Chapter 29
Michael's POV
How do you tell a girl you like her? How do you give her a hint? I dont know. The ride home with Jackson was super akward. He knows i like his sister. He doesn't want anything to do with her right now, i guess. I don't know what happened, but it pissed him off. He just drove to my house and dropped me off. We didn't talk at all, he just played music. He loves the band White Stripes. He kept blasting Icky Thump. I hate that song, and he knows it. He turned it on and looked at me with a Wolfish smile as if it was torture or something. I didnt care, i just dont like the song. So, i sat there and messed with the hole in my jeans. We pulled into my driveway and he sat there staring at me.
"What?" I asked, he looked at the hole in my pants then to me.
"Why do you like her?" He whispered after he turned down the music.
"I dont know, man. Thats just like me asking you why you like the white stripes." A smile went across Jackson's face.
"Because they are a great band." He snickered a little.
"Well, then she is a great girl." I opened up his car door and slammed it shut. I am tired and i want to sleep. Jackson has become diffrent lately. After that party he hasnt been the same. I think he started cutting, too. I dont know anymore. I went into my house and closed the door. My mom was sitting on the couch with her glasses on reading a report.
"Hey, honey. Dinner is in the microwave." She didnt look up.
"Thanks." I mumbled. "But i'm not hungry." I turned towards the stairs and she finally looked up.
"What's wrong, Michael?" She put down her papers and gazed at me.
"Noth-, its just Jackson." I sighed. She gave me a look of concern and signaled for me to come over. I sat next to her and looked at the hole in my jeans once more.
"Tell me what's wrong, baby." She smiled. It was just like old times.
"Jackson just doesnt care anymore. Like about anything, and then i think he's cutting." She jumped.
"JAckson? Cutting. That boy cries about a bruise, why would he cut?" She asked.
"I dont know, Ma. That is why im thinkin about this. You know? I just.. I just cant do this. I'm going upstairs. I gotta think about things." Standing up, my knees felt weak and jello like. My eyes began to water. I couldnt cry infront of my mom. I ran up the stairs like a little girl and cried in my room. Yes, i cried.
Oliver's POV
"Lily, it's going to be okay, im here with you." She tugged on my arm hiding near a corner in the hospital. I had to convince her to see Miley. Lily was shaked up about her uncle. She was super afraid. I never knew. Noone knew..
"Are you sure?" She asked peering around the wall. I smiled and looked into her eyes.
"Yes, im positive. Come on, it will be fine." I gripped her sweaty hand and pulled her towards Miley's room. I looked in to see she has a room mate. She pulled some strings and got Jake in with her. I dont know why, but she did.
"Hey." I said as i walked in. I yanked Lily's arm and she flew into the room. Miley giggled. Jake just stared.
"Miley, I'm sor-" Lily began to say. Miley smiled and interuppted.
"Its okay Lily. Are you okay?" Miley heard about Lily's uncle. I told her before we came. Jake was silent. He did not even look at lily or me.
"I dont know.." Lily sat in the chair near Miley and stared at one of the paintings on the wall. I sat next to her and grabbed her hand. She jumped a little but then relaxed. She liked this. "Oliver can we get a snack?" I stood up and walked her out.
"Be right back, guys." We were still hand and hand walking out of the room, to the vendie machines. She seemed a little more happier. She was pale though, and jumpy. She started to shake in fear. "Lily, you will be fine." We stopped walking and i put my hand on her shoulder. "I promise." She looked at me with tears in her eyes.
"Are you sure?" I nodded and smiled. I leaned in to give her a peck on the cheek, but i couldnt help myself. My lips grazed her gently glossed lips. I turned my head and gently kissed her. Oddly enough, she kissed back.
