Together, Lily and I arrived home at 7:30. To Miley and Oliver sitting on the couch waiting for us, and the table set for dinner. I smiled at the sight, and walked towards where Miley was now getting off the couch. I pulled her into a hug, and we walked together to the table. When I looked behind me, Lily was nowhere to be seen.

"Where'd Lily go?" I asked Oliver who was getting off the couch to follow me and Miley. Oliver shrugged, and looked over his shoulder.

"I didn't see her walk away," Oliver told me, turning around again and looking everywhere. "I'm going to find her."

Oliver's POV:

I walked around the house outside a few times, and down to the beach without finding Lily. When I got back up to the house I looked around upstairs, Lily's room, Miley's room and the bathrooms, but again Lily was nowhere to be seen. I walked downstairs to the kitchen, shrugged at Miley and Mr. Stewart, and walked back outside to the beach where I figured Lily would be if anywhere. I squinted in the fog and dark, as it got later and later and finally saw a shadow of the figure I'd been looking for – and had missed before.

"Lily?" I called out, but the figure didn't move. I started to think that it wasn't Lily, but I was going to take chances, "Lil?" I called out louder, but Lily moved a little to face me before facing the ocean again. When I noticed that Lily wasn't about to come to me, I moved towards her slowly. "Are you alright out here?" I asked quietly one I'd stepped next to Lily.

In the dark Lily nodded her head; I turned her towards me so that we were facing each other. "I wish none of this were happening," Lily cried in a whisper, hugging herself and trying to keep herself warm.

I moved closer, and wiped a tear from Lily's cheek, "I can't promise that it'll be over soon." I whispered, pulling my jacket closer as the wind from the ocean reached where Lily and I were standing, "But I promise I'll always be there for you – through everything."

From what I could see in the dark, Lily smiled. "Thanks Oliver," she sniffled, reaching out her hand to grab mine. I took the small hand and brought Lily closer, swinging the hands back and forth as we watched the waves crashing in front of us. I was happy with where we were, and what we were doing, but then I realized something.

"I think we should get up to the house," I told Lily. She nodded, and, still holding her hand, we walked up the beach and onto the porch. Lily stopped me at the door, just before we walked into the house – and quickly wiped away the rest of her tears before we walked up to Miley and Mr. Stewart. We hugged, and I made my way outside and down the beach so that I could walk to my house.

Lily's POV:

I went up to bed before everyone else, but I didn't end up falling asleep until three hours after I heard Oliver leave the house, and both Miley and Mr. Stewart check on me before they went into their rooms, I pretended to be asleep both times. For the rest of the night, I rolled around on my bed, getting into another uncomfortable position. I sighed loudly, and ended up on my back – looking up at the ceiling.

I don't remember falling asleep, but then again I must have. I woke up to the sound of Miley getting up to go to school. I looked at the clock on my side table; it was 5:30 – too early for anyone to be awake!

I groaned and turned on my side in my bed just as Miley poked her head through the door.

"Hey you awake sleepyhead?" Miley asked, bringing her whole body into the room and walking to sit on my bed. I looked up at Miley and shook my head before I brought it back down to the pillow, "Well, it looks like you're awake."

"You're crazy," I grumbled pulling the covers over my head. "I can't believe you get up this early in the morning."

Miley pulled the covers from over me, and laughed, "You used to as well." She told me, "I can't believe you get to sleep in." I pulled my covers over my head again, and managed to have the strength to keep them there despite Miley's attempts. "Do you have any idea how jealous I am?"

I groaned again, and pealed my covers off as I sat up in my bed, "yeah because you want to be home sick all day."

Miley laughed, "You'll get better soon." She told me, getting off of the bed, "But I've got to get to school now – so I'll see you later?"

I nodded and Miley waved as she walked outside to the hallway. I listened to her walk down the stairs, and when I heard Miley walk out the door I laid back down in my bed once again.

What felt like ten minutes later, Mr. Stewart poked his head into my room, and I heard him walk quietly over to my bed – because Mr. Stewart thought that I was still asleep.

"Lily?" He whispered, brushing back some of the blond hair that was falling into my face. "You have to wake up, were driving to the hospital soon and I want you to get some breakfast in you before we leave."

I groaned, I still thought it was too early to be up, "How about we skip breakfast." I told Mr. Stewart when I sat up on my elbows, "And I get some more sleep."

"Ah, ah, ah," Miley's dad shook his finger and sat down on the side of my bed. "I can't remember the last time you actually ate a full meal," I thought about it myself and was about to protest but Mr. Stewart interrupted. "You might even feel better after chemotherapy if you eat."

"Prove it," I tried. "It's just more food to throw up, why bother?"

"Because you need your strength," Mr. Stewart retorted. "It's only your second round, and you've already had a horrible reaction to the chemo."

I nodded my head, and cringed as I remembered a couple of days ago, "Alright." I gave in, "I'll eat your stupid breakfast."

Mr. Stewart smiled and got off the bed so that I could get dressed – which I did very slowly. Eventually walking downstairs where I was greeted by Mr. Stewart and his big bowl of porridge.

"Thanks," I mumbled when Mr. Stewart placed the bowl in front of me. I managed to pick up the spoon, and take a few bites before I put it back down and slumped down in my seat. "What time are we leaving?" I asked Mr. Stewart.

Mr. Stewart turned around and looked at me, shaking his head at the amount left in the bowl in front of me, "In about half an hour." He told me, "Keep eating, I'm not letting you off the stool until you eat at least half of that."

I groaned again, refusing to eat anymore, and just resting my head on the counter. Mr. Stewart didn't say anything else, after a while I heard him pick up the bowl and place it in the sink before he walked into the living room and turned on the news.

I turned around to face him, picking my head up from the counter. "Can I get up yet?" I asked Mr. Stewart who I found sitting on the couch.

"You didn't eat half of your porridge," Mr. Stewart told me shrugging his shoulders. "But seeing as you ate something, you can get up." I smiled, and walked over to the couch to watch the news with Miley's dad. "Is it time to go yet?"

Mr. Stewart looked at his watch, and then up at me, "Yep." Mr. Stewart told me, getting up from the couch and holding out his hand to help me. "Let's get in the car."

A/N: G'day everybody! I have arrived at my final destination - Sydney, Australia. And despite the time in the US of A, it's 8:40 am here on Tuesday... and I seem to remember a promise to you guys that I post today, so here it is!
Oh, and by the way - I'm sorry about not posting last week! I promised and I didn't do it, and I'm so sorry! This week I'll be better!
-Rosie