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Chapter 12: Thank You
"First of all, are y'all aware that you slept together last night?" I spit out my smoothie and Oliver turned bright red. Miley was just cracking up. "I mean, I know we've had sleepovers before, but it's never been just the two of you…and you're in one bed." she laughed.
"Miley, we did not sleep 'together' we just slept next to each other." I said, trying to clear things up.
"Right…Next question. I saw you two dancing, and y'all looked pretty good together, let me just say that."
"Miley," Oliver laughed and shook his head.
"Let me finish! Third, I came in here today and you guys smiled at each other, like you were in love or something."
I was blushing like mad. "Miley, you're crazy."
Oliver agreed. "Yeah, we aren't in love."
"So what, are you guys trying to tell me you're 'just friends'?"
Oliver and I looked at each other. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say that I wanted to be more than friends, but I didn't want him to know that incase he didn't feel the same way. I bit my lip.
"Um…I guess." I said, and Oliver nodded.
"Yeah, we're just…friends." he clarified. Guess he really didn't like me then.
Miley was disappointed. "Are you sure?" We both nodded. Miley sighed. "Ok then…"
I was really disappointed. I thought I had a little bit of a chance with Oliver, since he did say I was perfect. But I guess not. He agreed to being just friends. This sucks. It really brought me down. But he did care about me a lot. And I guess that's good. I just wish it was more. Maybe someday it could be, but for now it's obvious he just wants to keep things the way they are.
"Hey there, Lilly." Mr. Stewart came into the room.
"Hi, Mr. Stewart."
"I'm glad to see your eating again. I knew something was wrong when you didn't eat my spaghetti and meatballs." he said, making me laugh. "Anyway, I'm glad you're gonna be alright. But Miley here is still grounded, so we gotta get going."
"Awe, Daddy!"
"Sorry, Miles. You got homework to do too, don't ya?"
"Yeah but-"
"No buts. Say good-bye to Lilly and let's go."
"Fine," Miley gave in. "Bye, Lilly!" she hugged me one last time. "Are you coming to school tomorrow?"
"I'm not sure yet."
"Alright," she said. "Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Oliver." Miley waved to us and was out the door.
"So what time do you get out of here?" Oliver asked, sitting next to me.
"Sometime tonight. Unless the doctor tells me otherwise."
"I'm guessing you didn't do your homework either?" he smiled.
"You're guessing right." I laughed.
The same doctor as before came in the room just then. "Hey, Lilly. How are you feeling?"
"Better," I told her.
"You know what you did was extremely dangerous." she checked my breathing machine thing again.
"I know, I know."
"And did you know that by not eating, your metabolism slows down, making it harder to lose weight." she said, checking something off on her clip board.
I sighed. "Yeah…"
"Just as long as you know. Never do that again, Ok?" she asked and I nodded. "And you, Boy, what's your name?"
"Me?" Oliver pointed to himself. "I'm Oliver."
"Well, Oliver, you are a very good friend, and you did the right thing."
"Thanks," he smiled.
"He's my hero," I laughed.
"Anyway, Lilly, you can be released now."
"Really? Sweet!"
"Yeah, sweet, so uh, I'll just get this machine out of your way and you'll be good to go."
"Thanks, doctor."
"Don't thank me," she said. "Thank Oliver here."
"Thank-you, Oliver." I thanked him sincerely.
He shrugged. "It was nothing."
"Ok, you're free to go." the doctor said, opening a wheel chair. "Take it easy, and eat, Ok?"
I laughed, getting into the wheelchair. "I will, no worries." Oliver grabbed the handles and wheeled me into the waiting room where my parents were.
"Ready to go?" my dad asked, and I nodded. I still don't understand why everyone has to leave the hospital in a wheel chair. I mean, I still had my legs, but whatever.
"And Oliver," my mom said, coming towards him. "Thank-you so much for taking care of Lilly. If you ever need anything, you know where we live." he laughed and she hugged and kissed him.
The car ride home was pretty silent, except for the radio. Miley's, I mean Hannah's, newest song 'If We Were a Movie' was playing. That's my favorite song of hers. I glanced at Oliver, who was staring blankly out the window. He looked kind of confused, but that wasn't anything new for Oliver.
We pulled into our driveway and everyone got out of the car. "Thanks for the ride, Mr. T." Oliver said, walking towards his house.
"Oh wait, Oliver!" my mom said. "What time will your parents be home?"
"Sometime tonight." he shrugged.
"Why don't you stay with us until they get home? We're so grateful for what you've done, and I wouldn't want you staying all alone."
"Oh it's fine, I have homework anyway."
"Nonsense, just bring it over."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I insist."
"Alright, thanks. I'll be right over." I watched him walk into his house. I completely forgot he was still in his bathing suit. Before he came back, I changed into sweats and a t-shirt. He returned five minutes later in different clothes and with his backpack.