Hey guys. Here's the new oneshot. This one (I'll admit) is not going to have a happy ending. It is going to be Loliver, although some may not think so by the end. Well, I hope you like it.

Umm…this story is based very loosely on Death Cab for Cutie's song "What Sarah Said". Notice how I said, VERY LOOSELY.

Disclaimer: I own Josh. And Mrs. Taylor. And the plot. And the writing. Nothing more, nothing less. The song that Lilly sings is "Never Too Late". I don't own it. Three days Grace does.

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Gone Forever

(Lilly POV)

I sat in the large waiting room that smelled of 409. I buried my head in my hands, waiting for the nurse to tell me I could go see him. Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought of why I was in the waiting room in Seaview Hospital.

Flashback-

I sat on my bed in my room, letting Three Days Grace blast through my stereo speakers.

"Even if I say, it'll be alright still I hear you say, you want to end your life. Now and again we try to just stay alive. Maybe we'll turn it all around 'cause it's not too late, it's never too late." I sang along quietly as I flipped through the pages of Seventeen magazine. I rolled my eyes. This magazine is so stupid.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Oliver Oken, my best friend.

"Hey Ollie." I greeted. The person on the other line cleared their throat.

"Lilly? It's not Oliver. It's his mother." My eyes widened, and I rushed over to turn the volume down on my stereo.

"Oh. Hey Mrs. O. What's up?" I asked, clearly confused. Why would she have Oliver's cell phone? And why would she be calling me?

"Lilly, Oliver is in the hospital .He just got in a really bad car wreck." By this time I was already slipping on Oliver's high tops that he grew out of.

"Is he okay?" I heard her sniffle.

"We're not sure, but we thought that you might want to come over here. We're at Seaview Hospital." She informed. For whatever reason, this made my stomach twist in knots.

"I'll be right over." I said before hanging up. I quickly threw my phone into my black purse, zipped up a Three Days Grace hoodie over my black t-shirt, and headed down the stairs.

"Ryan!" I yelled.

"Huh?" My younger brother answered.

"What's Josh's number?"

"780-4563!" he yelled back. I punched the numbers into my house phone and waited impatiently for them to answer.

"Hello?" Josh's voice answered.

"Hey. It's Lilly, Ryan's older sister. Is your mom or dad home?"

"Yeah, hold on. Mom!" I waited for a good 30 seconds before Mrs. Taylor's voice greeted me.

"Hello Lilly. How are you?"

"I'm fine Mrs. Taylor. How are you?"

"I'm great."

"Um…I was just wondering if I could drop Ryan off at your house. I have some place to be." I told her.

"Yes Lilly, that should be fine."

"Thank you so much!" I said, extremely relieved.

"Your welcome. See you in a bit."

"See you." I quickly hung up the phone before grabbing Ryan's tennis shoes. I threw them in front of him.

"What are those?"

"They're your shoes. Put them on." I ordered. He groaned.

"But I'm in the middle of watching Code Lyoko!" he whined. I looked him straight in the eye.

"Ryan. Put your shoes on." I ordered through clenched teeth. He quickly put his shoes on.

"Where are we going?" he asked curiously. I grabbed my purse, left the house with Ryan behind me, and locked the door.

"You are going to Josh's. I am going somewhere else." I told him as I ushered him out to my Jeep. He climbed into the back, and I climbed into the driver's seat. I started up the engine, and we were at Josh's in 3 minutes.

I then made my way to the town hospital.

-End Flashback

Right now, Oliver was still in critical condition. He had internal bleeding, broken bones, and he had a very serious head injury. I had been at the hospital for 4 days. I had only gone home for about 2 hours each night. The tears were streaming down my face constantly, and it seemed as though they would never stop.

Suddenly, I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders. I looked up at the person next to me. She was younger then me (maybe 14), had brown hair to her shoulders, big brown caring eyes, and a face full of freckles. I guess she was a kind of mousey girl. Well, mousey features at least.

"I'm Sarah." She told me.

"Lilly."

"What's wrong?" she inquired. I stared blankly at her, but for some reason, my story spilled.

"Oliver Oken, my best friend and the person I love, got in a car crash. He's really hurt, and I don't know if he's going to make it." I blurted, the tears streaming down again. Sarah pulled me into a hug.

"I just don't know what I'll do if I loose him. I love him too much to loose him. " I confessed. She looked at me.

"Love is watching someone die." She told me. I stared at her incredulously. How could she say that? I was about to scream at her, but a nurse walked in. Every single person stopped.

"Lilly Truscott? Oliver is awake." She told me. I quickly stood and followed her to Oliver's room.

I let my hopes rise, and that was my first mistake.

We soon reached Mr. and Mrs. Oken who were standing outside a door.

"He refuses to see anyone but you." Mrs. Oken told me. I nodded as I pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The tears welled up again when I saw him. He was hooked up to many monitors, one of which was keeping his steady heartbeat. He had an IV stuck into his arm, along with a few other tubes.

"Hey." He managed weakly. I smiled as I sat in the seat beside him.

"Hey Ollie." He stared at me.

"You look like you haven't eaten much."

"I haven't." I confessed sheepishly. He groaned.

"How long has it been since you last ate?" I stared at him incredulously.

