I don't remember how long it's been since Oliver told me Miley was pregnant. Awhile. Months. Long enough for Caelyn's 1st birthday to be coming around the corner. Long enough for me to be spending ghastly, long hours working at Sweet & Sassy. The point is, I haven't talked to her since then. She's been in therapy almost 24/7. Yeah, therapy…She went and told Jake the news...and then he punched her. Her stomach. He killed the baby, and pretty much everything in her life. Then the little douche bag...raped her. I don't fucking know what kind of nerve that kid has. Bastard. She's in a bunch of groups like "teens out of abusive relationships" or "dealing with unborn children". When she's not doing that, she's in private therapy sessions. Jake really ruined the poor girls' life. But no, Miley didn't tell me all of this. I learned it from magazines. Now Miley's becoming as much of a star as Hannah. Except, instead of saying "I love her music!" after hearing her name, you say "Aw, that poor girl. Jake Ryan is such a douche." Jake is surfaced to jail time. They canceled his show. He can't go out in public without everyone shouting at him. Every girl who was once in love with him hates him so much. I wouldn't know, though. I'm just like a random person, briefly reading about her in magazines like we've had no history whatsoever. I've been on the news to talk about her, but it just seemed like I was blamed for everything because I didn't tell her Jake was cheating. The newscasters would shout at me, asking me why I hadn't talked to Miley since our fight. She's really stopped talking to everyone now. She doesn't even talk to Oliver anymore. So that's it. I've lost my best friend.

Since Oliver and I have opposite schedules so we can both take care of Caelyn, we hardly ever get to see each other. Only at night, once Cae is asleep and we're both tired as hell. Fabulous.

"I've missed you, Lilly-Pop."

"Aw, I've missed you, too, Ollie-Pop."

He kisses me and grins, "I love you."

I giggle for a second, "Love you, too. Hmm…did you know the homecoming dance is tonight?"

"Yeah," he sighs, "those are always shitty anyway..."

"You never know. It could've been the best night of our lives."

"So? It still can be. Wanna dance?"

I smile, "What?"

"Let's dance," he takes my hand and pulls me up.

"No music?"

"Why would we need music?" he tightens his grip around my waist, and I pull him closer.

I tease his lips with mine, before actually kissing him.

"Baby, I love you." Ollie says.

I tighten my hands around his neck and kiss him again, letting my tongue slip into his mouth.

Our tongue's fight for a bit and I smile at him.

"And to think some losers are spending their night at homecoming. We win."

He smiles, but then his smile disappears, "I wonder what Miley's doing right now," he says quietly.

I sigh, "I hate Jake. I hate him so much. He ruined everything."

"It feels so weird, not being able to talk to Miley."

"We should visit her."

"Isn't she always at that therapy thing?" he lifts one of his hands off my waist to scratch his head, confused.

"Can't we go there? Talk to her?"

"Really, what are we going to say? I don't even know her anymore…"

"Let's just wing it. Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow." Oliver murmurs.

We keep on dancing, occasionally kissing. He runs his hands down my body, stopping to tickle me.

"Oliver!" I laugh uncontrollably, "S-stop it!"

He grins and tickles me more. So I knee him in the balls. Ha.

"Oww!" he falls to the ground, dragging me down with him.

I laugh and wrap my arms around his neck, forcing myself on top of him to kiss him a couple times.

I hug Ollie for a minute, forcefully, not wanting to let go. I giggle loudly for no apparent reason, waking Caelyn up. She starts screaming and I roll my eyes.

"Come on," Oliver takes my hand and takes me into Cae's room.

"Hi honey!" Me and Oliver say in union. I grin at him and then at her. She's so beautiful. He's so hot.

"Does Mommy need to change your diaper?"

"Monny!" she screams.

"Ollie-Pop! Ollie-Pop! She said her first word!" I squeal and hug him.

"Aw! Lils! She's my little Caelyn-Pop."

I hug her tightly, grinning widely.

"Omigod! That's like...like the first milestone of a baby's life! And when she's older she'll tell everyone about how her first word was Mommy...well Monny...but it's implied to be Mommy. Anyways then she'll go off on a long story about how much she loves her mom!"

"How do you know Monny is supposed to be Mommy?"

"Somebody's jealous because Caelyn loves me betterrrrr!" I sing.

"Sure, babe. Why not?"

I grin and hug him.

"Lilly...are you crying?"

"Psh...no. I'm just...well!"

He hugs me even tighter, "You're adorable."

"Obviously." I wipe my eyes and smile at the same time.

"Only seventeen more years of this."

I laugh, "Isn't that exciting? Like, we have eighteen years to raise her and her whole life she's gonna be doing new things!"

"And you're gonna cry?"

"Well duh!"

"I love doing this parenting thing with you."

"Really?" I grin, "Me too."

"Lils?"

"Hmm?" I whisper as Oliver strokes my hair.

"You. Complete. Me."

Yay for cheesy lines :) Next chap. will be up sooner, promise!