Chapter 14: Misunderstandings

Miley's POV

I ran into the school the next morning and crashed into someone, sending me and my backpack flying down. Luckily, I was okay and didn't hit my stomach to hurt the baby. I collected my things and stood up to find the other person doing the same. I looked into her eyes, seeing sorrow, and at the same moment we shouted, "I'm Sorry!" causing us to giggle.

"What are you sorry for? I'm the one who left and went all crazy on you over Logan. It's all my fault Miley. Please forgive me?" She asked.

"Of course I forgive you, Lilly. And I'm sorry for not making up with you sooner or seeing your point of view. If you told me you were having Jackson's baby after I didn't even know you guys talked to each other, I'd react the same way. Forgive me?"

"Absolutely!" She replied, her usual hyper self.

"Hugs?" We chanted together before embracing in a hug that was long overdue. We pulled apart and linked arms, walking to our lockers, which were next to each other, making it difficult to have avoided each other all this time.

"So, are you moving back to my house?" Lilly asked.

I didn't get a chance to answer because just then Oliver came over.

"Oh my gosh! You guys made up! This is great!! Now we're the Three Amigos once again!" Oliver celebrated, thrusting his fists in the air.

Lilly and I chuckled. "Yeah, but it also means I'll be moving back in with Lilly." I told him.

Oliver's mood completely changed. He lowered his arms and frowned, looking deflated before straightening up and forcing a smile. "That's okay. At least we've got our Lilly back." He strained. I looked at him confused before Lilly spoke, breaking my train of thought.

"Aww, poor Ollie, now he'll have to sleep in his bed all alone." She laughed, clearly finding the situation very amusing. I looked at Oliver and he grinned diabolically.

"Hey, Lilly?" He asked and she nodded, calming down from her laughing fit. "You know, you ran out of the cafeteria after we told you, and Miley and I kind of got the feeling that there was something you weren't telling us. We didn't push it while you guys were fighting, but I think that you need to tell us now, since we told you what happened between us." Her eyes went wide, but calmed down after a millisecond, probably because she thought of another excuse and was prepared to lie to us.

"And don't lie, Lilly." Oliver said, having the same thoughts as me. "We know that it has to do with Jackson, so if he's not included in your explanation, we'll know you're lying." She went back to the 'shocked look' that I'm sure I was mirroring because I had no idea Oliver had figured that out himself.

He shrugged, seeing my look, and we both turned to Lilly expectantly.

"Fine." She announced after a minute. "I'll tell you the truth, but you can't hold it over me or Jackson, or anything. We're both still a bit embarrassed and we really don't want it brought to our attention more than it has to be."

Oliver and I nodded, so she told the story, keeping it very vague because I guess she was just that embarrassed.

"You know how there are certain things that you don't wear clothes for? Well, because what we were doing required nudity, Jackson and I saw each other naked." She spit out very quickly before rushing off to first period, leaving Oliver and I standing there with our jaws and books dropped as the bell rang, causing everyone else to run out of the hallway.

"Oh."

"My."

"Gawd."

We turned to each other.

" Jackson and Lilly had sex!"


Lilly's POV

I raced to first period after embarrassing myself in front of Miley and Oliver. I mean, honestly! Jackson! It had to be Miley's brother. Of all people! I must look like such a hypocrite! Oh no! She's going to think that's the only reason I made up with her! I banged my head on my desk repetitively before the teacher came over.

"Are you feeling okay, Ms. Truscott?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Sorry. Continue."

"Thank you." He said before returning to the lesson.

At least I was vague, so they won't know how long I stared or Jackson stared, or anything. I ran through my speech again in my head and realized a big mistake. I think I was too vague. Miley and Oliver are going to assume something much worse than us seeing each other going to take a shower.

"Oh my gosh!" I shouted, standing up.

"What is it now, Ms. Truscott?"

"I have to take care of something." I replied as I ran out of the room. I sprinted to Miley and Oliver's first class and told the teacher that there was an emergency and I needed them. She refused, claiming that something about the Industrial Revolution and Marxist Socialism are more important unless an emergency can be explained. I simply sighed and walked out of the room.

Lunch couldn't come fast enough, and when it finally did, Miley and Oliver were no where to be seen. I sat with Jackson again and told him what happened. He laughed rather than freaking out as I was! Boys…


Miley's POV

Oliver and I helped out a teacher during lunch because I didn't want to face Lilly, and Oliver couldn't argue with that. After school, we drove straight to Oliver's house. We pulled into the driveway, and I sighed, neither of us moving to get out of the car. We turned to each other, and I spoke,

"So, um I guess I'll be heading back to Lilly's, you know, after I get my stuff packed up."

"Yeah, I guess that's best." He replied, with the same deflated attitude as earlier.

"You don't want me to leave?" I teased.

"Of course not! We're having so much fun. I like living with you." He replied, slightly shocking me at his honesty.

"Aww! I'll miss you too, Oliver! But this is how it's supposed to be, don't ya think?

"Sure." He replied, glumly. I gave him a reassuring smile, before proceeding to exit the car. Before I was all the way out, Oliver pulled me back in and into a hug. "If you ever need anything, you or the baby, I'm always here." He said, pulling back and smiling.

I smiled back and said, "Thanks, Oliver. That means the world to me."

We shared a last glance before getting out of the car and going into the house, straight up to Oliver's room, since his family wasn't home yet.

