Lilly Truscott was the victim of a hit and run that put her in a hospital for eight days and left her unconcious for six of them. Now, people aren't the only things Lilly Truscott can see and she has a feeling she knows why. AU. Loliver.
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good day sunlight
i'd like to say how truly bright you are,
you don't know me but i know you,
you're my favorite star
follow you i will,
so lets get moving.
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Lilly woke up around noon on the living room couch and wondered if she had been dreaming. But as she shifted a little she quickly eliminated that. Her foot still stung from where she had accidently stepped on a piece of broken pottery while cleaning up after the mysterious dissapearing boy.
She hoped that if he came again he would bring a broom, or at least some safety wear. It had taken almost an hour to clean everything up, and she still had to come up with an excuse for when her mother got home. The whole concussion-aided clutz thing would probably work but it didn't make it any less of a lie.
So when the doorbell rang she didn't think anything of it and thought it was probably some of the neighbors with cake or cupcakes or flowers or something, to make her house look way more friendly than it actually was.
But when she opened the door and looked outside to find him reclined in a lawn chair on her front lawn, she soon forgot about the cake and flowers.
"Hello Lillian!" He called out with another of his big, rather sick grins and an acknowledging wave of one hand. "How are you?"
Lilly folded her arms. "You mean after you tried to kill me?" She asked sarcastically. "Oh, I'm just peachy."
"A normal little girl would be scared," He said, the grin still on his face. Lilly decided it was probably a new record for the longest time (for him) without a moodswing. "Wouldn't you say?"
"A normal little girl wouldn't have had her brain jarred against her skull in the last two weeks, so I think that may have something to do with it," She retorted.
The boy shrugged his shoulders good-heartedly, as if being in too good of a mood to disagree. "True, true..."
And then he was directly next to her, coming up five or six inches above her head. "You have a very pretty neighborhood.'
She stepped away and stared at him. "How can you do that?" She demanded.
He blinked, as if taken by surprise. "Oh, well..." Stopping to consider it, he began, "I guess..."
And he was back on her front lawn, this time standing up. "I guess it just sort of happens!" He exclaimed.
She just shook her head. "What are you?" She asked, her voice considerably lower.
He appeared behind her and said softly into her ear, "A good samaritan."
"Do you have a name?!" She asked, her voice sarcastic again.
He stared at the floor, walked around her so that he was facing her, and told her, his voice low and almost sad.
"Not anymore."
And he was gone again.
After lunch and another nap it suddenly became five. Which was good for Lilly because it meant that her school would be out now and that meant that Miley would probably stop by and completely soak everything in her house in a sticky coat of bubbly almost-cheerleaderness. And she usually brought truckloads of candy everywhere she went. As she said, you can never be too prepared.
When she heard the first couple of knocks she had a feeling it was the nameless boy again, but once she heard the turning of a key in the lock and the front door opened up, she decided it was Miley.
"Isn't it nice I have friends who really respect my privacy?" She asked herself extremely loudly.
From the other room she heard a snort, and soon after Miley replied, "That's what you get for hiding the key under the doormat."
"My family is not known for being Einsteins," Lilly answered as Miley pretty much floated into her living room talking about school and proceeded to dump what seemed like fifty pounds of "things to do while she was at home" all over her coffee table. Then she tossed a chocolate bar at her and plopped down on the couch.
"So how are you?" Miley asked after a bite of her own chocolate bar.
"No, continue, I want to hear exactly how you ate your lunch today."
Miley gave her a playful glare. "I decided against eating it because I saw it move. Is that descriptive enough?"
Lilly rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever. The good news is, I no longer feel like I'm going to pass out when I stand up." Which was true. She had nearly tripped walking through the front door the afternoon before.
"That's exciting."
There was silence for a bit. Lilly took a small bite out of her chocolate and then glanced at Miley, who was looking thoughtful about something.
"What is it?" She asked, curious. Knowing her best friend, it was something that was obviously stumping her.
Miley glanced at her and then answered in a quiet voice, "Well, I was thinking..." She trailed off and then continued, "Do you...do you like, remember it?"
Lilly blinked. "Well...not really," She answered after a moment. "I mean, I remember getting into the car to go home, but, after that..." She shook her head. "It's like it never happened."
"Well, that sucks," Miley decided loudly. "Whoever it was ended up near-totaling your SUV, right? And he drove off as soon as it happened."
Lilly nodded. "According to my mom, it's the classic, scandalous, hit and run case. But she's pretty eager to get it repaired. So that's a good thing."
Miley laughed. "If that happened to me, my dad wouldn't even let me near a car until I left for college."
"It's just really weird, because...well, I guess I just don't think it's such a big deal because I don't remember any of it," Lilly confessed.
Miley shrugged. "I would feel the same way."
Lilly shook her head with a small laugh. "Apparently I was unconscious when they first found me, concsious when they put me in the ambulance, and then unconscious again by the time I was inside the hospital."
"You just couldn't make up your mind," Miley said with a large grin on her face.
They all laughed.
'They' including the nameless boy who suddenly appeared on the lounge chair beside Lilly.
Thanks for the reviews :) I'm super excited because this is the fastest I've ever been able to put together a chapter. They usually have varying lengths though, depending on what I'm thinking about or the specifics of the plot. This is about average, if not a little below it. :D
