AN: Thanks to IheartORANGE, adryrules99,anniecakes13, and Princess Cutie for reviewing and not chewing me out about the little Lackson moments I had to throw in there.) Another small update is here. Lilly finally reads Oliver's note. In the note, I've include some of the lyrics from the song this story's named after. (You can easily tell what's mine and what isn't, because I don't write that well.) RR as always

Lilly yawned as the credits of the movie her and Jackson had been watching began to roll on the television screen. She looked over at the Stewart boy who was fast asleep and drooling on a pillow. Lilly scrunched up her face, but then laughed softly. She turned off the TV and glanced at her cell phone.

"It's almost three AM!" She spoke quiet enough so she wouldn't disturb Jackson, who was now snoring. "Better get some sleep."

Lilly was half way up the stairs to the guest room when she stopped suddenly. "Forgot to read Oliver's note." She announced, and crept back down stairs.

Once back in the room, she picked up the paper, sat back down on the couch, and unfolded the note. There wasn't any light in the room. Moonlight disappeared (for it was and had been raining most of the night), but even that wouldn't have been enough to help Lilly see. She flipped open her phone for a light source, squinted her eyes, and began to silently read:

"Lilly,

Living today without a way to understand the weight of the world
Faded and torn, old and forlorn
My weak and hoping heart

For the child, for the night
For the heart I once had
I believe and foresee everything I could ever be...

I don't know why I sit and write this. I've wasted enough time with you, for you, and this past week, I learned I've wasted my last hope on you.

Because of you, I am no longer whole. What held me together is gone. What kept my soul from fraying has been taken. I am but skin and bones.

This is your doing...

I guess there's a theme to this message. A method for my self-proclaimed 'madness'. It all boils down to you, and one simple fact about you: You break people. You've broken me.

You led me on a wild goose chase all these years, smiling I as was sucked into your life like a black hole.

Well now, my friend, you have sucked the life right out of me...

I don't know if this note's fate will lead it to a life spent in the trash can. All I know is I've made myself as clear as I can and choose to be. What's done is done. Wrong way. Wrong turn. Too late.

For the heart I'll never have
For the child forever gone
The music dwells, because it longs
For the heart I once had...

Game over, Lills...

Ollie

Lilly's hand shook uncontrollably and her phone crashed to the ground.

"No...No! Oliver! No!"

"What's going on!?" Jackson shot up from a deep sleep. He stared at Lilly who was franticly scrambling to find her shoes to put them on. "And where do you think you're going? It's pouring like crazy out there!"

"Oliver!" Was all Lilly could spit out.

"What?" Jackson asked, confused.

"I've got to find Oliver! I need to see Oliver!" Lilly kept repeating as she laced her shoes.

"You mean you're psycho crazy 'best friend' who's been MIA for like a week?" Jackson replied. "He's gone off the deep end, and I don't think he's safe to be around. Plus, just look at it outside. You better stay here with me, Lills."

Lilly had run to the door and was almost all the way out when she stopped dead and glared at Jackson. "Don't call me that! Only Oliver calls me that!" With that, she sprinted out of the Stewarts house as fast as her skater legs could take her.

"Lilly!" Jackson ran to the door way and called out to his girl friend. "Lilly get back here! Lilly!" Jackson was just wasting his breath, for Lilly was long gone into the stormy night on her hunt for Oliver.

"That's it!" He replied angrily. He grabbed his hoodie off the back of the couch. "I'm sick of that that boy and his shenanigans! I'm going after her!" He dashed out, slamming the door behind him.

Lilly to the rescue! She's taking a huge chance running off like that, but that's what best friends do. Will Oliver welcome her with open arm, or be too sore to even speak to her? Updates are coming very soon. This story may be finished by Sunday. Keep reading!

-drummer8907