After a head injury, people aren't the only things Lilly Truscott can see.
ugh. i'm so mad right now. but i wont go into details.
...
ok, so usually i do my own laundry, and yesterday my brother did a load of my clothes. including the jacket i had my phone in.
D:
you can probably guess what happened. so now my dad's making me take it apart (which i have no idea how to do) and let it dry before we even talk about the insurance they put on me and my brother's phones last week. it'll cost 50 dollars to replace it, so... :X
anyway. enough about my problems. let's read about lilly truscott's.
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you.
you were a friend.
you were a friend of mine,
i let you spend the night
you see how it was my fault.
of course it was mine.
i'm too hard at work
have you ever heard of anything so absurd ever in your life?
i'm sorry for wasting your time.
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"Lillian!"
The annoying, rather sing-song calling of her name was repeating.
As soon as she was capable of thinking complicated enough thoughts to realize that, she rolled over and mumbled something incoherently but showed no other signs of intelligence.
"Should have woken up earlier," Came his non-pitying voice. "Someone knocked on the door. They had cake."
She groaned.
"Oh stop it, Lillian."
Again. Non-pitying.
"Just wait, then?" He demanded. The way she was laying, to any normal person she'd look dead. But of course.
He was no normal person.
She rolled over again after a few moments and finally noticed Oliver watching her from across the room. And then she began to wonder where she was and why.
"Oliver," She said slowly, proving that she was capable of actually speaking. "Why am I in my living room?"
He gave her an apologetic shrug. "Because you passed out on the sidewalk?"
Lilly shot up, her eyes wide as she stared at Oliver almost questioningly. "What..." she started.
"Okay, listen, if you pass out again, I am not helping you this time," He warned, interrupting her, although appearing a little concerned at the bewildered and confused look Lilly suddenly had on her face.
"Oliver, you're dead," She said, looking a little bit stumped and a little bit traumatized.
He shrugged again. "That's not news to me."
She shook her head. "But...if you're dead...why..." She trailed off and didn't speak for a moment.
He stood up and joined her on her living room couch. "Lilly," He said quietly, and she realized that must have been like the first time he hadn't called her 'Lillian'. "You..." He began, but hesitated suddenly.
"What?" Lilly asked, sitting up fully.
"You can see ghosts."
That shut her up.
There was a tense moment of silence.
"You have got to be kidding me," was the first thing she said.
The second thing she said was, "There is no way on this planet that I can see ghosts."
And the third thing she said, after trailing off and seeming to remember that she was talking to a dead boy, was "Oh God. I think you're right."
Oliver gave an apologetic shrug as she got up and attempted to ignore the blood rushing to her head. She began to pace as she often did.
"So...you're dead...but..." She trailed off again. "Why are you here if you're dead?"
Oliver shrugged again. "Dunno," was his answer, appearing on the lounge chair again.
"What time is it?" Lilly asked suddenly, spinning around and stopping her tense pacing to stare at Oliver.
"Four thirty-two and fifty-seven seconds," Oliver responded absentmindedly.
"Christopher will be home soon," She said, mostly to herself. "And if I'm not on my 'best behavior', mom will hear about it." She paused and looked back at Oliver. "You too. No making me look stupid in front of the people who are paying for my car."
He grinned. "Won't be my fault. Not to them."
She glared at him. "Yeah, well it will be to me. And you have that thing you need my help for, remember?"
The grin vanished.
He muttered something under his breath, and soon his grin wasn't the only thing that was gone.
Lilly glanced around, as if waiting for him to pop up out of no where again. But when that never happened, she just blinked and left the room.
The doorbell rang.
"It's open!" Lilly called from the kitchen setting down her sandwich.
There was an agitated jiggling of the doorknob, then the doorbell rang again.
"Nevermind," She added, standing up and walking to the door.
As soon as she opened it she was pulled out of her house.
She let out a shriek of protest as a hand slapped over her mouth and another wrapped around her stomach.
"Shh," A voice whispered into her ear after a moment. "It's just me."
She turned around slowly, the hand lifting from her mouth, and found herself plastering a fake smile on her face.
"Look, it's...Lucas..." She trailed off, mainly for lack of anything to say. She was feeling confused. Not so sure how she looked.
"What, no hug?" He questioned, almost puzzled. She gave him a look that made it seem like she had any idea what was going on, then embraced him.
"Wow, you actually thought before you hugged me," Lucas said, looking down on her. "You really must have hit your head hard."
She put on her serious face and responded, "You have no idea."
He laughed, and pulled away from her. "I've been worried."
"From what I've heard, you're not the only one," Lilly said in a way that should have come with a lopsided, sarcastic smirk.
"Come inside. I have food."
Lucas grinned. "Good. I'm starved."
Two minutes later and they were both on the couch, sharing a bag of chips.
"So, what have I missed so far at school?"
Lucas shrugged. "It's been insane. Everyone's asking me what happened, and frankly, I haven't even heard a version of what happened that makes sense, even from Miley."
Lilly shook her head with a laugh. "That's probably true."
He turned to face her. "So...what really happened?"
She didn't want to go into extreme details, so she shrugged in a similar fashion to him and answered after a split second's hesitation, "I was in a car accident."
Lucas gave her a look. "I know that much by now. What really, really happened?"
Lilly sighed. "I swerved when this guy pulled out in front of me, and I hit a telephone pole. Not that big of a deal."
"But people are saying you were in the hospital for a week. That's a big deal."
She shrugged again. "I just hit my head."
He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that much I've established."
She glanced at him. "What did Miley tell you?"
Lucas blinked. "The usual Miley stuff, you were hit in the side by a military hummer, rolled down a hill, and hit a telephone pole. Oh, and you were in a life-threatening coma all last week." He laughed. "Crazy right?"
She laughed with him for a minute then said, "Not so much."
He looked at her. "What?"
"The last part is sort of true."
He stared at her. "Oh. Well, sorry, I guess. It just sounded so absurd...and Miley said it..."
"Be quiet. I forgive you," She said with another of her fake smiles.
"Really?" He said, with a half-smile.
Lilly had just thought of Oliver and how grateful she was that he wasn't intruding on her personal business when he appeared. On the lounge chair. Again.
She did her best to ignore him until she felt him whispering into her ear. That was when she turned around to look at him sitting in a chair behind her.
"He waits for the right moment."
He gave her a look, and vanished.
And suddenly it was black, and she was falling.
And then they were falling together.
