Happy 4th of July for the Yanks.
Happy Thursday for everyone else!
-Emilie
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Lilly's POV.
I lay in the hospital bed, out of it. I stared out the window.
I had just lost my two best friends.
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Miley stopped in to see me a day later. She said something about them not letting her or something for a while.
"Lilly, what happened?" She asked, taking a seat next to her. I sighed and honestly felt like I was going to cry.
"Miley… everything just fell apart…" I whispered, and immediately burst into tears. She hugged me tightly and comforted me quietly.
The next few days were a silent and painful. Miley often came to visit, but other than that, I was lonely most of the time. I missed everyone. It might not have been so bad if she was home, but, with everything going the way it was.
And I was getting worse apparently. The doctors said that the injuries I sustained from the hit weren't getting much better, and that I was developing a post trauma disorder.
They let me visit Kevin about a week later.
I walked into his room. It was thankfully empty. I tried to visit when nobody was there.
Kevin was awake, but sleeping. I sat down next to him and sighed. His dormant expression practically mocked me. He looked like Kevin. Like my best friend. Like my older brother. My hero. And it was my fault he was like this.
I took his hand into mind and gently held it for a second. I saw him stir, and his eyes opened ever so slightly and looked at me. He smiled.
"I was wondering when you'd be coming around." He whispered. I smiled weakly at him.
"How are you feeling?" I asked quietly." He shrugged.
"You?"
"The same."
"Nick told me about what happened."
"Yeah…"
"I wasn't quite… fully conscious when he did, or I would have told him off… but… you know. Don't worry about them, Lilly." He said quietly. I shook my head.
"They… they hate me, Kev…"
"They'll get over it. Don't worry."
"No… Kevin, you should have seen his face. Joe… he… I don't know." I looked up at him quietly. "I lost the two guys who I could have been in love with."
"No. Don't do that to yourself. Nick and Joe are jerks anyway…"
"I'm the jerk."
"No, you aren't. They both overreacted."
"Kevin, stop. I was with Nick, and I lied to him about who I was, then I cheated on him with Joe, and still lied about who I was. I screwed up." I said bitterly. Kevin sighed and sat up. He looked at me.
"Yeah, Lilly. You did screw up. It doesn't mean that you didn't mean well. It was a stupid secret that messed everything up."
"I just… their both so… I dunno. I mean… when I was younger, I never actually liked any of you guys, but the whole…. boy-toy-holding-hands-and-kissing thing was what we did in Japan, and I was used to it. You guys didn't seem to mind, so I didn't really care. But now… I mean… Joe's all… tall and sweet and Nick's just amazing and It kind of comes down to the fact, that I think I'm totally infatuated with the both of them."
"Well, then you have a problem."
"Precisely." I said quietly and he nodded.
"Did you ever think that maybe… just maybe, neither of them are right for you?"
"Never. Their both just…. Perfect. Its almost daunting. Both of them, I would probably totally happy with, but… then the other would be upset. And then… yeah."
Kevin nodded.
"Well… when your with either of them, which one do you feel like you can tell anything to?" I thougth for a second.
"Joe, I guess. I always felt like I could trust him with stuff." Kevin nodded again.
"Which one do you always want to hold your hand?" I gave him a confused look.
"…Well…. I guess… Nick." I said quietly.
"Lilly… you know what that means, right?"
