After a head injury, people weren't the only things Lilly Truscott could see and she has a feeling she knows why. Especially because of the vanishing boy who keeps bothering her. AU. Loliver.
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i'm dreaming of sleeping next to you
i'm feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new town
i'm counting my sheep and each one that passes
is another dream to ashes
and they all fall down.
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She suddenly became lightheaded as soon as she noticed him and quickly assumed it was the rising level of panic.
"Um, you know, Miley, I think I have 27 Dresses up in my room somewhere," Lilly said, trying to avoid stuttering too much at the pissed look the boy had. "Can you go look for it?"
"Why?" Miley asked happily without looking up. Lilly gave her a glare.
"Oh, I don't know, because we can watch it?" She said sarcastically.
Miley raised an eyebrow at her, but complied and left, taking her chocolate with her.
Once she was gone Lilly leaned backwards and took a deep breath. "It's a shame I don't actually own that movie," She said mostly to herself.
"Help me," The boy muttered quietly.
"I'd help if I knew your name," She retorted, her voice suddenly cold.
He didn't reply. She heard the loud crash and shattering of a broken plate from the kitchen and gave him a glare. "Thanks for that. Another broken plate to cut my foot off with."
"It's not important," He told her in a low voice. "I need your help."
"I need your name," Lilly responded automatically, folding her arms.
He rolled his eyes and sat back in the lounge chair without saying anything. After a few moments he said brightly, "We're all in such wonderful moods today, don't you think?" with a large, friendly grin.
Lilly didn't answer. Which probably wasn't a very good idea because then he was sitting right next to her, a little too close for comfort. Great, she thought bitterly. I'm going to be raped by the vanishing boy.
"Do you know who I am?" He asked very quietly into her ear.
She gave him a hard glare. "No, seeing as you never actually told me your name."
He stared at her with an unreadable look on his face, and then stated quietly, "I'm no one you would know."
Lilly stood up and spun around to face him angrily. "Look, all I want to know is who you are, what you are, and why you keep following me everywhere!" She stated loudly. "Are you going to sit and watch me sleep tonight, too?!"
It was then that she realized that may have been a little loud. One reason was because the room was now spinning and the probability of her tripping and cracking her skull open (again) was increasing rapidly, and another reason was because she heard Miley coming down the stairs.
She gave him a very pissed glare, which he replied to by giving her a big smile and vanishing again.
"Lils? Who were you shouting at?" Miley asked, looking just a little bit disturbed at the idea of her best friend talking to the couch. And possibly of the fact that she was standing up and glaring at it as if it had tried to eat her or something.
Lilly blinked and said almost immediately, "Uh, no one." Then she thought about it for a couple of seconds and stated almost nonchalantly, "Might have been because I wasn't shouting." She hoped that Miley didn't think she was going crazy or something. Or catching it from the person who was glaring at the couch just a second ago.
She heard his voice in her ear. "You're not a very good liar Lillian." She spun around. This time he wasn't even showing his stupid, cowardly, vanishing, stupid face. It was just him being ... invisible ... and whispering into her ear.
"Um...are you...feeling okay?" Miley asked slowly as if talking to a mental patient. Which was understandable. Maybe she had that mental illness when you saw and heard things that weren't really there. Now all she needed was a space ship, a big strapping guy, and a knife.
"Yeah, uh, I'm fine. Just a little dizzy." That was a partial lie. If she tried to walk back over to the couch she would probably trip and do the whole skull-cracking-open-thing again.
"Sure...anyway, I got a couple of different DVDs but I couldn't find 27 Dresses," Miley said, apparently not wanting to think of her friend as insane in any way, even though it's unhealthy to live in denial.
"Shame," Came his voice again. If Miley hadn't been standing five feet away Lilly would have started cussing at the invisible boy who was talking into her ear.
"Oh, okay, well..." Lilly tried to keep herself focused. Somehow she knew that that stupid boy was screwing with her head because she was becoming increasingly dizzy. "Maybe...we should watch one of...those."
At that point she decided it was probably a good idea to sit down on the couch. Even though she almost "sat down" on the floor and ended up with another concussion. She made it to the couch but found no immediate relief from the feeling that the room was just part of one big tilt-a-whirl.
"Watching a movie?" He asked, next to her again. "Which one?"
Just as the light-headedness was beginning to dissipate he decided to show his stupid face again. "You know what, Miley," Lilly began. "I'm actually not feeling very well. Maybe you should go home."
Miley gave her a confused look. "But-"
Lilly cut her off, her voice sounding strained. "I think you better leave." And then she added in a bit of a less psycho-killer tone, "If I like die or something my mom will think it's your fault if you're here ... And I need a nap."
"But I thought you just-"
"Please, Miley," Lilly said again. Now her head was pounding as if someone had put a bomb in it. Who knows, maybe they did it while she was in the hospital. They probably could if they wanted to.
Miley gave her a suspicious look this time. "Fine, but I'm definately coming over tomorrow."
Lilly put on the biggest grin she could manage without her face snapping in two or her head exploding from the pressure. "I don't doubt that whatsoever. Goodbye!"
As soon as she heard the door slam shut she exhaled loudly and pretty much just collapsed on the couch. "You can come out now. That person, you know, the one who thinks I'm insane now, yeah, she's gone," She told no one in particular. Except for maybe the walls. The walls might have wanted to know that.
He appeared on the lounge chair again. "I can't control it," He stated quietly.
"What, nearly making me pass out? Oh, no, of course not, because a vanishing boy is definately not special whatsoever."
He didn't answer for a moment, but as soon as she glanced at him, he said very calmly, "Everything happens for a reason."
"What's your name?" Lilly knew it was rather blunt. And kind of jerkish to ignore him like that. But she really needed to know his name. She needed more than 'vanishing boy' to yell at him with.
He hesitated, as if considering names in his head. Maybe he was going to lie to her and say he was Russian or Scottish or Martian or something. And the sad thing was, after all of the disappearing and appearing, she would probably believe him.
But then he said it, very quietly to her, and it was as if he was right next to her, whispering into her ear. But he said it and that was why she kept her mouth shut.
"Oliver Oken," He told her softly. "My name is Oliver Oken."
:P Of course I was going to do that. It was so totally expected...well to me it was. After all, it IS a LOLIVER! Super kudos to anyone who caught my reference with the whole spaceship thing ;)
I promise to update TSC as soon as I have access to the computer I saved it on...because I'm just that intelligent and I don't have it anywhere else.
