Chapter 7

Lilly's POV

I can't believe Oliver had the nerve to come in here earlier today. I mean, come on. I know he doesn't like me that way. I know he's just trying to make me feel better. Oliver has never been good at acting. I could tell the from second he walked through that door that he feels bad for me. He's never wanted to be anything more than just friends.

Great. Now I have the Jonas Brothers stuck in my head. Too bad it's a happy song. I try to think of a more depressing song, like Teardrops On My Guitar by Taylor Swift.

Anyway, it feels like Oliver just shattered my heart into a million pieces. It seems like I'll never be able to find every single one of those pieces and fit them all back together properly.

I know. I'm probably overreacting. I'm probably going to look back on this summer ten years from now and say "Why did I let this guy get to me that way?" But right now, I feel pretty damn miserable.

I hear a knock on my door, and my doctor looks in. "Lilly, you have a visitor," she tells me with a warm smile. If it's Oliver, well, I already told the doctor to ask me if he comes again.

I breathe again as Miley walks toward me and sits on my hospital bed. "Hey, Lilly," she greets me. "How are you?"

"Relieved. And thanking God you're not Oliver. You know, he came in earlier and wanted to talk about yesterday. I know he doesn't want to be friends with me anymore, and definitley not a couple. He feels bad for me."

Miley sighs. After a moment, she says, "Lilly, that's what I came to talk to you about."

I fake shock. "Really?" I retort. I don't know why I'm acting this way towards her. Bad mood, I guess. "You don't want to brag about how far you got with Jake last night?"

"No, I don't. I want to talk to you about Oliver."

I nod, knowing that she's going to squeeze whatever she wants to know out of me sooner or later. But Miley doesn't say anything. We sit there for about thirty seconds before I finally say, "Well? Aren't you going to say something? 'Cause I don't know where to start."

"I don't know if I should tell you this or not, because Oliver kind of told me not to interfere with this, that he wants to tell you himself. But since you wont let him talk to you..." Miley says, half to herself.

"Wait, what? What does he want to tell me?"

"I still don't think..." she tries again, but I press on. "Okay. Fine. I'll tell you. But you can't tell him I told you." I nod with a bad feeling in my stomach.

"Well, the thing is, he, uh, well, he doesn't hate you, like you might think he does."

I could have guessed that. I was just overreacting before. "Great," I say, the weight in my stomach lightening a bit. "He just wants to be friends again. Great."

"Lilly, he's in-- yeah. He wants to be friends again," Miley says, repeating what I said. "You should let him visit you."

I sigh, wondering why Oliver didn't want Miley to tell me that he wants to be friends again. At least he doesn't think it would be too awkward. "You're right. Next time he comes by, I'll let him come in."

"Good. Now, on to other news." Before I can ask what the news is, she comes right out and says, "I'm leaving for Florida tomorrow for a week. Hannah has a few charity concerts. Well, it's not just Florida. I'm also going to some of the other southern states."

I gape at her. "And you didn't invite me? Lola? Hannah's best friend?" I say, hurt. "What kind of friend are you?"

Miley doesn't even have to say anything; she just looks at me and I remember where I am. "Oh, yeah. Sorry about that! You're the best friend a girl can ask for."

Miley breaks into a grin. "That's alright. I'll bring back lots of souvenirs. Listen, I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow?"

I shake my head. "I don't have a cell phone. It didn't live through my almost drowning."

She pulls her cell phone out of her pocket and hands it to me, saying, "You can use this one while I'm away. I still have the Hannah phone."

I thank her, and after we hug, she leaves. Now I am left alone, but with a happy feeling that everything might actually be okay. Except for the fact that I still have an uncontrollable crush on my best friend.

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I'm sorry that this chapter probably isn't that good. It's been a stressful week for me, with family problems and then state testing at school. So go easy on me, okay? Haha, just kidding. Be as hard on me as you like!

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