A.N. Sorry dearly for not writing in so long; I've been so busy with VBS and being sick (which I still am) that I've completely forgotten. The only thing good that came out of this, I believe, is that I was able to watch the complete five hour Pride and Prejudice (which I think is the only decent one) in bed.

Disclaimer: As you all know by now I DO NOT OWN HANNAH MONTANA OR ANY CHARACTERS

The Sound of a Breaking Heart

Lilly woke up in a cold sweat; she had been dreaming of Oliver last night or, most specifically, his funeral. The white tank top she wore to bed was sticking to her heaving chest and the only thing not completely see through on Lilly's tank was the blue, and white logo with orange lettering of Rico's Surf Shop. Swinging her legs to the side of her bed, Lilly took only a few moments to get her breath back before standing up. As soon as she stood up Lilly felt immediately dizzy and gripped onto her bedside table. Her eyes pondered upon the digital clock on the side table and gasped lightly as she saw the red blocked letters blinking 3:23am up at her. It felt so much later then that! Lilly sighed and walked awkwardly to the bathroom across from her room, attempting to make as little noise as possible. As usual for most people, when Lilly was trying her hardest not to make a sound she naturally made, what seemed to her at the time, the most noise she had ever made in her life. And if knocking over three of her Mother's beautiful, if not cheap, vases wasn't enough Lilly also managed to trip over stray books that had fallen off of the shelf and topple into the bathroom quite ungracefully.

Luckily for Lilly, though, her Mother had taken some strong sleeping pills and didn't hear a thing. Catching her breath once more Lilly stared at herself in the mirror and went into the usual routine before showering. Checking her face for blemishes (there were three pimples easily concealed by her hair), checking the consistency of her hair (tangled and a bit matted from sleep and tears), and stripping off her clothes slowly while checking the rest of her body for blemishes (breasts were still small for her taste but nothing else was too terrible).

Lilly stepped into the shower and turned the knobs. Steaming water rushed out of the tap and flowed around her foot which was blocking the way. For some reason or another putting her foot in the way of the drain before a shower was a sort of habit she had gotten herself into. The water rippled around her feet and relaxed her a bit before she finally started the shower and removed her foot. Lilly stood still for a while as to adjust to the water's temperature before leaning over to grab the apple scented shampoo and slathering a great amount into her blonde hair and massaging it in. A moan escaped Lilly's lips as the water and soap washed down her back and relaxed her tightened muscles. The apple conditioned followed and was preceded by oatmeal and strawberry body soap. Lilly lathered her body with the soap and rinsed.

Although her shower took no longer then twelve minutes, Lilly was in the water for an hour. The bliss of the scorching water was too peaceful to leave. It was tempting to stay in the water forever….that is, until the hot water ran out and a shower of ice water rushed down from the tap making Lilly seize up and fumble with the knobs to shut it off. Shivering violently, Lilly jumped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a pink fluffy towel. Lilly's teeth were chattering so hard she was afraid she would break a tooth and she immediately ran back to her room.

When reaching her room, Lilly dressed herself in a green spaghetti strapped tank top and white stretch shorts. She fell back onto her bed as tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes…again. Lilly was strong, brave, and most of all she was NOT a crier. What was it about Oliver that made her break that wall of protection she had put over her heart? Although she inquired, Lilly's mom knew nothing of what Oliver was going through. Lilly just didn't feel it necessary to tell her at this very moment. She was no longer in a great relationship with her mother since she re-married to a man she had known for three weeks. Sometimes Lilly thought she was more mature then her own Mom and, sadly, she was usually right.

The clock now bore the time to be 6:01am and it was almost time to get up anyway. Usually Lilly stayed in bed until the very last moment when her Mom banged on the door screaming that she was going to become a fry cook at some random place if she didn't get up and go to school but today was different. Lilly took off her newly put on pajamas (she hadn't really been thinking about checking the time when she put them on in the first place) and changed into a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and her favorite white tank top with Slipknot emblazoned on the chest area surrounded by purple and black scribbles. Over top of the tank top Lilly wore a purple Justin Bieber style hoodie with homemade white and black paint splatters across the front and back.

