A/N: Thanks for reviewing!

Disclaimer: Once upon a time there was this girl by the name of chicagonebananas who didn't own a single thing other then Adam, Trevor, and the plot.

Oliver scratched his head in confusion. "And?" he asked again.

The social worker looked him for a few seconds. "I have your son in my car right now."

"You know, I wonder what Oliver's been up to?" Miley asked as she helped Lilly unpack and set up her room. Adam was across the hall rooming with Jake and Trevor. This apartment came with rules and those rules would be followed by everyone.

"I know." Lilly replied. "I sort of lost touch with him shortly after college started."

"Yeah, same here." Miley replied. "He's still probably in New York." She laughed.

"Yeah, I know!" Lilly answered.

The two went on unpacking for a while in silence. "Lilly, can I ask you something?" Miley asked.

"Anything." Lilly replied as she put a few shirts into the dresser that she and Miley were sharing.

"Why Adam?"

Lilly stopped for a second or two. "That's like asking why the grass is green!" She answered. "I don't know. We just have a lot in common like we both skate but we also have similar music interests."

Miley nodded. "So, how did you two meet?"

"That's actually a funny story." Lilly started. "You see, I was late for class on the first day so I'm on my skate board and I'm going really fast and then I ran him over..." She finished.

"You ran him over!?" Miley asked in shock.

"Well not, ran him over ran him over, more like I ran strait into his back." Lilly said while hitting the palm of her hand with her fist. "He helped me up and we just sort of started talking and before I knew it we were friends and then we were getting paired up for projects then we started dating!" She exclaimed happily. "Why did you pick Trevor?"

"Well, he's smart, caring, loves me, loves Hannah, which he knows about by the way, and he just sort of showed me the ropes of college being a senior when I was just a freshmen." Miley answered.

Lilly nodded and returned to her unpacking.

Oliver ran a hand over his eyes. Either he was still asleep and dreaming or this hang over was getting the best of him. "What?" He asked..

"Your son." She replied.

"How can I have a son?" He asked her.

She gave him a look of 'keep with the program buddy.' "It was his mother's wish that he would go live with his dad."

"Who was his mother?"

"That information I cannot give to you. It's complicated." She replied.

Oliver rubbed his head again as the sound of the ocean filling it. "Shall I bring him?" The social worker asked.

"Uh...Yeah...Just give me a second to get ready." He replied. The social worker nodded and went around front to her van to get Oliver's son while Oliver scurried around his home throwing away empty cans and trash and changing into a clean pair of clothes. He found a pair of jeans and quickly pulled them on and pulled on a light blue plaid button up shirt over his white undershirt and left the buttons undone. He quickly ran a comb through his shaggy brown hair and went to the front door just as the Social Worker returned. He opened it to let her in.

"This is Kyle." She introduced a young boy, who was clutching a teddy bear and wearing a red backpack. "Can you say hi Kyle?" She asked him.

Kyle didn't say anything. He just stared at his "father" fear in his hazel eyes.

"Hey there little guy." Oliver said to him coming down to the kids eye level. Kyle stared at him again not moving, not blinking, not talking.

Oliver stood up again. "Uh...how old is he?" He asked Mrs. Sandras.

"He's only four." She replied.

Oliver nodded. It would be so much easier to think clearly if he didn't have the tail end of a hang over. "Here's a list of his favorites." The social worker said while handing Oliver a folded piece of paper. "We'll be back in eight months to see if everything is working out." She left the house leaving Oliver in silence with this small child who didn't talk at all.

"So, Kyle," He started. Kyle had turned around and was looking out the window as the blue mini van that had brought him drove off. "It says here that you like apple juice." Kyle turned and looked him. He blinked and turned his attention back to the window.

"This isn't going to be easy." Oliver thought to himself.

"Cheese...Cheese...Cheese..." Lilly thought out loud as she walked around the market looking for cheese. She turned down and aisle and saw someone who was familiar.

"Oh my gosh Oliver!" She exclaimed.

Oliver stopped and turned around to see Lilly. "I'm sorry, but do I know you?" He asked.

"It's me! Lilly Truscott!" She exclaimed.

"Lilly!" He returned. "It's been a while."

"I know!" She replied. She noticed his cart. "Man, you must have a lot of roommates to be buying THAT much food!" She said.

"What!? A man can like juice boxes if he wants to like juice boxes!" Oliver returned defensively.

"I didn't say anything about the juice boxes." She replied.

"Er...yeah I knew that." Oliver answered slightly embarrassed and started to walk off.

"Oh! Wait before you go,"

"Wait!" Miley asked in shock. "Who did you see?"

"Oliver!" She exclaimed as she and Miley put away the grocery's.

"So you just randomly ran into him at the store." Miley said. "Well at least we know that he's in Malibu."

"Who's in Malibu?" Jake asked as he entered the kitchen.

"Oliver!" Miley answered happily.

"Oh and that's not the best part!" Lilly exclaimed as the doorbell rang.

A/N: Cliffy again! Please review!