It took us an hour to pack up all my stuff because it was thrown so randomly around the room and bathroom. But finally, we finished, after many laughs, at the same time that Oliver's mom and brother walked through the door. He went downstairs to greet them, as my cell phone rang. I picked it up, "Hello?"

"Hi, Miley Stewart?"

I nodded before realizing that they couldn't see me and instead saying, "yes."

"This is Miranda from the Office of Pregnancy Consultancy I'm informing you on behalf of your doctor that there is availability for a paternity test tomorrow afternoon if you are interested for an appointment. He says that you are now in the best time of your pregnancy to do the test, but you have to have DNA samples from potential fathers so that they can be tested. Even if you are pretty sure of the father, bring backup DNA- the more the better."

"Oh, okay, Miranda, I think I can do it. What time?"

"Would right after school, 3:30, be okay?"

"Yes, that's perfect. Thank you."

"You're very welcome. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up, and looked around the room for anything I left. My eyes landed on Oliver's dresser and more closely, his hairbrush. I walked over to it and touched a few pieces of hair, that were loose, laying on the wood underneath the brush.

A thought occured to me...Why is Oliver being so protective. Could he be...? Nah. Even if I was drunk...I know who Oliver is...and Oliver isn't one to get drunk, so he'd remember..and he wouldn't have sex with anyone UTI. So...It can't be..I'll...just take some for...comparing, and to DEFFINETLY rule him out. I'm sure it's Logan, but she said the more the better. So...why not?

I placed the chocolate brown hairs in a plastic baggy I had extra from packing my stuff up. I shoved it in my suitcase and zipped the luggage up.

As I continued looking around, my eyes darted to the bed where Oliver and I had shared the past few nights together. As happy as I was making up with Lilly, it was bittersweet to be leaving Oliver and these comforting nights behind.

I hauled my suitcase to the top of the stairs, where Oliver was just on his way up. He shook his head at me, smiling, and took down my bags with ease. We got to the front door and his family was waiting there. I hugged each person good-bye, thanking them for allowing me to stay, and then followed Oliver out to the car. I got in the passenger side and he climbed into the driver's seat.

Oliver drove to Lilly's house, but stopped at the edge of the block. He parked the car next to the corner, and unbuckled, shifting to face me. I copied his movement and waited.

"I changed my mind. I don't think this is how it's supposed to be." He shared. I stared, unsure of exactly how he was feeling, but knowing I was going to miss him too, so I threw myself into his arms, hugging his torso. He eagerly hugged back.

A few tears escaped down my cheeks as I realized that I was going to really miss living with Oliver. He was so accommodating, and it was comforting to sleep in his bed, next to him, each night.

I don't know how long we sat there hugging and thinking, but before I knew it the streetlights were coming on and I knew that everyone would be worried about where we were if we didn't get to Lilly's soon. So, I pulled back and looked into Oliver's eyes. They were so big and brown that I really felt like I was hurting him by leaving.

"Thank you so much for everything, Oliver. You don't know how much it means to me." I said, honestly.

"Anytime, Miles. Seriously, anytime. You're always welcome back." I smiled. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm not there." He smiled, hitting my arm lightly. "And don't go too crazy with Logan." He whispered, so I almost didn't hear him. I was going to ask what he meant, but the look Oliver gave me made me realize that there was something he knew, but didn't want to tell me, and I didn't feel like pushing him when I knew he wasn't going to say.

"Don't worry." I replied, kissing his cheek, before sitting back in my seat and buckling up, waiting for him to do the same. He lifted his hand to his cheek, smiled, and buckled up before removing his hand and driving me the rest of the way to Lilly's with a smile on his face.

When we pulled up to the house, Lilly and Jackson were waiting on her porch swing, talking. The events from earlier this day hit Oliver and I at the same time- we turned to each other, worriedly, not knowing what to say, now knowing about Lilly and Jackson's togetherness. We didn't have much time to think because Lilly came racing towards us.

"Hey, guys! What took so long? We were worried."

"Oh, you know, just saying good-bye." I replied, giving Oliver's hand a squeeze before getting out of the car and going to get my bags. Oliver and Jackson beat me to it, taking them out before I got a chance. Oliver carried them inside, while Jackson hugged me. "I missed you, sis." He smiled, "But, tell anyone that, and I'll deny." I laughed and told him the same thing. He took my arm and led me inside where Oliver and Lilly were standing together silently.

I didn't want to make things more awkward, so I didn't bring up anything about what Lilly said before, but I wanted to know how it had happened so badly. I figured, though, that it wasn't best to bring up with the boys here, so I kept my mouth shut, figuring that Lilly would tell me later.

"I can't take it anymore!" Oliver yelled. "What happened?! How did you two end up having sex?" He shouted. All of our eyes widened, not only at Oliver's outburst, but at the fact that Logan and Mrs. Truscott walked into the room, having heard everything.


Credit: SVUlover wrote the part where Miley takes Oliver's hair because her idea was better than mine. haha, thank you, beta. XD

AN: SO SO SO Sorry about the wait. I'm on break and trying to write as much as I can. Hopefully enough. I am SO sorry. I'm the worst. This is why I write stories over the summer. Next time I'll wait, and until summer I'll satisfy you with one-shots. Happy late Valentine's Day to those of you who didn't read my valentine's day one-shot. And uhh I guess that's it. Review if you still read, which I wouldn't blame you for giving up on me by now.