So I had this chapter done a long time ago. But then I didn't like it so I redid most of it. Dear gosh it was hard. Hope you enjoy it.

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I closed my phone after reading a text from Miley inviting me to the beach. I grabbed my skateboard, and dashed down the stairs while letting my mom know I was leaving. As I skated past Oliver's house I considered stopping by to invite him along—but then I regained the use of my brain. I felt I deserved an afternoon spent without him, so I skated on. When I arrived at the beach I spotted Miley right away…and Oliver sitting across from her buried in nachos. Darn.

I walked over and said a general hello. Oliver said hey back and Miley just grinned. I sat down, and stole Oliver's cheesiest nacho as Miley continued grinning. I tapped my fingers impatiently and then finally cracked. "Okay, what's up with her?" I asked Oliver.

He shrugged, "I don't know she's been like that ever since I got here. And don't take that one; why don't you go buy your own," he said swatting my hand away from another cheesy nacho.

I went to buy a milkshake, and upon returning asked Miley, "So what's your deal?"

Miley's grin got wider, "Let's just say, I know who Mikola is."

I spit up the milkshake I had sipped as Oliver choked on his nachos. He grabbed my milkshake to soothe him and I snatched it back mid-sip. "'Why don't you go buy your own'," I mocked him, and then turned back to Miley, "Sickening isn't it?"

"More like entertaining," Miley giggled, "Actually he said they're going to be making an article about it!" My eyes widened. "And it's not like it's really you two, that'd be…something else. It's "Mike" and "Lola"," Miley teased using her fingers as quotations.

"Are you kidding me?!" Oliver exclaimed dramatically, "What has the world come to?"

I rolled my eyes—but I did agree. First Rodney, now this? "You're all crazy vampires," I muttered and sipped my milkshake.

"Except for me, I think this is just as ridiculous and vomit-creating as you do," Oliver stated.

"Right. Your one and only positive quality," I smiled onto my straw.

"Now Lillian you know that's not true, Oliver has many positive qualities," Miley said and Oliver thanked her.

"Like?" I asked her.

Oliver waited for her reply with a grin. "Well he's…you know he, uh…um," Miley stammered.

I found this hilarious. By now, Oliver's grin had transformed into a glare, "Gee thanks a lot Miles. I'll take myself and my sole good quality home now," he stood up and stretched, making his keychain dangle out.

"You drove here?" I asked him.

"Yup."

"Drop me off?"

"Nope."

I snatched his keychain from his pocket, "Ah, well you have no choice now," I stood up and wiggled the keys in his face and when he tried to grab them I dropped them in my jacket. He eyed me as he repetitively glanced at where the keys were. I raised my eyebrows, "If you dare reach for them, I will show you every karate move I learned for 6 years." Sometimes I wonder why we go through these types of fights. He knew he was going to drive me. I knew he was going to drive me. Yet we had to fight. Why? Oh yeah, because it was crazy fun. Miley practically rolled on the ground with laughter.

Oliver mumbled, "Fine, let's go." I laughed as I fetched the keys.

"Alright, I'll talk to y'all later then. I'm gonna hang out at the beach for a while."

She hugged me goodbye and then I followed Oliver to his car. Let's make one thing clear: Oliver treats his car as if it was part of his body. Honestly, I just think he needs a life, but he won't listen.

I dropped my skateboard on the backseat and was about to settle my self down when he flipped out. "Don't put that on my seats! Put it in the trunk!"

"Why the heck would I do that? Yours is right there too," I was not one to follow his directions.

"Yeah, well, that's mine."

"Big whoop," I rolled my eyes and turned to face the window.

"Take. It. Off." He said sternly.

I turned back to face him. He had leaned in close enough that if I stuck my tongue out I could probably get his nose. Why on earth anyone would want to do that was beyond me though. The thought of it made me suddenly burst out laughing which only pissed him off further. Still glaring at me he knocked it off, but I really didn't care at all. And then we went on to fight about which station to play (we stumbled on a station playing a song we somehow both liked). And finally, I nearly smacked him upside the head for waiting a century at the top sign.

Finally we stopped at my driveway. "Geez, I thought we'd never get here," I said as I got out.