Lilly gathered up her backpack and snatched up the few papers sitting on the computer printer before racing to the kitchen where her Mother was drinking her coffee and reading some romance novel.

"Bye, Mom" Lilly murmured and grabbed the handle.

"Lillian Truscott, you are not going anywhere until you tell me why you've been up in your room since you got home; soaking wet too, as I may have to remind you." Heather Truscott said with raised eyebrows. She had put down her book and was now tapping her fingers rhythmically on the small kitchen table. Lilly looked down from her Mother's piercing blue eyes and lazily swung the shoulder bag back and forth across the floor.

"It's nothing", Lilly answered in the most confidant voice she could. Mumbling, Lilly added, "You wouldn't understand."

"Lilly", Heather whispered, her voice changing from strict to comforting in a heartbeat. "C'mere, baby girl" She held here arms out wide for her daughter who rushed into them like she was four years old again. Lilly tried her best to blink away the tears she knew were coming but it was impossible to keep them in when she was in her Mother's arms. Sobs wracked Lilly's frail body and Heather became more and more worried for her daughter.

"Lilly, what's wrong?" Heather pleaded to her daughter. She was desperate and scared. After a long silence Lilly finally whispered in such a small voice that she at first didn't think she said it.

"It's Oliver."

"What happened? Did you two break up?" Lilly's Mom said in a sad voice although she was slightly happy that it wasn't anything more then that as far as she knew. Lilly shook her head and went into another bought of hot tears.

By the time Lilly got into school she was ten minutes late for class and had to go to detention after school. Oh great, Lilly thought to herself. More time in school to possibly lose it in front of everyone and on my first day too. On top of all this Oliver was seated right in front of the only available seat in the classroom so she had to look at his back the entire day and probably was going to be paired with her if they had any in-class assignments. Lilly sighed to gain control of herself, put on a cheerful and normal front, and slid into the chair behind her boyfriend. Her sick and dying boyfriend, that is.

The English substitute began talking and Lilly leaned back in her chair and blocked out her droning voice. It wasn't that she didn't like English but she hated this particular substitute's voice. Mrs. Ghirardelli spoke in a droning, almost mechanical, voice that filled the entire room with boredom. Instead of listening to her lesson, Lilly decided to study Oliver's outfit today. He was wearing his usual oh-so-chic dark skinny jeans (girl sizes although he refused to admit it) that looked a lot like her own, a red and black plaid printed hoodie with the hood down showing his dark chocolate brown hair styled messily (as usual), and Lilly guessed that the hoodie was covering up a white wifebeater (again, per usual). There was nothing different about Oliver then there had ever been. He wasn't losing hair, he wasn't acting weak, and he wasn't dressing differently. For a moment, and just a moment, Lilly thought that maybe she had actually dreamed the entire thing. I mean, nothing like that could really happen to me, could it? Lilly asked herself but the dream of it only being a dream was crushed almost immediately when Oliver turned to look at her and gave her a sad look.

Lilly almost started crying again when she thought about how cruelly she treated him. Of course, he understood and was probably expecting it but it couldn't be easy for him by any means. He loved her and he had to watch his girlfriend walk out the door because of something he couldn't control. Lilly stomach lurched and a strong urge to throw up came over her in a wave of guilt. She raised her hand urgently and fought the bile down best she could.

"Questions later, Miss Truscott" Mrs. Ghirardelli told her sternly and started her lecture again.

"But I-" was all Lilly could get out before the contents of her stomach emptied themselves all over the desk front. Throwing up was nothing new and usually the teacher would pay careful attention to Lilly because a bunch of things made her throw up lately. Near the end of the last school year Lilly had thrown up at everything. It hit her hard at camp because of the heat and running around. Being nervous or scared had made her barf lately too. Since school ended she had lost ten pounds from just throwing up. The doctors all told her that it was nothing and probably just her digestive system trying to work with her hormones. Unfortunately the substitute wasn't filled in on this tidbit of advice which led to Lilly getting puke all over her homework.

