A.N. Don't kill me! I have very good reason in not posting a chapter in, oh, lets just say FOREVER! I'm super duper sorry but I had (and still have) a virus on my computer and it wouldn't even let me open Word. So I really hope you like this chapter and I'll try to update as soon as I can. The other thing is that school has just started and, on top of that, I'm going on vacation starting Monday and ending September 8th so I don't know how many chapters I'll be able to whip out before then. HAVE I EVER TOLD YOU THAT I LOVE DAVID BOWIE? Hahaha well I do and I'm listening to him sing "Within Your Heart" right now from The Labyrinth soundtrack (my favorite movie). He's the bestest fifty some year old on earth.

DISCLAIMER: Do I really need to say that I don't own Hannah Montana AGAIN? I mean, which one of you really thinks that I own Hannah Montana? I'd like a show of hands. No one? Well then….

The Sound of a Breaking Heart

Lilly looked down at the white tile below her and shuffled her feet nervously. Her Mother had come over earlier that day and practically chewed her out for not having pregnancy tests just lying around her cabinet (Lilly was pretty sure that Heather would have flipped out if she actually found pregnancy tests in Lilly's cabinets too so it was kind of a lose-lose on her end). So here she was, Lilly Truscott was waiting in line at the Wal-Mart self check-out with a pink and white box clutched tightly in her hands and wearing a gray track suit, of all things.

"Please scan your items." The automated woman's voice commanded her and Lilly quickly scanned the test under the red laser before stashing it in her bag and paying. Without as much as a glance backwards Lilly raced out of the store. She had had enough of people staring at her as if she was the Devil's spawn for possibly being pregnant. The thought of even maybe being pregnant made her want to throw up which, Lilly realized a few moments later, wasn't a good sign. She hopped in her Mother's car and drove back to Oliver's apartment where, she knew, her Mom was waiting.

Lilly slammed the bathroom door closed and took a look in the mirror. Her face was flushed with anger and frustration at her Mother, who she had just been fighting with for over an hour. Nothing satisfied Heather Truscott when it came to her daughter and she just had to go and bring up Oliver. It wasn't as if Oliver had single-handedly tied her down and raped Lilly making her possibly pregnant. Getting pregnant took two people in a bed and she didn't care how much her Mother screamed and yelled about it because, if she was a slut for that, she loved being a slut. Of course, Lilly probably didn't help by mentioning this to her Mother along with bringing up her Dad. Ex-Dad. Whatever.

Sighing, Lilly closed her eyes and put her head in her hands. After a good ten minutes she resurfaced and went to take the test. For the first time in a long time Lilly looked up at the ceiling and clasped her hands tightly together.

"Dear God, if you're listening…..help me. Please." A single tear escaped from the corner of one of her tightly closed eyes. If there was a God….she needed him right now more then ever.

There was a banging on the door that seemed to reverberate throughout her entire room. Lilly didn't know how long she was holding her breath but it seemed a long time before she actually exhaled again. There, smack dab in the middle of her long white pregnancy test, was one word. Eight letters. Life-changing meaning. The word that took away Lillian Truscott's breath was the word pregnant. Her heart ached as she read it over and over again hoping that it would, somehow, turn into the words "APRIL FOOLS!". After who knows how long Lilly finally went over to the locked door and opened it with a faint click. Her Mother stood in the doorway with her hand still raised in the air in a fist, posed like she was going to pound on the door again, and a very red face.

"Well?" Heather said in an exasperated tone. Lilly shifted her feet and looked at the ceiling again, praying in her head, don't let her kill me….or my baby.

"I need to see Oliver." Was the only thing that actually came out of her mouth. Heather gasped,

"So you are! I knew it!"

