A/N: Okay guys, it's not too short, nearly to pages w/o my author's note. And don't worry this one won't be too long. Thanks for all the support about Kent! I'm pretty lazy right now, and don't feel like doing chores or watching T.V. My evil sister is out to get me though, and almost found I've been writing stories on Fanfiction. I also recently had to download NeoOffice so I could post. I really hope everything turns out okay.

I lied, this chapter is more Lilly-Dad relationship, and Lilly-Mom. I know you wanted the trip, but we're almost there. I won't give much away, but next chapter is going to be one you've waited for since Girlfriend.

Disclaimer: Me too lazy to write Hannah Montana, or own her/him/it. Why? I might forget to feed her, like my Grandma forgot to feed my fish while I was in France... oh well... I guess I can wait.

Chapter 7 About Time

I grabbed my bag from it's place on my chair. Why had I left packing for this morning? I had always been a little bit of a procrastinator. I double checked, making sure I had packed pajamas this time, my glasses, and so many other things I seemed to always forget when I packed for a trip, or maybe just an over-night at Miley's. Luckily for me, Miley had tons of extra stuff around her house.

Just one of the Pros of being a Super-Pop-Sensation.

It was already Five-Fifty in the morning, and the buses would leave at 6:30. After attendance at 6:15. However, judging the kids in my class, we would be lucky to leave by 6:45. But still, I found myself rushing to get out of this dark room.

I stumbled down the stairs, knocking my bag against the banister. Upon entering the kitchen, to sneak a cup of coffee before my dad got down here. I poured myself a glass, and turned around. Opening my mouth to scream a 'So long!' to my father, I felt a pair of deep gray eyes staring at me. The flicked from my face, to the cup in my hand.

I raised an eyebrow, and took a sip. My body eagerly welcoming the caffeine. "Mm... Hot Chocolate?"

He got up from the small round table, my family and I had spent so many nights eating at. Fourteen years worth of nights, nearly. But now, like it had been for about a month, the table was only set for two. And more than on one occasion, both seats weren't filled. My dad and I would be a good family, a small happy family, but nonetheless, a good one.

I moved the cup to my mouth, and took a long drink of it. As I brought it away from my lips, my dad grabbed it out of my hands, and smiled at me, before bringing it to the sink, and pouring the cup's contents into the drain.

"Your too young to be drinking coffee," My dad turned to me, his large reading glasses covered his eyes. And I look to find a newspaper on our kitchen table.

"Anything interesting?" I asked him, before sitting down across from his chair.

"Not really Lil, just some stuff about the middle school, there having renovations done." He brought a bowl of fruit loops to the table, and set it down in front of me.

"It's too early," I pushed the bowl away from me.

My father pushed it back. "Mrs. Johnson, there was an article about her and her cats."

"Really?" I asked him, it wasn't everyday the neighborhood Cat Lady got a whole column in the news.

"Yep, I'm thinking it's about time we visit her again. She was so nice to us back in the day. She loaned us money when you were born. Your mother and I were pretty young, I mean your mother being only 17, and I, twenty."

"I know Dad. Maybe we can visit her when I come back, on Wednesday or something." My dad shook his head.

"She's going to Bermuda next week, visiting her son, remember little James?" He asked me.

"I remember him, but he wasn't little, Dad. That boy was fatter than a whale." I said to him.

"Lilly, please, he was always nice."

I rolled my eyes in response. My dad opened his mouth in to continue his well-known story of my birth.

"Daddy, I know, don't make the mistake you and Mom did. Be safe, use a condom. But just so you know, this virgin has got to get out of here." I pulled my bag up from the floor. It was heavy, and large, but I knew the other girls would have bigger bags. Except for Sarah, I mean after all, the girl only has two pairs of socks.

"Okay Lilly, hey! Wait, stop right there." He ordered me, I turned to face him. He hugged me, and kissed my cheek. It was one of those corny moments, the kind you enjoy and cherish, but would be ruined if anyone else was around. I stayed in his arms fro just a moment longer. I pulled away, and my dad walked with me to his car. We drove in silence, but it was not awkward. It was peaceful, we were relaxed. It was times like these when I knew how much I loved my dad, and how much he loves me. Unlike with me and Oliver, our love could go unspoken.

My dad parked the car, it was nearly six ten by now. I started to get out of the car, after kissing my dad on the cheek. He caught me right arm, the one closer to him.

"Wait," He said quietly, his voice like a whisper. "Your mom told me to give this to you. I visited her yesterday."

My father held up my mother's bracelet. The one she had received after working for five years with the hospital. It was silver, and off of the thin chain, hung a silver heart, a beautiful design leading to the center, where there was a perfect blue amethyst. I remembered admiring the bracelet every time my mother had worn it, and even sneaking into her room to shift through her box of jewelry, just to get a glance of it.

"But it's..." I tried to form the words, but nothing had seemed to come out. I'd been staring at this same bracelet since I was seven, and now it was, mine?

"For you," He finished my sentence. "Where it for your mom, if not for yourself."

I nodded my head. "Hurry, I want to wear it, I said reaching my left had out, letting him secure the clasp. The cool metal felt nice, and almost right, against my skin. I kissed my father again. Before jumping out of the car, and running onto Bus 1.

"Lillian Truscott?" I heard Mr. Corelli call.

"Here," I said, before taking my spot next to Miley, across from Oliver and Jake.

Miley stared at my wrist, "That's so beautiful, where did you get it?"

"It was my mom's," I said solemnly. "Miley..." I paused to think over my words, "I need to tell you something." After all, it was going to be a long drive, and after all, it was about time.

Love, Sarahbella