and a half, and never lets you forget it. Whenever we tell people that she's seven, she will blantantly add, "and a half." It drives me insane, because it doesn't really matter, and sisters always drive the other sister insane.

"When you come home tomorrow can we go see Hannah Montana together?" she asked. I didn't tell her about Miley being Hannah, but she has gone to concerts with me and knows that Hannah and I are good friends.

"We'll see if I can get that other ticket okay?" I asked.

"Okay!" she said.

Blaire ran off to her barbies or something, whatever she likes to do, and I turned and went out the door before dad could comment on my eyeliner, which looks heavy because it is a little smeared. I moped back to Olivers, and opened the door to see Miley and Oliver laughing on the floor to something. I knew that it was time to shrug off all feelings I had about Jake being gone, and start having a good time, otherwise I'd make Miley and Oliver have a bad time too.

"What's so funny?" I asked scarring the living daylights out of them as I walked into the living room.

"That episode of survivor last night when that loser got kicked off, and started a fight with three other cast members," Oliver laughed.

"Oh yeah, I heard about it, but I let Blaire pick something to do, and she wanted to go to that kiddie arcade down the street, so I had to go with," I said.

"You actually let Blaire drag you to Happy Mountain instead of watching Survivor?" Miley asked.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Why's that?" Oliver asked. They knew there must be something big in it. I took the money out of my pocket.

"Because, I got paid quadruple to amount I normally do," I said. Miley and Oliver gasped.

"Wow. Why?" Miley asked.

"Mom had a candle party and needed Blaire out of the house," I said.

Miley and Oliver started to say 'oh', but just then the doorbell rang. I put the money in my pocket and sighed about not being able to see Survivor, and went to the door with Oliver to get the pizza. Oliver opened the door to see Jackson standing there.

"Jackson?" we asked.

"Oliver you orded Rico's pizza?" Miley asked.

"Yup, that way I don't have to give a tip if Jackson comes to the door," he laughed.

"Not funny, pay up," Jackson said.

"How much is it?" Oliver said taking out a few tens.

"Five twenty six," Jackson answered.

Oliver handed him the exact amount, and Jackson was about to ask about the tip, but Oliver just closed the door on him.

"You thought I was kidding didn't you?" he yelled as he locked the door.

"You slime head! I can tell dad a few lies about what goes on at Olivers sleepovers with you Miles if you don't tip me!" Jackson yelled. Miley laughed at Jacksons 'threat.' Robbie Ray would never believe him.

They put the pizza on the floor. I remember when Jake would order three, and than give the pizza guy a bigger tip than what the pizza's cost, as long as the delivery guy wouldn't say anything about him being Jake Ryan.

We ate our pizza in silence actually. I don't know what they were thinking about, but my attention was on Jake. Especually when Miley spoke up.

"Do you guys ever think about the fact that it's Jake's one year anniversary of the day he died today?" Miley asked. I gulped. Please don't let me cry in front of Oliver.

Oliver and I stayed silent. We didn't really want to talk about it. I wanted to help Miley, and be there for her, but right now I couldn't. Because I loved Jake, as a friend and everything, but I wasn't quite ready to talk right now. Apparantly Oliver wasn't either. Well than in sarcasm, let the fun sleepover begin.