I sat there silently as Mr. Stewart told the rest of the story – unable to even hear it myself. And by the end, Miley was sobbing heavily, Jackson comforting her. I knew it would take a while for Miley to understand what was happening, and why I hadn't told her any earlier. I expected Miley to get mad, and I didn't mind when she went storming out of the house and to the beach.

Mr. Stewart went running after her, until he realized that Miley needed some time to herself. And Oliver comforted me, as I tried to cry despite the fact that the chemotherapy had dried out my tears. "Congratulations," Oliver whispered into my ear. I looked up at him in surprise, "about telling Miley." Oliver clarified, "It took guts."

I smiled, briefly and excused myself to my room upstairs. But as I walked up the stairs, each step was harder and harder to take and eventually Mr. Stewart, who noticed my struggle, had to hold me up, and then carry me to my bed.

"Miley will get over it soon," Mr. Stewart told me as he sat on my bed after putting me down. "She's been down at the beach for about an hour and a half now," he continued, "I'd give it another half an hour." I smiled and nodded my head, "You should get some rest before dinner is served," Mr. Stewart told me, pulling my duvet off the floor and putting it over me. "Are you planning on going to school tomorrow?" He asked as he reached the bedroom door.

"I'll think about it," I told him before he left the room complete so that I could get to sleep – which I eventually did. Only to get woken up way sooner than I had hoped, by Mr. Stewart who was getting me up for dinner that I didn't really feel hungry for.

"Come on Lily," Mr. Stewart nudged me again. I moved a little, and threw the covers off of me, but when I got up I fell right over again. I tried again, and took a couple of steps before it happened again. "Here," Mr. Stewart said coming towards where I was now laying on my bedroom floor. "I'll carry you downstairs." I nodded my head reluctantly and Mr. Stewart collected me into his arms and didn't give me enough time to put a hat back on my bare head. But I was too weak to protest.

"There we go," Mr. Stewart said as he put me down on the stool at the kitchen, where I was now facing Oliver and Jackson. "Where's Miley?" He asked the two boys.

Jackson shrugged, and Oliver quietly responded, "Still down at the beach," Mr. Stewart nodded, and walked out the door to find Miley. Oliver turned to me, "Why was Mr. S carrying you? Are you alright?"

I nodded, taking a drink from my water glass. "I'm fine," I told Oliver. "I'm just a little weak."

Oliver smiled, and placed a bowl of pasta in front of me with the sauce and cheese already the way I liked it. "Maybe that will make you better," Oliver told me, another smile on his face. I smiled back, and took a forkful of pasta – which tasted delicious. Once I had eaten half of the bowl, Miley and Mr. Stewart were finally back in the house – Miley's face was considerably damp, and her eyes a little blood shot. But when she sat down, Miley gave me a small smile, and then went on to eat her dinner. I excused myself a few minutes later, when the conversation at the table dimmed down to silence. Everyone looked up as I got up from the stool, and rushed to me when I fell over my own feet.

"Are you alright?" Miley asked, being the first one to reach me. She was soon followed by three more people asking the same question.

I nodded my head, but Mr. Stewart once again took me into his arms and put me on the couch. I was now surrounded by everyone, "We're going to have to talk to Dr. Chow about this." Mr. Stewart told me, before he left the room, Jackson in tow, so that it was just Me, Oliver and Miley.

I cleared my throat to interrupt the silence, and glanced at my best friends quickly and then turning my head back down to my hands. I half expected my hair to fall into my face, but when it didn't reality hit me and I broke down sobbing dry tears again.

Oliver was the first to comfort me, and Miley soon followed – crying herself.

"How about we watch a movie," Miley suggested once we were all worn out. Oliver and I nodded, and Miley got up from the couch, where we were all sitting underneath a blanket. She looked through the movie cupboard underneath the television and decided on the movie Stick It, which we had all seen together at the movie theatre about six or seven months ago, and had enjoyed very much. Miley put the movie into the DVD player and came back to sit on my left so that I was sandwiched between her and Oliver.

Mr. Stewart came back into the room half way through the movie, to find the three of us laughing hysterically at some joke Oliver had said about the movie. He gave us a look before moving onto the kitchen and getting himself a cup of coffee.

"Are you two planning on going to school tomorrow?" Mr. Stewart asked Miley and Oliver. "Because so far, I haven't seen any homework being done." Miley and Oliver looked at Mr. Stewart guiltily and smiled at each other turning back to the television where the movie was now on pause. "I'll take that as a no," Mr. Stewart said, crossing his arms. "Oliver, if you want to sleep over you should call your mom." Oliver nodded, "The four of us will do something fun tomorrow," Mr. Stewart told me and Miley when Oliver went to get the phone. "Does that sound good?"

Miley and I nodded, "Don't we have to have to go to the hospital first?" I asked Mr. Stewart.

Mr. Stewart shook his head; "you don't have another round of chemo until next week." He told me, and then quickly changed the subject, "So what do you guys want to do?" Miley and I smiled at each other; we were both thinking the same thing. "Besides shopping," Mr. Stewart countered before we could say anything. "How about the aquarium?" Mr. Stewart suggested.

Miley and I shook our heads, "What are we, five?" Miley asked her dad – who obviously knew nothing about teenagers. "Would it be possible to sail to Catalina?" Miley wondered after a few minutes of thinking about it. "I mean, if the weathers good and all."

Mr. Stewart looked from Miley and me, and then back again. "I suppose," he said slowly. "We can rent a boat and spend the day on the beach."

"Sounds good," I told him. "But why can't we do that around here? I mean, there are plenty of beaches in Malibu."

Mr. Stewart nodded, and looked over at Miley, "Then there wouldn't be any adventure involved." he told me, "And it wouldn't be any fun."

I nodded in agreement, and Oliver came back. Mr. Stewart left the three of us alone, so that we could finish our movie and plan our day later on, or even in the morning – which was most likely going to happen, knowing this family.

When the movie was over, it was so late that Miley and Oliver head's were already dropping and in some instances they fell asleep for a few seconds and then woke up again. And even though, I was perfectly awake Mr. Stewart came over to the couch, "I think the three of you should set up camp." He told me, "Do you want to sleep here?"

I nodded, just because I didn't feel like getting carried up to my room again, and Mr. Stewart went into the cupboard to get king sized blow up mattress. It was a couple of seconds before he came back, blew the mattress up, and woke up Miley and Oliver to get onto the bed. And then he left me to the couch, turning the lights off when he left the room.