"Alright," Oliver and I looked up at his dad, "The foods coming out way," he smiled; we both turned our heads in time for the waiter to hand us our food. Oliver and I took one last smile at each other and turned to our food.

"Cheers," Oliver said, holding up his glass with one hand and waiting for us to do the same. We held ours up, and the glasses clicked together. "Cheers," we all repeated before we dug into our food, remaining silent for the rest of the time.

When we walked out of the restaurant, though, we were laughing again. Mr. Oken had let us have dessert, and Oliver and I had a major sugar rush all the way home, which Mr. Oken probably regretted now that he had a twenty minute car ride home with us. By the time we got back to Oliver's house, my temporary home, the sky was dimming on the beach, and the sugar rush had worn down to the point where all we wanted to do was collapse on the couch – which we did.

"Bed early tonight," Oliver's dad laughed at the sight as he passed the couch on his way to the kitchen. "But it's only four, so get up the both of you."

Oliver and I laughed and sleepily got up from the couch so that we were sitting up instead of lying on top of each other. I groaned a little, and looked around at the large living room, Mr. Oken was holding up a cup of tea for both Oliver and I and placing it on the end of the counter for us to take. I looked at Oliver, but neither of us were about to get up.

"You two are the laziest kids in the world," Mr. Oken laughed, giving in and taking the tea to us on the couch. "Don't spill anything," he advised before he left us alone to get some work down in his office on the other side of the house.

When I got up to get my cup of tea on the coffee table, I looked at Oliver again, "We are lazy," I laughed. Oliver nodded his head lazily, and picked himself up from the couch, taking his cup on the way to the computer behind the couch. "Why are you going on the computer?"

Oliver shrugged, and sat down at the computer, "Just checking my mail." Oliver told me.

"Do you think I could check mine after you?" I asked, turning around on the couch, and facing Oliver. He nodded his head, and I turned back around again and took some sips of my tea.

"Alright," Oliver sighed a few moments later, sitting back down next to me. "You can have the computer now."

I nodded my head, and thanked Oliver before I got off of the couch. I knew I wouldn't have any mail – most of the mail I usually got was from Lily, but I wanted to check in case. When I logged on, surprisingly I had mail. It was from Jackson, asking me how Oliver's house was, and how he and Cooper were hanging with some girls tomorrow on the beach – typical Jackson. Once I'd responded, telling Jackson that I was fine, and that we had gone to see Lily this afternoon, I checked on my Hannah mail.

There were letters from fans, of course, that were telling me how big a fan they were, and how they loved my songs, but there were letters about why I had cancelled some of my shows in San Francisco and San Diego. I replied saying that I had some family problems and that I would soon be singing again.

"Alright," I sang when I had typed my last response. "I'm done with my mail," I logged off and sat back down next to Oliver. I could tell he was thinking about something and I knew it was about Lily. "Are you alright Oliver?" I asked. He nodded, and we sat there in silence for a little while until we were done with our tea.

"So what do you want to do tomorrow?" Oliver asked, clearing his throat. "I'm thinking we should hit the beach."

I nodded my head, "Is it supposed to be a nice day?" Oliver shrugged his shoulders and looked out at the sky. "And if it isn't?"

"We'll go to the movies," Oliver laughed, grabbing the newspaper in front of him and flipping through the pages until he got to the movie times. "What movie do you want to see?"

"I'm thinking Zoom," I laughed, and Oliver looked at me with wide eyes. "What? I like kid movies, they're entertaining."

"What about Step up," Oliver asked, pointing to everything but Zoom. "What about Pirates of the Caribbean?"

I raised my eyebrows and looked at the ad for the movies, "that's out?" I asked loudly, I had suddenly woke up again. "We have to see that, Johnny Depp is in that movie!" Oliver rolled his eyes, I had exaggerated the words Johnny Depp and now I could tell that he regretted showing me. "Kiera Knightly is in it too," I told Oliver with a smile, hoping that that would convince him.

Oliver shrugged again, "I guess we can see that then," Oliver said coolly, looking at the times for the movies so that we could tell his dad all the details. "When did it come out? Should we get the tickets online?"

I shook my head, "I don't think we should get the tickets." I sighed, taking the newspaper from Oliver's hand and looked closely at the ad; the movie had come out three weeks ago. "Nope, we don't have to get the tickets – Pirates of the Caribbean came out ages ago. The movie theatre might even be empty."

"Okay," Oliver told me, getting up from the seat and walking towards his dad's office where his dad was still held up. "I'll be right back; I've got to work it out with the old man."

I nodded, and carefully ripped out the Pirates of the Caribbean ad and tucked it into my pocket. Then I closed the newspaper and placed it back on the table before lying back down on the couch again. It was taking a long time for Oliver to come back from his dad's office, and so I was starting to fall asleep, even if it was only four o'clock Oliver and I had gotten up at five this morning. I don't know why, we had gotten up and walked around the beach for a while before we walked back to the house, and when we got back to the house Oliver's dad had been up and made breakfast. He was going to drive us to the hospital once we were dressed.

"Are you tired Miley?" Oliver startled me as he came back into the room. He moved my legs from the other side of the couch and sat down. "Tomorrow morning we're sleeping until noon; don't wake me up at five again." I nodded my head sleepily, and sat up slowly with my head leaning on the edge of the couch.

"Oliver?" I asked, looking over at him on the other side of the couch. "Do you think we could go sit on the balcony and look at the stars?" Oliver nodded, and helped me up from the couch.

"Are the stars even out yet?" Oliver asked on the way up the stairs.

I shrugged and we walked out onto the balcony, where we sat down again and looked up to find no stars. "We could watch the sunset," I whispered, sleepy taking over once again. "What did your dad say about the movies?"

Oliver looked over at me and nodded his head slightly, "We're on for the movies," he told me in a whisper. "My dad checked the weather, and apparently it's supposed to thunder tomorrow."

"I thought so," I laughed weakly, "I could feel it, Mother Nature knows we have to go see Johnny Depp."