After a head injury, people aren't the only things Lilly Truscott can see.
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well, i suppose we'll all make our judgment call
we'll walk it alone, stand up tall, then march to the fall
so we better be happy now that we'll all go home.
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Lilly found herself staring at a particularly interesting spot on the couch. To her dismay, the suddenly-named boy was gone again and all she had found out was his name.
"Oliver Oken," She whispered to herself. To her frustration she found it was subtly familiar but she didn't recognize him from anywhere recently. But as she considered it, she decided that her whole brain-bashing situation probably had made her ability to recognize people from before a little fuzzy.
The only reason she actually remembered Miley when she first woke up was probably because as soon as Miley had seen her awake for the first time, there had been a chorus of excited and worried screaming and jumping all around the room and bouncing off of the walls and questioning as to what had happened and also whispering not-so-quietly to her if she had been drunk, as if everyone else in the room had been temporarily deafened by her excited screeching before.
Lilly's mother hadn't taken to that possibility easily and began to scold Miley's father on Miley's actions, with Miley still blabbering excitedly about some lunch food or other that had randomly appeared on Amber Addison's face while she had been gone, and her father arguing angrily back at Lilly's mother with that oh-so-romantic and wonderful chemistry that had been decided a while back that they had with each other.
And that was when Lilly had announced that she really needed some painkiller. For some reason the entire room had gone silent then and for a split second Lilly wondered if her head had exploded or something.
That was also why she was finding her best friend increasingly annoying and sometimes a completely air-headed idiot, which for some reason had never occurred to her before she drove herself into a metal pole.
After deciding that the interesting spot on the couch which had been where Oliver was sitting only a few moments earlier was no longer as interesting as it was, Lilly stood up, ignoring the sudden dizziness and the temporary blackening of her surroundings, and proceeded to at least minimize the size of the truckload of "exciting things" that was sitting on her coffee table.
"Oliver," She said to herself, and repeated the name more than once. It was extremely frustrating and annoying that she could not remember if she actually knew him or not. She contemplated this as she moved from the living room to the kitchen and began to clean up the plate that Oliver had delicately placed in millions of shards on the floor.
Lilly woke up slowly the next morning. The sun coming in from partly-parted blinds was devouring her bed in light, and Lilly didn't favor that very much. She began to regret even opening the blinds in the first place.
But then she realized she had never opened the blinds.
"Oliver!"
She shot up in bed and nearly passed out again, but managed to regain her composure. There was a pregnant pause as she stared at the boy who was sitting casually on the couch across from her bed.
Finally he put on a grin and responded, "Hello!"
She just stared at him. "Why the hell did you do that?"
"Do what?" He questioned, the blinds flicking shut behind him.
"Do that!"
"What?"
The blinds opened.
"That!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
The blinds shut.
"This is pointless," Lilly declared angrily. "Why are you in my room?"
Oliver shrugged. "I'm lonely."
"Get a cat." Lilly got out of bed, still glaring at him. "I don't understand why you keep following me around everywhere."
"You will soon," He called after her as she headed to the bathroom, a grin still plastered on his face.
She ignored him, and continued to ignore him when she finally left her bathroom an hour later. She was a little grateful that he didn't pop up with that stupid smile on his face when she was in the shower.
What really bugged her was the fact that when she decided to leave the house on that particular sunny Saturday morning slash afternoon, he followed her again.
"Oliver," She stated slowly as she walked down the sidewalk.
"Yes Lillian?" He asked happily.
"Is this your weird, twisted idea of fate?"
He stopped walking and she had to turn around and face him.
"What?" He questioned, suddenly sounding rather confused.
"You know, the whole bugging me, following me around, making me look like an idiot in front of the people who were practically there when I had my head bashed against a steering wheel? Is this your idea of fate?"
He shook his head. "No," He began. "I'll tell you a secret, though." He lowered his voice as if someone else was listening.
"I want to help you, and I want you to help me," He stated quietly. "Please. I don't know why I'm here. I don't know why I'm here with you. All I know is, I'm supposed to help you, and you're supposed to help me."
Lilly stared at him. "So I'm...stuck with you until I help you with whatever the heck it is you need help with?"
"And me you."
Lilly rolled her eyes. "Great. And what is it exactly you need help with?"
"I...don't know."
He grinned suddenly. "But, just think of me as a friend, until then. A friend that follows you everywhere."
Lilly blinked, then shook her head and turned away. "Whatever." She began to walk again but found herself frustrated at the fact that the boy who was being forced for some reason to follow her was following her.
But, she chose to ignore it, because she found herself taking interest in something else. "Has...it always been this crowded on this?" She questioned slowly, surprised at the many people she suddenly noticed walking around, almost aimlessly.
Oliver shrugged. "I dunno. I'm not the one who lives here," He stated as if Lilly was a completely airheaded idiot.
She spun around to glare at him, before turning back and walking up to a random person. "Hi," She said really loudly. "Do you live here?"
The guy blinked. "Yes," He stated blankly after a moment. "At least, I did."
Lilly tilted her head a little. "What do you mean...you did?"
At that moment someone proceeded to walk directly through the guy she was talking to. Not around. Through. And that was why she found herself staring at the guy with her mouth wide open as if trying to catch flies, not only being talked to like a completely airheaded idiot, but probably looking like one as well.
The fact that the guy gave her a sick smile and then disappeared into thin air - well, that didn't help either.
Most of the story is planned out. No fretting over which relationship to choose, the ending, the tragic climax... :) Just want to let you know that it's all either written down, mapped out in my head, or a combination of the two.
ALSO! As it appears not only in the summary but it's already being implied here, this story is a definite Loliver. BUT! There may be some very short and unsuccessful...
LAKE?! (GASP. WHAT TREACHERY IS THIS?!)