"Oh dear, I am sorry." The teacher said in a voice with very little actual upset. "Mr. Oken, would you please take Miss Truscott to the Principle's office?"

"Yes, of course." Oliver replied in a hurried tone and helped Lilly up. Luckily none of the barf got on her jacket or pants. Most of it landed on her homework which she had digital copies of on her laptop. She hooked her right arm around his neck while he helped her to the hallway. Usually she would be able to walk after throwing up but today she was oddly frail and weak.

In the middle of the hallway Lilly collapsed at the knees and cried out as they hit the stone floor below her. Oliver rushed to pick her up and set her on a bench since they were near the cafeteria already.

"Lilly, are you alright?" Oliver asked, worried. Lilly nodded but her look betrayed her. Tears were glistening in her blue eyes, her expression was one of a person who had just seen someone die, and her face was paler then he had ever seen it before. Instead of snapping at her for lying or insisting on telling him what was wrong Oliver enveloped her in his arms.

Surprised by his actions, Lilly just stood still for a moment before hugging back in earnest and crying silently into his warm hoodie. She buried her nose in his hoodie and took a deep breath. It smelled so much of him. She loved him. At the same time as she was taking in his smell he was stroking her hair and almost tearing up himself. He couldn't bear knowing that he was leaving her in nine months to a year. How could he have caused this angel so much pain? Oliver hated himself for making her hurt.

"Lilly?" Oliver finally said, breaking the silence. A muffled "mmhm" came from his hoodie and he smiled. "You wanna get out of here?"

Lilly lifted her head to look at Oliver and moved a chunk of her hair out of her face.

"Oh, yes, please."

Lilly was taken to Oliver's car after checking in with the principal; saying she was too sick and had to be taken home. He was aloud to stay with her because her Mom worked a day job.

Lilly climbed into Oliver's car and slid into the passenger seat. Oliver got in shortly after her and they drove silently to her house. Somehow the drive to her house seemed to take an hour instead of just five minutes like it usually did. Finally they pulled up to the small yellowish paneled house and Lilly let them both in. The couple wandered over to the couch and sat in silence for what seemed like forever. Finally Oliver spoke,

"Lilly, we need to talk about this."

"No we don't!" Lilly snapped and pulled her knees to her chest. "If…if we just forget about it maybe it will go away."

"Lilly", Oliver whispered and scooted closer to her. "You and I both know that isn't true."

"But this can't be happening, not to us. It isn't fair." The strawberry blonde said in a trembling voice. Oliver reached out and pulled her into his lap. She turned and faced him, almost straddling him but it wasn't sexual as much as it was a gesture of needing to see him. He wrapped his arms around his frail girlfriend as she cried silently as possible.

"Lilly, don't cry." He whispered into her ear. Lilly looked up into his big brown eyes.

"I can't help it. Oliver, you can't leave me." Lilly sobbed and he leaned down and kissed her. It was unexpected as the hug back in school but she responded just as she did before.

Oliver tried to tell her things in that kiss that he couldn't say with words. He tried to tell her that he loved her more then anything, that he was broken, that he was proud of her, and, most of all, that he was sorry. Although he knew that it wasn't his fault that he was sick he felt guilty all the same. Lilly's small hands traveled up his back and ran through his hair. Tilting his head for a closer kiss, Oliver ran his tongue across one of her plump lips. Their tongues met and mingled, each exploring the other's mouth. Oliver's hands trailed down her back to the swell of her ass and settled there before concentrating back on her mouth.

For a moment they were back to normal. For a moment Lilly and Oliver were just the average crazy in love teenage couple. For a moment Oliver wasn't dying and Lilly wasn't crying. For a moment they weren't worrying about what was going to happen tomorrow or if they would even make it tomorrow. For a moment it was just them, Lilly and Oliver, and they were perfectly and amazingly content with the fact.