Chapter 4-Accidental Subconscious

She pressed her lips into his for a moment, and smiled into his mouth, "I love you, Oliver," She answered. He pulled her legs onto either side of him as he rolled on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He slid his hands up her back as her legs firmly wrapped themselves around his waist.

"I love you." He mumbled, finding his way to the clasp of her suit and peeling off her still wet top. His left hand slid against the sensitive skin of her breast as he used his right on the ground to support him. She felt her back arch. "Oliver…" She reached to take off his shorts in return.

"Oh yeah," He moaned, as her hand went down south.

"I love it when you 'Oh yeah'," She replied huskily, with a smirk.

He raised an eyebrow at her as she pushed him down and climbed on top, "Ohhh yeahhh," He growled enthusiastically.

"Lilllllly," He muttered, suddenly seemingly far away.

"Oliver," She grinned , reaching for him but he was leaving. Not just pushing her away, but disappearing.

"Lillypie," The voice said sweetly, and she felt a hand stroking her forehead gently.

"Oliver?" She questioned, trying to reach her hand up. Her eyes felt so heavy. She finally succeeded in lifting her hand, and she hit something soft. Only for a second but she recognized it. It wasn't her blanket like she'd expected it to be, it was Oliver's nice soft hair.

"Thank god, she's awake," He breathed, staring at her for a second. Then he pushed himself off the bed. His bed, she realized, peering around the room. She hadn't been in there since they'd had their first kiss…and then some. He had more clothes piled on the floor, but she noticed there was nothing different in the area they'd been using. He was at his door, "Miley!" He shouted, his face blocked by the wood. "Don't call her parents, she's up!" He turned back to her. She looked at him and then the floor again, and he blushed. She immediately averted her eyes to his Metro Station poster, Trace Cyrus was kind of scary with all those piercings. Mason Musso wasn't bad though, he was just punk enough without looking like he was trying to go underground death metal on you.

"You like Metro Station?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow in surprise. They had seldom talked music since the Maroon 5 vs. Three Days Grace battle of '07 which ended with her dumping a hot fudge sundae over his head and proclaiming that Maroon 5 would always own all. Which might have been slightly unnecessary given they both liked both bands, but they'd always been a little stubborn.

"Yeah," She nodded, smiling slightly at him as she sat up.

"Let me guess, Kelsey?" He smirked knowingly and she watched his mouth fall as she shook her head.

"Kelsey is very…" She searched for the right word.

"Typical?" He suggested, and she met his eyes nodding.

"Seventeen Forever is pretty solid, and Shake It is infectious, gets stuck in your head for weeks, but I really like California the best." Liked might have been a bit of an understatement. Loved, worshipped, listened to it for weeks straight after she first heard it might have been more accurate. She and Oliver were keeping it superficial right now though, and for good reason.

He closed his eyes, rocking his head back and forth, "What do you say we leave for California?" He sang softly.

"If we travel all night we can make it by the morning," She chimed in, grinning at him.

"And, no-one has to know if we decide to go, what do you say we leave for California?" She smirked at him as he finished off the chorus, giving her a 'Don't Ever Sing' look.

"You skipped my favorite line though," She mumbled, and he came back over to rest on the corner of the bed.

"Oh really, if I struck a cord…" He trailed off as she shook her blond hair impatiently.

"You don't trust yourself, but girl trust me," She practically breathed it, not because she wanted to listen to his dictator no-singing command but because halfway through. And the look he had on his face was…

She lost her train of thought as she heard laughter coming from the doorway. She craned her neck in it's direction feeling oddly frustrated, to see Miley standing there in a giggle fit. She seemed so opposite from the last time she'd seen her, she wondered if maybe rolling around with Oliver wasn't the only dream she's had.

"What?" She asked defensively and Miley shook her head.

"Nothing," She smiled, but Lilly knew that smile. It was the smile that came just short of singing, 'I know something you don't know, doo-dah, doo-dah.' "Are y'all done being singing idiots? You sound like drowning morons." Lilly blushed, she had heard them.

"Thanks," Oliver drawled sarcastically, "Did you find it?" He asked, looking up at her reprovingly.

"Mmhhmm," She rolled her eyes, "It was hidden in your mom's tampons." She threw a little box onto the bed, when Lilly saw the words written on it, she felt like she was going to be sick.

"Oh god," She muttered, falling back into Oliver's pillows. First Response…she hadn't been sleeping, just living a nightmare. That meant what happened between her and Oliver in the car was also real.

"Way to make her faint again!" Oliver cried, taking her hand. "Lilly, come on! Miley's driving me insane!"

"I didn't pass out, you stupid doughnut," She mumbled into the covers. "I was just kinda hoping that part was all a dream."

"Welcome to my life," Miley smirked, hugging her best friend from behind. "Come on now, up, up!"

"You sure are cheery for someone who looked like she was sentenced to death a few hours ago," Oliver grumbled, glaring at her.

