Mr. Stewart went silent, and I immediately shut up, I didn't have the breath to talk again. "Do you want to back inside?" Miley's dad asked me after a while, I nodded and we headed towards the arena.

When we were about half way through the parking lot, we were surprised to find Jackson, Miley and Oliver standing there waiting for us. They all came into step with Mr. Stewart and I but followed our lead when it came to being quiet; they knew we were quiet for a reason.

Once we were in the arena, Miley, or Hannah, hardly had time to talk before she was whisked away by the stage manager. I shrugged, and looked around at the arena, now more decorated since Mr. Stewart and I went out to the beach, and looking close to done. I started to move towards the seats in the front row, not realizing that Oliver, who was standing next to me when we entered, would follow. I looked behind me at the last minute before I sat down and gave him a slight smile, also noticing that Mr. Stewart and Jackson were gone as well.

"How was your day?" Oliver asked once we were settled. I shrugged and said nothing; I was still kind of out of breath and a little cold. "Do you want me to get you a blanket?" Oliver asked, trying again. I nodded, not noticing that it was obvious that I was shivering.

For a brief moment Oliver went away and then came back with a huge blanket that I would recognize in an instant as the one from Miley's dressing room. "Thank you," I whispered when he put it over me, welcoming the heat and finally calming down from shivering. I turned to Oliver, who was sitting next to me and brought my knees up to my chest underneath the blanket. "How was school?"

Oliver shrugged, "It was okay." He told me, "We've got a lot of homework to get finished, but at least tomorrow's Friday." I laughed and nodded my head. "Are you coming to school tomorrow?"

I thought about it, and was about to say yes before I realized that Mr. Stewart had said I had chemo tomorrow during school hours. "I can't," I told Oliver with a cough. "Next week though, I promise."

Oliver nodded, "Is everything okay with… with the – tumour and everything?"

"Yeah," I whispered, forgetting that Oliver knew anything. "My doctors just trying another form of treatment."

"Oh," Oliver said, looking at the ground between his feet. "I wish I could be there with you, to help."

I nodded so did I. It was nice having Mr. Stewart with me, and he was very helpful when I needed him, but having Oliver with me would help me a lot. "Maybe one day, but probably not tomorrow."

I told Oliver, and then added, "I wish you were there with me too."

Oliver looked up from the floor and smiled at me, but I looked away and at the stage where Miley and her dad were talking to the stage manager. Miley waved quickly, but turned back before I got a chance to wave back. I could tell from the corner of my eye that Oliver was still looking at me, but I refused to look back. So instead I put the hood of my sweatshirt over my head to keep me warm and tried to wrap myself more in the covers as I listened to Hannah's band practice. Before I knew it I was shivering again, and my hands and feet were so cold that I could hardly feel them any more. I tried to hide it as best as I could, but I knew that Oliver already knew.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked again, trying to talk above the loud music. I nodded my head so that Oliver could see and hid myself more into the covers. "Maybe we should move to Hannah's dressing room, it's warmer in there."

I shook my head, but Oliver took my hand anyway and led me backstage. I noticed that Mr. Stewart realized immediately what we were doing and walked backstage to meet us. Surely enough, he was at the door of the dressing room waiting.

"You okay Lily?" He asked when he also noticed I was shivering. I nodded my head, "Go and lay down on the couch and I'll put the heat up, maybe we shouldn't have gone to the beach today." Miley's dad said the last bit more to himself than to me. I almost regretted going backstage and giving in to Oliver until I went into the dressing room and actually felt how warm the air was. I was ready to take off my blanket, or my sweatshirt, but it was definitely a good change.

"Better?" Oliver asked once we were in the room alone and sitting on the couch together – my legs on his lap so that I could lie down. I nodded, "Good."

I tried to fall asleep again, but after sleeping for so long during the day it was almost impossible. So instead, I listened to Miley singing in the background and ended up daydreaming until Oliver said anything else.

"When are your parents coming home?" He asked quietly.

I looked at Oliver and shrugged, truth be told I hadn't thought of that for the last few hours. "I guess they've got another two weeks out there," I told Oliver with the only knowledge I knew about the subject. "So," I whispered, propping myself up on my elbows and looking at Oliver. "What do you want to do until Ms. Hannah Montana's done?"

Oliver shrugged and looked around the dressing room and sighed, "We could just talk."

I nodded and went back down so that my head was resting on the pillow, "What do you want to talk about?"

Oliver shifted in his seat and moved my legs around before settling back down, "Are you going to the concert tonight?"

I shook my head, and turned my head so that I could see Oliver from where I was laying, "Unfortunately not, are you?"

Oliver nodded, "I was invited, but it won't be as fun without you." I cracked a smile, but turned away before Oliver could see it. "But we'll see each other this weekend right?"

I nodded, remembering what I was told, "But I can't go to the beach, or do anything to strenuous."

"Oh," Oliver laughed, "So there are rules? That's no fun."

"We could watch movies, make some yummy foods, play board games," I listed off activities. "What about…"

"Alright," Oliver laughed again, stopping me. "I get it, we'll do something fun without getting you in trouble."

"Good," I said, pulling the covers over me even more as I feel myself shiver. I shifted in my seat, and tried to get up so that I was sitting up with my legs crossed, but my back with aching now and I had a headache again. "Do you know when the rehearsals going to end?"

Oliver shrugged, "Shouldn't be that long now." He told me, looking at him watch. Oliver looked at me and smiled. "Want to go back out to the arena, or are you still freezing?"

I shook my head, "I think I'm ready to go back." I lied, and Oliver got up before reaching out his hand to help me. I hesitated in giving him my hand; I already knew it was freezing cold just like the rest of my body, but in the end I let him help me up.

Oliver jumped at the touch of my hand, "Gosh!" He almost yelled, helping me up the rest of the way. "Could your hands be any colder?" I took my hand away from Oliver as fast as I could, but it wasn't quick enough. Oliver took my hand again and kept it there as we walked out and back into our seats in the front row of the arena, "They any warmer yet?"