A/n: Thanks so much for my reviewers-Spencer-Sweetie, Valx3, lilerin91, DlnSprFan101, MitchelMussoIsHot, and –Miley-Jake-for your awesome reviews for the last chapter.

Zazu

Disclaimer: If I had a million dollars I would own it, too bad I don't.

&&:: Chapter Four ::&&

So…I wonder how I got to this point. Waiting for someone to answer the door to the Stewart's home. Waiting to speak to my best friend.

I'm hesitate to knock on the door for I don't know what to expect will happen when I do, but eventually I knock. It sounds loud and obnoxious, I hope that it won't sound like I'm trying to be annoying, god my head hurts-I rub my temples.

And now the door is opened, and Mr. Stewart stands in the doorway his very unusual smile plastered on his face-It always makes me think that he's grounded Jackson for some strange reason.

"Lilly! I haven't seen you in a while," he starts off, "And usually when I do see you, you're usually ridin' through the livin' room."

I try to force a smile, but the side of my lips are stretched and it burns from the cuts that are now totally apparent, "Hi Mr. Stewart."

He laughs at this very simple reply and walks back to the kitchen to continue cooking, "Miley's upstairs."

"Thanks," I said as I shut the door behind me and slowly made my way towards Miley's room, past Jackson talking to chocolate bunnies on the sofa, and Linda playing Brandenburg concertos on the piano, and up the stairs.

"Lilly!" is the first thing I hear as I enter the room. I try to smile as I am bull rushed into a hug by Miley, but I can see Oliver sitting on her bed, a frown on his face, "Come sit on down. Oliver and me were just talkin' about you."

Oh that makes me feel so much better, I sit on the very corner of her bed, as far as I can from Oliver and Miley plops down on a red bean bag chair.

Silence. Uncomfrontable silence at that.

"So how have you been?" she asks, and I remember that I hasn't spoken to her in nearly two weeks.

So how do you tell you're best friend that you've been throwing up every morning, you have a continous headache, you thought that you were on your period-But it turns out it was just spotting and you haven't had your period since…"Good. I'm sorry I didn't call back. I was just really busy…"

"With cheerleadin' camp?" she asks, but it's more like an assumption.

What do I say now? "Yeah, I was going to try out for the Varsity Cheerleaders this year and I wanted to get back in shape." What a lie! I haven't worked out in weeks!

She smiles brightly, one of those 100 watt bulb smiles that she uses in her photo shoots, and I smile back weakly. I can feel Oliver's eyes like lasers on me.

"Jake has really been pestering me," she whispers to me behind her hand as if Oliver is now on the other side of a brick wall and can't hear a word she's saying anyway, "About..you know…Sex…"

I think I just threw up a little in my mouth, "And what'd you do?" I hope she said she broke up finally broke up with his stupid as-Shut up you!

"Well, I mean…He has been really patient, and this years our last together, who knows if we'll ever see each other ever again? And he gets this really cute look on his face when he tries to make 'the move'" she blabbed on. Well that's not what I thought she was going to say, not by a long shot. Bile arises in my throat at the thought-What if he rapes her? Would it be my fault if I didn't tell her?

She sits there waiting for my reply. I don't know what to say…Or do…God why won't Oliver just stop looking at me like that!

"Oh God," I mutter as my stomach churns and I grab the small pink trashcan beside her computer. The bile fills my mouth and I am only too happy to release it with the simple task of opening my mouth. My whole body shudders as last nights dinner of soup is now laying in the trashcan, moist and an indescribable brown color.

"Lilly!" I hear my friends cry out, and their forms are now beside me in an instant. Oliver is holding back my hair like he did that night at Josh's party, and Miley is nearly freaking out, her breaths short and I think she's hyperventilating saying "Oh my god. What just happened?"

Oliver smoothing voice replies, "I'll get a washcloth."

I want to say Thank You but he leaves before the words can even be formed, hair is in my mouth and I try to remove them while Miley is sitting beside me still with a worried confused look on her face, "Are you okay Lilly?"

"I think I'm pregnant" I breath out.