"Well, now you guys know, I hate keeping secrets," She clapped, sitting down in Oliver's computer chair.

"You weren't even going to tell me!" He cried, crossing his hands over his chest.

"Because it's yours," Miley glared at him.

"What?" He yelped, falling off the bed.

"Huh?" Lilly squealed, flying up. How could Oliver do this to her? He was her only ally in the fight against total and complete God worship of Miley! …Except maybe Jackson…and Jackson was short, and dirty, and gross! And would Oliver have to drop out and support the baby? Maybe he'd end up selling drugs on street corners. And he'd get into a turf war with the bloods, and end up getting shot and then Lilly would be alone with the baby because Miley would end up working the street corners to support her crack habit.

Suddenly Miley snickered, causing Lilly to look at her and Oliver to stop hyperventilating on the floor, "Y'all are too gullible. Didn't even occur to you for a second that I've never slept with Oliver?" They both shook their heads dumbly, glancing at each other. "This is gonna be fun." Oh yeah, fun, that was exactly the word Lilly wanted to use to describe this event.

"That was cruel," Oliver glared at her, normally Lilly would have been amused by his defensiveness but she was too busy being grateful that he was not indeed Miley's sperm donor. She should have known, Oliver didn't like girls as tall as her and he preferred blondes. And Miley always smelled like cherries, which remind him of his mom. Besides, what kind of guy would he be if he'd made out with her and then slept with her best friend? Some straight out of One Tree Hill, or Gossip Girl. Ooo…Gossip Girl, that was on tonight. She meant to invite Miley over to watch that. Now probably wasn't the best time though.

"Uh, Oliver," She muttered staring at the little box in Miley's hands. "Why does your mother have a pregnancy test hidden in her tampon box?"

He turned and smiled at her, "She's trying to have another baby."

Lilly gave him a blank look and threw a pillow from behind her to Miley, who whacked him in the head with it, "Thank you, Captain Obvious," Lilly drawled, "Why is it hidden though?"

"Oh, my dad doesn't know," He nodded, fiddling with his right ear like he usually did when he got nervous. "He still thinks she's taking the pill."

"How can you hide the fact that you're pregnant from your husband?" Miley shook her head. Lilly was tempted to agree with her, but she didn't think she was one to talk. Her dad hid the fact that he had an affair from her mom…an affair with a man, who he later left her for.

"It's the way they ended up with Owen," Oliver shrugged, and Lilly nodded. That was indeed true, she remembered that all too well. Oliver's father had been convinced Nancy was cheating on him, and she'd shown up at the Truscott's door with little Ollie holding her hand. Eventually his dad had come around, a paternity test and a birth later. Lilly imagined he'd be a lot less skeptical the second time.

"And you were planned," Miley scoffed.

"I was! Unlike someone in this room with a blond alter-ego who is the result of a broken condom," He hissed and Lilly froze. Shit, why couldn't Oliver ever just keep any of the secrets she wasn't supposed to tell him?

"You told him?" Miley cried, turning to her best friend. "Why do you have to tell him everything?" She demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I do not tell him everything," Lilly snorted, trying to wrack her brains for anything she hadn't told him. She hadn't given up Miley's Hannah secret to him…granted she'd only known for a week before Miley went ahead and told him anyways. She hadn't told him when Matt Marshall stood her up, he would have tried to kill him and ended up getting beaten within an inch of his life. She hadn't told him she'd been having slight urges to push him against walls and jump his bones lately…Not that she'd mention that, because she hadn't told Miley either, and things were awkward and tense enough right now.

"You do too-" Miley began.

"Stop it," Oliver said suddenly, picking up the little box sitting in the middle of the bed and looking at the little pregnant woman in the circle. "We've got more important things to worry about."

Miley bit her lip, suddenly all her orangey tanned glory seemed to fade and all Lilly saw was the pale, scared little girl form Tennessee she'd met in sixth grade. The one who was afraid of being in this big new place, especially so soon after her mother had died. The one who just needed a friend. "I can't do it," She mumbled, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "What if it's positive?"

Lilly reached out her hand and squeezed Miley's with it, "That's up to you," She whispered.

"I can't be a mother, I'm still just a kid," She murmured, a little trickle running down her cheeks.

"Who says, who says I can't be superman?" Lilly sang softly, feeling her own smile become watery. "I say, I say that I know I can." She wrapped her arms around Miley, and let her bury her head in her shoulder.

"Okay," Her friend mumbled, "Give me the test."

AN: I honestly meant for you to know a lot more about Miley's deal this chapter. I started writing though, and it just came out like this. Next chapter you will definitely know though, although I might skip forward to something else that'll be kind of significant to it. As I don't actually want to make this too Miley centric. So I'm going to safely say, next chapter will not actually feature Miley. Next will be all Lilly and Oliver, and maybe a few passing characters.