"Just shut the Hell up, Mom!" Lilly screamed in a sudden burst of rage before running towards the door. It didn't matter that it was almost midnight by this time or that she didn't have her car keys. She'd walk to the hospital or even hitch hike but she refused to spend another moment with her Mother. As she ran the rough cement scraped at the bottoms of her bare feet. It hurt but it distracted her from the pain in her heart or the little food contents still swirling in her stomach. Luckily the hospital wasn't far away and Lilly got there within fifteen minutes of intense running. There was white light shining through the glass doors and windows of the hospital and Lilly pushed the doors open. Inside it smelled the same as ever, like a hospital, but today it made her feel even more sick then usual.

"Miss Truscott! We weren't expecting you so late at night, love." The black haired and slightly chubby nurse, Jocelyn, exclaimed with a smile. Jocelyn was the nicest person in the hospital and actually replaced stupid Amanda as Oliver's nurse. She'd lost her husband to Leukemia and had since then been devoted to doing whatever she could not to let anyone else lose their loved ones to the horrible disease or any other cancer.

"Jocelyn, I need to see Oliver. Now."

"You know, he's still not awake. Oh sweetie, you look dreadful! Maybe you should spend the night here." Jocelyn said with care in her eyes. She was already in the middle of jotting down a form for Lilly when Lilly waved her hand dismissively.

"I already know what's wrong."

"Do tell, honey. It's not good to keep things so bottled up, ya know." She told Lilly and rushed to her side. Lilly weakly smiled at Jocelyn,

"Oliver and I are going to be parents." Jocelyn gasped and clasped her hand over her mouth.

"Oh dearie, Joce will take good care of you. Go to Oliver's room and I'll be right there.

"Thanks, Jocelyn." Lilly said with sincerity and walked down the cold, brightly lit halls until she reached Oliver's room. Lilly opened Oliver's door where he was laying as still as ever. She took in a nervous breath and shakily let it out. It was show time. The pregnant teen walked over to her boyfriend's deathbed and took his warm hand in hers.

"Oliver, baby, if you're in there listen closely." Lily started with a quite voice up next to his ear. "You know how you always wanted kids? Well I've got a bit of a surprise for you. We're having a baby, baby."

It wasn't as if Lilly really expected an answer but she was a little disappointed when nothing came. She had always imagined being Oliver's wife and finding a creative way to tell him about a kid. He was always so excited in her dreams and they celebrated. Lilly never imagined having to tell Oliver while he was unconscious in a hospital bed and while she was running away from her mean Mother.

She dropped his hand. It wasn't right. This couldn't be her life. She was Lilly Truscott. Lilly had always had a plan for everything ahead of her. Her breath got shallower and shallower as she inched slowly backwards back to the door. It wasn't her plan to be pregnant as a teenager or to have a boyfriend in the hospital with cancer and completely unreachable. Her plan didn't involve fighting with her Mother all the time or not having a Father-figure or not talking to her best friend for months because she couldn't pick up the phone without crying much less get in a car. It wasn't fair that her life turned out this way. People had always told her that the man with the plan always got his way but she was not getting her way at the moment. At. All.

Her hand clasped around the knob and she fled the room. The Hospital. Maybe Lilly would even leave the state. She needed to get out of Malibu at least. Her feet took her to a person's house that she'd never even think of going before now. Lilly's feet must have had a mind of their own to even think about taking her to Jake Ryan's small un-star charted house that he went to when he needed "alone time" from the press. Despite what her brain told her Lilly walked straight up to the door and knocked. Oh great, now her hands were in on this little plan too?

"Who is it?" Jake called ou tin his best impression of a girl's voice which made Lilly smile.

"The big bad wolf!" The door flung open to reveal a surprised and amused handsome actor.

"Well, well, well Lillian Grace Truscott. Come on in, blondie." Jake said with a regal bow as he stepped out of the way for her. She walked in, immediately thrilled at the warmth of his house. Malibu may be scorching in the day but it was freezing at one in the morning.

"So what'cha here for, Truscott?"

"It's a long story…." Lilly started and looked at the plush cream colored carpet. She felt a warm hand on her arm and she looked up to find her eyes staring into compassionate blue ones.

"Trust me, I've got time."