"And I thought you'd never shut up. Say hi to Heather for me."

At some point in time our moms told us to call them by their first name. At first it was odd, but one gets used to it. "I doubt she's home, Oak-boy. Go home."

"Geez. Fine, then. Bye—Hey do not smack my door!"

"Whatever Oliver, I'll call you later." With that I ran inside before I could hear another word from him.

After putting my cell to charge I collapsed on my bed with my iPod on at medium volume. I think I fell asleep maybe four songs later, but I woke up to my name resonant throughout the house.

"Mm…what?" I moaned and turned in my sleep only to see my mom frantically burst into my room.

She nearly tackled me with a hug. "Lilly, you're home?! Thank God!" Her voice was shaky and when I could see clearly that I realized she was crying.

The last time I saw my mom cry was when my grandfather died so this worried me deeply, "Uh…yeah, Oliver dropped me off. What's going on?"

"Oh, honey, Oliver…" She didn't finish, but hugged me tighter and rubbed my back instead.

"Mom, I don't need a back rub. Tell me what's going on! Oliver what?" I was now fully awake and my mom was worrying me. It's one thing to be crying, it's another to say a name and not complete the sentence.

She took in a deep breath and I involuntarily did too, "Oliver was in a car accident, and he's in the hospital. The police called the Stewarts because they couldn't reach the Okens or me and--oh, when Miley told me you were in that car too I nearly got in an accident myself rushing over here." She sniffed back tears and kissed my cheek. I barely heard a word she said after the first sentence. My mind seemed to blank out.

I heard my mom's phone ring and her pick up and talk. But I didn't focus on any of it. All that kept thinking was: He can't be. I slowly checked if I was crying but I wasn't, instead I realized I was still holding my breath and shakily let it out.

"Alright, that was Mary Oken. She says Oliver's at the hospital. Wanna go?"

I blinked—she made it sound as if she was asking whether I wanted to go for a walk to the park. I nodded. She went ahead to the car, which she hadn't even turned off, and I soon joined her. As she drove, I closed my eyes and my mind repeated: He can't be. By the time we arrived, I was confident I was right.

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I was now pacing up and down the hospital hallway. Mr. and Mrs. Oken were with us and they were bawling like there was no tomorrow. What on earth was wrong with them? People get into accidents all the time. Everything was fine and I knew it. We had been waiting for about 10 minutes and I was getting irritated at the Okens crying, Mr. Stewart trying to comfort me when I kept repeating to him there was nothing to worry about, and no doctor answering my questions. My mom had to go back to work, and told us to call her as soon as we got any news. I felt like I was on some sort of soap opera.

Miley walked up beside me, "Do you think he's okay?"

I frowned, "No I don't think he's okay; I know he is! Oliver's an extremely cautious driver; it was probably a minor accident!" I was yelling at her and the rest of the criers.

"But--," Miley started.

"Oliver. Is. Fine."

She sighed and sat back down beside her father. I sighed too, and resumed to my pacing.

Finally a doctor came up to us, "Are you Oliver's family?"

I stepped up to him with the rest of the crew backing me up, "Yeah, I'm Lilly, his best friend, what's up?"

"Well, Ms. Lilly, the accident your best friend was in was quite serious and—" He was talking to me as if I was ten, and I was quick to prove him wrong.

"This is a hospital with doctors who are trained to fix things right? So fix him!" I yelled as Mr. Stewart put his hand on my shoulder.

"Well I'll let you know that we are trying our best—"

"To do what?" I couldn't be bothered to hear his full sentences.

He looked down, "To…keep him alive miss."

I stared at him, and then the space he occupied after he walked to Oliver's parents. I don't think there's any word to describe how I felt right now. Do you know of any word that means 'the realization that one may forever be losing their life-long best friend'? I felt Miley hugging me and heard her crying, but I wasn't aware of any of it. I slid out of her arms, and sat down right where I was standing, in the middle of the hallway. Oliver's name resonated in my head. The part of me that had spent it's time convincing me everything was okay, had now died away. I bit my lip to numbness as a tear made its way down…Oliver you better not leave me or else, what has the world come to?

Dun dun dun….-whispers- Review. xoxCamy.