:D Hello. oh...just for the record...a lot of important stuff happens this chapter.
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And when the coyotes they sing at the park,
Till the city lights starts falling
Ride them rodes they winding down till the flame hits the ground
Every motion is closer to touching the coyotes,
Sing when they call in the middle of it.
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"Lillian."
"Oliver, what is it now?" Lilly demanded, not even having to turn around to know it was him. She felt pretty lucky she was the only one outside at the moment.
"I need to talk to you," He whispered.
It took a second of comprehension before Lilly spun around to face him, but by then, he was gone.
She sighed and returned to what she was doing.
"Lilly!"
She looked up immediately at the sound of her name being called again, but was disappointed and rather embarrassed to find it was only Lucas.
"Yeah?" She said, hopping out of the truckbed.
"We ready?"
She glanced back at the truck, putting Oliver out of her mind if not for just a moment. "Tied down the tackle box and the rods. I think we're good."
Lucas gave her a look. "How old are those bungee cords?" He asked suspiciously.
She smirked. "Oh, they were my great grandfather's. But don't worry, they'll hold up just fine..." She glanced at him and went around to the front of the truck. "As long as they're not being used."
"Ha ha, very funny," Lucas told her. "I can't afford to lose those rods. They're my dad's best ones."
"Don't worry about it," She scolded him. "You worry too much. And besides, they're not my expensive rods. If something happens it's still your fault."
Just then there was a whole lot of yelling from by the gas station. "Lucas, get over here! We need some money!"
"Uh, Lilly?"
She quickly gave Lucas a look. "Go ahead."
He grinned apologetically at her, then began to jog to the gas station. "Coming! Hold on!"
She rolled her eyes in exasperation and leaned up against the truck to wait for Lucas.
"You know, Oliver, it would be a lot more helpful if you would just talk to me," She said, acknowledging the breath on the back of her neck.
When he didn't speak she sighed and checked the rods again.
"Hey Lils, do you think you could stay in the back?"
Lilly looked up to see Lucas returning.
"Yeah, sure. Why? Your passenger seat too clean for me?" She asked playfully.
He shook his head, "Uh, you don't get it. Not the rear seats. I need you to stay in the bed with the stuff."
She gave him a look. "Why do you not believe me when I tell you those cords will hold up fine?"
"Those rods were expensive! Please? It's a ten minute drive, and no one will see us. My dad will seriously decapitate me if something happens to them!"
She soon found herself feeling almost the same with Lucas as she was whenever she was with Miley, but sighed and complied anyway. "Fine, but you owe me."
He grinned and kissed her. "Will that do?" He asked.
She suddenly remembered how good of a kisser Lucas Matthews was.
"Maybe just a little."
After a few minutes Lucas's brother and his friend came out of the gas station with grins and multiple packs of Marlboro.
"You two owe me," Lucas said, pointing fingers at both of them. "With tax."
His brother raised his hands. "Hey, not complaining. Is the lighter in the glovebox?"
"You can check."
Lilly blinked and looked at him curiously. "This is your truck, isn't it?" She asked.
"Well, yeah, but my brother uses it way too often for there not to be a lighter in it."
She gave him another look. "I'm not sure I believe you, but," She sighed theatrically. "It's your life, not mine."
Lucas blinked. "I don't! I swear!" He told her, almost panicked. She laughed and rolled her eyes.
"All right, all right, fine. I believe you," She said, though she thought otherwise.
"So are we ready?"
"Yep, we can leave for real now."
"Good. We have to hurry though, if we want any luck today."
"I agree."
He glanced at her as he moved around to the driver's side. "Will you be fine back there?" He asked, blinking.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry about it. If necessary I'll make use of those extra bungee cords."
He laughed and opened the door. "Good."
She closed the truckbed door and hopped over the side.
Lucas rolled down the window and called, "We ready?" Just as his brother climbed into the backseat.
Lilly gave a thumbs up and a gigantic grin, and they were off.
"Lillian."
"Well, welcome back. Wanted to talk?" She had to raise her voice to even hear herself over the wind, but she looked up from where she was sitting facing the rear and grinned much like Oliver would do but was not doing at the time.
He glared at her. "Stand up."
"Why?! They'll think I'm insane!"
"Too late." He gave a small smirk.
She rolled her eyes and stood up.
Almost immediately she heard Lucas. "Lils, what you doing?!" His voice was raised to a shout as he called out the open window.
"Just stretching," She yelled back.
"Well, stay out of the way of my mirror! No offense, but I can't see through you!"
She grinned good-naturedly. "Sure thing," She called back.
"So, what's up with you?" She asked Oliver with a smirk after moving to one side of the truck.
"I need to talk to you," He told her. Although she had to raise her voice just enough to hear herself without Lucas questioning her, he could speak as quietly as possible and she could hear it just as if he was screaming it into her ear.
"Well, yeah, I established that."
"Are you mad at me?" He asked quietly.
She blinked. "Well, no, but you were acting pretty stupid yesterday."
"You should be mad at me."
"But I'm not."
"But you should be."
"So you want me to be mad at you?"
"I deserve it."
She shook her head. "You do not."
"Lilly," He said.
"You don't."
"Lilly."
"I already said that you don't deserve it."
"Lilly!"
He raised his voice this time. She blinked, and it was silent for a few seconds.
"I was at a party," He said.
"Oliver, what are you talking about..."
"I was at a party, and I got into a fight," He elaborated softly.
She stared at him. "That's..."
"I died." He said blankly.
"How do you die from a fight?" She demanded. She hoped she wasn't the only one who was getting panicked.
"When there's a gun involved."
She stared at him, then to the wound in his chest. "That's..."
"He shot me, Lilly," He whispered.
"What were you fighting over?!" She asked him roughly, stepping forward to the point where she was only a few inches away from him.
"A girl."
"That's such a stupid thing to fight over," She said, her voice rising, shaking her head.
"You're angry now."
"The hell I am! You died over a girl?!"
He moved around so that he was facing the rear and she was nearly backed up to the truckbed door.
"Not just any girl," He whispered.
"'Not just any girl,'" She repeated, staring at him angrily. "So this girl was special, huh?"
"Yes."
She couldn't help but notice the almost...upset and guilty look on his face.
"It was a fight over you."
Silence.
She stared numbly at him. "What?" She was getting dizzy again. She could feel it.
"He killed me," He murmured.
"Who killed you?" Lilly demanded angrily, her voice rising with panic.
"Lucas Matthews."
Silence again.
"He killed me, Lilly," He said softly. "He did this to me."
"No he didn't," She said with a shake of her head, her face pale. She stared up at him, her eyes wide, as if questioning him.
"It was a fight over me, Oliver. If it was a fight over me, then..."
Three things happened at once.
The door flew open behind her.
The ringing in her ears became incredibly loud.
And Lilly suddenly experienced syncope, much to the deception of Oliver's barely startled expression.
Her body fell out of the truck and tumbled onto the ground violently.