Miley's POV:

Oliver and I got into school just as the bell for lunch rung, 12:20 – twenty minutes late, but that had been because my dad had to stay with Lily and call for a ride. So before we could run off to lunch with everyone else, Oliver and I had to check in with the nurse, who my dad had called this morning before we left for the hospital.

"Good morning Miley," the nurse smiled as she spoke with her southern drawl. She too had moved here from the south. "Good morning Oliver, what can I do for ya'll?"

I shoved Oliver forward, "We were called in late by Mr. Stewart this morning." Oliver told her with a smile, "We just need to check back into school."

The nurse nodded, and placed a brown clipboard in front of us so that we could sign our names. "And how is Lily?" She asked. I looked at Oliver in surprise, "She still in the hospital?" I nodded, unable to say anything else, though Oliver didn't seem to be in the same situation.

"For about another week or two," he nodded. "They've got to pump some antibiotics into her."

The nurse smiled and took the clipboard from where she had placed it, after we'd signed our names. "What happened to her?" She asked curiously, and because Oliver didn't know the answer, both he and the nurse turned to me.

I shrugged my shoulders, and looked at one of the posters on the farthest wall. Even though, I knew exactly what happened that night, I was sure I didn't know all of the details that my dad did. "Lily has a weak immune system," I told them. "She caught the cold, and ta-da, she landed in the hospital."

"Oh the poor dear," The nurse smiled sadly, and wrote a pass for Oliver and I, now that lunch had ended. Then she looked up at us with searching eyes, "Are you two okay?"

I shrugged, and looked at the farthest poster again to avoid the question. And so when Oliver noticed this, he gripped my shoulder with his hand, and smiled at the nurse, "We're dealing." Oliver told her, getting the pass from the nurse – who gave one last wave as we walked out of the door.

"Alright," Oliver sighed once we'd walked through the doors and into the empty hallway, as the bell rung again. I looked at the pass in his hand and we walked through the halls in the art wing. "It looks like we've got some catching up to do in Theatre if we're going to put a good show on for Lily." I nodded, and Oliver stopped me with both his hands on my shoulders before we walked through the door for theatre class. "Are you going to be alright Miley?"

I nodded and took a deep breath before I came up with an answer for Oliver, "I'm fine." I told him truthfully. "It's just hard seeing Lily attached to all of those machines."

"I know it's hard sometimes," Oliver told me, moving my head with his hand so that I was looking up at him instead of at the ground, "But look how much better Lily was today."

I raised an eyebrow and tried to compare the difference, but to me Lily looked the same – sick. "I guess your right," I told Oliver. Because I definitely believed him, I trusted Oliver to tell me the truth. "Now we've got to put on a great show for her," I smiled slightly and thanked Oliver for the encouragement, and together we walked into the classroom.

"Miley, Oliver," the teacher, Ms. Lunos, smiled at us as we walked in. Oliver handed her the yellow pass we'd gotten from the nurse, "Thank you. We're continuing to learn our lines if you two want to get together and practice."

Oliver and I nodded and took our seats together at the very corner of the room so that no one would be able to bother us. For a while we went over our lines, though we knew that we'd already memorized those ages ago. And then the conversation drifted off subject again.

"Do you think we can get a ride to the hospital this afternoon?" Oliver asked me after we'd both been silent and had started listening to everyone else learn their lines. "I'd get my mom or dad to, but they're both working until late tonight."

I nodded, considering what I was going to do, and thought back to what my dad and I had been talking about over the past few days. "I have a Hannah Montana appearance to make tonight," I whispered back, making sure that no one around me could hear what I was saying, "I could rearrange that if you want."

Oliver shook his head, and leaned forward so that he was closer to me, "I wouldn't want to disappoint any of those Hannah Montana fans."

"Will you join me Owen?" I asked even quieter, now that the room had started to make less noise. Oliver nodded, and for a short while when all was quiet, we went back to our lines and making sure we knew what queues each of us had. "Alright," I announced, putting down my script and leaning back in the chair. "I think I've got this down."