Later that day, Oliver had gone home, and Lily had decided to stay the rest of the day. We got approval to go for a walk on the beach. For a while we said nothing, but I couldn't stand it anymore and began to ask questions. "Lily, how long?"

"Miley, to tell you the truth, it's been about a year. I just can't stop," Lily confessed. "What about you?"

"I've only been doing it for about a week. It is already starting to get to me," I told her.

"Yeah, that's what happened to me. Remember when I was out of school for about a week?" Lily asked.

"Yeah."

"I was doing the same thing your doing. I think I even played the same stunts as you," Lily laughed, but soon stopped knowing this was no laughing matter.

"What do we do?" I asked, sitting down on the sand.

"I have no idea. I mean, think how disappointed our parents will be if they find out. I don't thing they'd ever trust us again," Lily replied, sitting down beside me.

"I know. But can we talk about something else for a while. I mean, this is all we have been talking about all day long!" I said.

"Okay, let's talk about Oliver. You know, he was in the bathroom every time you got sick," Lily pointed out.

"You're right. I think he really does care about me," I said, pulling my knees to my chest.

"And, what did yall do last night?" She asked.

"I really don't know. I couldn't tell. The only thing I remember was... oh gosh. I think we..."

"No! Get out!" Lily screamed.

"No really, I think it's true!" I sighed and stood up.

"Where are you going?" Lily asked, getting up.

"I don't feel good. Let's go back to my house," I lied. I just couldn't talk about that anymore.

"Miley, you know you really could get pregnant. You might even already be. I would keep an eye on that is I were you," Lily said. We walked back into my house and sat on the couch. I looked around to see if we were alone.

"Do you really think so?"

"Yeah, that's how my 25 year old brother came around. Miley, it happens. I just didn't think it would happen to you. You really need to be more careful about that. You could really hurt yourself," Lily said.

"Lily I don't... one sec." I went into the bathroom and came out momentarily. "Ok, anyways. I don't think I'm pregnant. I mean maybe I just dreamed that's what happened."

"Well there's only one way to find out," Lily chimed as she waved her cell in front of my face.

"Lily, no! I really don't want to do that! Can we just drop the subject?"

"Okay, but don't think I won't bring it up later," she teased as she put her cell away.

At school on Monday-

I leaned my head up against Oliver's locker, waiting for him to show up. I then saw Lily come around the corner. "Hey Miley!"

"Lily, could you meet me at my locker? I need to talk to Oliver," I asked.

"Sure, no problem," Lily agreed and walked away. Just then, I saw Oliver come around the corner. Here we go.

"Hey Miley, what's up?" Oliver asked.

"Not much, I just need to ask you something."

"Okay..."

"Um, well... how about after school actually," I offered.

"Okay, whatever works for you." The bell rang and Oliver and I went to first period.

Lunch

Lily and I sat at the table. Oliver had gone to get his tray. One or the other was always with me to keep an eye on me. Once I was cured, we would work on Lily. Lily began to nibble on her food as Oliver came over.

I had my head on the table. I hadn't been feeling good ever since this weekend. I'm actually beginning to wonder if Lily is right. Oliver sat beside me and put his hand on my forehead. "Miley, are you feeling okay? You look sick."

"No, I don't feel good. I've been feeling this way since this weekend. I don't know what's wrong," I said. I did know what was wrong. I just felt so weird saying it. How would I tell my dad? Or Lily? And even harder, Oliver.