Lily held out her pinkie finger on the closest hand to me, "You have to pinkie promise." She told me, nodding her head towards her pinkie which I had yet to shake. I held up mine and linked it with Lily's, she finally smiled, "I trust you Mr. S."

"Good," I smiled, taking my hand back, "You should."

Lily laughed weakly, and lay down in her bed completely once again. "When are we moving in?" She whispered almost so that I could barely hear her. "Does Miley know yet?"

I shook my head at the second question, and never considered when I would. "Your mom and dad are going to move in as soon as possible," I added, catching Lily's attention so that she was now looking at me again. "And we'll all pick you up next Sunday when you're released from the hospital."

"Wait," Lily perked up a little bit. "I'm getting released on Sunday?" I nodded, "Ah, freedom at last!"

I laughed, Lily was so happy at that point that she'd basically forgotten about her problems. "You just have to wait one more week."

Lily stopped, and smirked at me. "Way to ruin the moment Mr. Stewart," she told me with another half a smile. I sat down on the closest chair and smirked back. "Just think, another week of doctors, nurses and stupid visiting hours, and then I'm done!" Lily paused, "Are my mom and dad coming today?"

I shook my head, "They're sending Blake to San Francisco with your Aunt Katherine for the summer," I explained, and Lily's eyes widened. "The flights tonight and they've got to get everything packed."

"I won't get to say good bye to Blake?" Lily asked loudly. "She'll be gone the whole summer, and I can't say goodbye?"

"You can write a letter," I suggested, trying my best to keep Lily calm and to explain, "Blake just, she doesn't know much about the situation."

"Alright," Lily said sourly – she was going through a lot of mood changes this afternoon. "Then when do I get to see my parents?"

"Tomorrow," I told Lily, her arms were still crossed and her eyes were narrowed. "Around 12 o'clock, and they promise to be here this time."

Lily nodded her head and said nothing else. Instead she took her hard cover biology book, and opened it to the chapter questions, which was part of the homework Miley and Oliver had brought over. Lily looked up at me once, but it was only for a second before she looked down again. I sighed, not knowing what else to do, and took my iPod out of my pocket. Before realizing it, I was humming along – which is when I got another death glare from Lily.

"It's too quiet in here," I announced, taking my earphones out of my ears. "I can't work with quiet; I guess I'm just used to living with Miley and Jackson." Lily laughed slightly, not bothering to look up at the paper she was writing vigorously on. "You know," I started again; "You're a lot more quiet than usual."

Lily shrugged, and stopped writing but didn't look up. "I can be quiet when I want to," she smiled. "It's usually the sugar that does it."

I laughed, turning my iPod off completely and taking the open book from Lily's lap placing it on the table. "So," I tried getting Lily's attention – which was still directed towards the sheets she was buried under. "What do you want to do for the rest of the day?"

Lily shrugged again, looking up for the first time since we started talking. "I should probably catch up on my homework," Lily smiled, and took the book back from where I put it on the table. She opened it to the page she was on before, and started reading. "I don't want to be behind."

"Alright," I laughed, and got up slightly from my seat. "I think I'm going to get some lunch from the cafeteria, do you want anything?" Lily shook her head, "Alright, I'll be back with your slice of pizza."

Lily laughed, "Did I say yes?" She asked, looking up at me again. I lied, nodding my head, "Okay then, pizza will be nice."

Miley's POV:

After the hospital, Oliver, Mr. Oken and I got back into the car and we drove off in the opposite direction of their house. At first Oliver was confused, and then he seemed to understand – but it left me in the dust.

"Where are we going Mr. Oken?" I asked the moment we turned into an Apple Bee's parking lot.

Mr. Oken turned around to face me and Oliver in the backseat of the car, "I figured you two might need some lunch," he told us. "So why don't we all get out and have a little fun."

Oliver and I looked at each other and got out of the car simultaneously. "Thanks dad," Oliver said when we walked into pace with Mr. Oken. "This is really nice of you."