"4 days."

"You need to-"

"How can you be so worried about me not eating when you're the one sitting in a hospital bed after a horrible car wreck?" I blurted. "You shouldn't be worried about me."

"I can't help it." He coughed.

"Well, try harder. You need to focus on getting better Oliver. I don't know what I'll do if I loose you." I said as the dam broke, and the tears streamed down my face. He weakly reached up and brushed the tears away. He then grasped my hand in his own.

"Lilly, there's something that I need to tell you." I nodded for him to continue. "I've been best friends with you for forever, and I've wanted to tell you this since we were 14. Lilly, I love you." He mumbled. I smiled.

"Oliver. I love you, too." He beamed as largely as he could. He leaned up as far as he could, and I leaned down the rest of then way. Our lips met, and I immediately felt the sparks.

I also felt like everything was right in the world. Oliver may have been in a hospital bed, but I just felt like this was right. Like we were right. We slowly pulled apart, and Oliver patted the space next to him. I looked at him skeptically, but he patted again. I rolled my eyes, but I slowly crawled in next to him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and I laid my head on his shoulder.

That night, I got my first wink of sleep in a long time.

-3 Days Later-

Three days later and Oliver had only gotten worse. I never left his side, and he never wanted me to.

Then one night, he was just staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Lilly, I don't have much time left." He told me seriously.

"Ollie, don't say that. You'll be okay. I promise." I assured brightly. He shook his head sadly.

"I've done all I needed to do here, Lils. I've told you how much I love you, and now, I'm not supposed to be here." He whispered meekly. Cue the tears.

"Oliver. You can't leave me! You just can't." He wrapped me tightly in his arms, and I cried into his shoulder mumbling how he couldn't leave me.

The next day, I was sitting next to him, holding his hand tightly. He had slipped into unconsciousness, and I wasn't so sure he would wake up this time.

Suddenly, my mind flashed back to what Sarah said.

"Love is watching someone die"

I sighed. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew for sure that Ollie was gone. Just like he said, he wasn't supposed to be here any longer. That didn't mean I wanted him to go.

"Lils, I love you. Always remember that." He whispered suddenly as he slipped off the ring his grandfather had given him. He placed it into my palm and closed it. The tears were already streaming down my face, for I knew what was coming.

"I love you, too Ollie." I whispered through my tears. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, the heart monitor beeped faster and faster. In a last attempt to save my boyfriend, I screamed for the nurse.

The doctors ushered me out, and I began pacing outside the room.

Maybe and hour or 2 later, the doctor came out. I looked at him hopefully, but he sadly shook his head. It took me a few moments, but I finally realized that Oliver was never waking up. He was gone. Gone forever.

My legs gave way, and I collapsed to the ground in hysteric sobs. Miley, who had returned form a tour only the day before, wrapped her arms around me in an attempt to comfort me, even if she knew it wouldn't work.

-3 months later-

I was sitting on my bed. Just staring blankly at the wall. I was letting Dir en Grey blast through the speakers of my stereo.

Suddenly, my door blasted open, and a very annoyed Miley stormed into my room, slamming the door behind her. I flicked a glace her way, but went back to staring at the wall.

"Lilly! I'm sick of this!" she yelled after flicking off my stereo. I barely moved. "You haven't done anything since Oliver died. All you do is sit in your room staring at a wall, and blasting this Japanese crap! It's been 3 months Lilly!"

I switched my glance from the wall to her. And spoke.

"Are you implying that I should be over it by now?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"Yes Lilly." I quickly stood.

"You don't say that Miley. When your mom died, I didn't tell you to be over it in 3 months. Not even 5." I said. She rolled her eyes.

"Lilly, I honestly don't get why you're making such a big deal out of this! Everyone else is done sulking! We all know how you feel! I know how you feel more then them, and I'm not sulking!"

"Don't you dare say you know how I feel Miley! You were not as close to him as I was!" I screamed. "You don't feel numb everyday! You don't still feel like you're in a nightmare! You don't wonder every night what you did wrong, why you deserve this! You don't cry yourself to sleep every night! You don't wish that it was you who dies instead! You don't wish that you had gone with him! So don't say you know I feel!"

"I may not be grieving for Oliver like that, but I lost my own mother Lilly! My own mother! I think that qualifies for knowing how you feel!" she yelled back.

"That's not the same, Miley! Did you confide in her about everything? Did you know her until you were 17? Did you talk to her until 2 a.m. on the phone when you were hurt? Did you trust her more then anyone in the world? Did you love her more then anything else?" I shouted, the tears now flowing freely. She was now at a loss for words.

"That's what I thought. You may have lost your mother, and yes, that was bad. But, Miley, you didn't loose your best friend." I whispered through the tears.

Suddenly, I was on the ground, knees brought up to my stomach. I was crying hysterically. Miley sat down next to me, and wrapped her arms around me. I leaned my head against her shoulder.

"He's gone Miley. Oliver's gone forever." I choked out.

"I know hun, I know."

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GRARG! I hated that ending! Ugh! Oh well. Kind of unfinished, but I think I got the point across. Well, I hope you like it. Next oneshot will be up sooon!

Love you (and your reviews )

--Lani