"Yeah," Oliver's dad put his arm around Oliver's shoulders. "Well, I thought you two needed something like this."

"Thanks," I repeated giving Mr. Oken a smile, "For everything."
Mr. Oken nodded, and gave me a smile back. We all entered the restaurant and while waiting for a table we told jokes – stupid ones, but jokes regardless. By the time we were seated, and our drink orders were placed, we were all in hysterics, which was nice, because it was always so hard seeing Lily in the hospital.

"Alright," Oliver laughed, recovering from the joke his dad just told. "I've got one," Mr. Oken and I nodded, waiting for the joke. "So this man walks into a bakery, and the guy at the counter asks the man if he wants white or rye bread," Oliver laughs. "And the man goes, sorry I left my bike outside."

Mr. Oken and I looked at each other in question, this joke was nor funny or made any sense, but Oliver seemed to think it was the most hilarious thing in the world. You really couldn't help but laugh at the way Oliver was in hysterics again. (A/N the "sorry I left my bike outside," line is a huge family joke. My aunt told the joke at thanksgiving dinner and now when you don't want to answer the question/don't know the answer, my family always says "sorry, I left my bike outside.)

"So," Mr. Oken cleared his throat and wiped the tears from his eyes. "What are you guys going to eat for lunch?"

Oliver shook his head, clearing his throat as well. But he just couldn't seem to stop laughing. So I cut in, "I think I'll have the bacon cheese burger," I said, pointing to the meal in the menu. "Or should I have the grilled cheese?"

"I would go with grilled cheese," Mr. Oken nodded, looking at his own menu, "Definitely. I read that you should stay away from a lot of red meat."

"Alright," I agreed – somehow, I had read that too. I put down my menu, and poked Oliver, how was still holding in his laugh, in the side. "What are you going to have Oliver?"

Oliver glanced at his menu quickly, "I'm going to have the hamburger." He told us, and Mr. Oken and I laughed again. "What?"

"We were just talking about having less red meat," Oliver's dad explained to Oliver, who hadn't listened to our conversation before. "But you can have a hamburger if you want."

"I'll have the hamburger," Oliver said again. His dad shrugged, and when we all decided what to get, he asked for the waiter to come back, and when our waiter did, he brought our drinks with him. And then our orders were placed quickly, and then we had some more time to wait. But things had started to calm down, and we were no longer telling jokes.

"How's school you two?" Mr. Oken asked, breaking the ice. Oliver and I shrugged, "And the play? You worked on it all day yesterday and this morning, is that going well?"

I nodded, and Oliver did the same. "We're trying really hard to have it go right," Oliver told his dad, while at the same time, turning his napkin into a smaller square. "We don't want a rerun of Romeo and Juliet, now do we?"

I laughed and shook my head, "but this time it's better." I added, "It's not as hard – Oliver and I can have so much fun with these parts, and we have."

Oliver's dad smiled, "I'm glad." He told us taking a sip from his drink. "Everyone can't wait to see it. From what I've heard Lily's been getting your dad to make sure the hospital staff will let her out on Wednesday, even though she's been told three times already."

"Lily always likes to make sure," Oliver laughed, I nodded my head, and we were all silent. Just mentioning Lily could make the situation a little sadder, because it meant that Lily was still in the hospital and not free to hang out whenever I called her, or to pass notes to at school. "We'll see her on Wednesday," Oliver whispered to me, noticing my sudden change. "Lily's fine, I'm sure she is. And when she gets out of the hospital it will be like she wasn't even there in the first place." I nodded my head, looking Oliver in the eye and giving him a slight smile. He was always there to brighten up the day, no matter what happened. There were moments in the past where I could remember Oliver comforting me, like the first time I was in time out in kindergarten because I pinched Amber, or when my favourite dress got covered in chocolate during snack time. Oliver was there beside me for a week after my mom died and I refused to go to school, he even brought me my favourite gummy bears to help cheer me up. And now, Oliver was there again, and it was helping.

"Thanks," I whispered back, "You're a great friend."