A/n: Lately, I've been feeling like my writing has been slacking. I can't write in sentences anymore. Lol I think I've been spending too much time on AIM. Well long story short, this chapter might be a little…rushed, and not well written. I promise to practice more before I start a new story.

Oliver woke up to something pecking at his neck.

'Mhmm" he let out a soft moan. There was a light pecking at his neck. He turned his head to get a better feel. Then it hit him. Who the hell would be in my room? And touching my neck? He jumped up quickly and looked around. Sure enough, there was a seagull at his neck, trying to retrieve an ant crawling on the sand. He quickly laughed at himself and shooed it away. Then he looked around again and realized where he was. The beach. And what happened the night before. Lily! She looked over and there was Lily, asleep, her long blonde hair settled on his arm. She stifled a small yawn, and turned, still asleep. Now she was facing Oliver.

Oliver smiled. She looked beautiful as ever.

He looked at his watch. 7:56

"Shoot!" he whispered. He took of his sweater, gently laid it over Lily, and got up, heading towards the entrance of the beach.

Oliver sighed and approached the front door of Lily's house.

Closing his eyes, he counted to 3 and rang the doorbell.

A very pale Mrs. Truscott answered the door.

"Oliver? Lily's not home, sorry." She said. She began to close the door but Oliver blocked it with his firm grasp.

"I'm not looking for Lily, I want to talk to you." He said.

"Nots not the time." She said.

"Why?" Oliver tested her.

"I don't think that's any of your business."

"It is my business when it hurts my best friend." Oliver declared.

"What are you talking about?" she said.

"You know what im talking about. I suggest you get some help, before you lose your own daughter." Oliver glared right at her.

"Me and Lily are doing just fine, Oliver."

"See? She's not fine. If you could pry yourself away from alcohol for once you would notice." Oliver said.

"Excuse me, you have no right to talk to me like that." Mrs. Truscott said.

"And you have no right to treat your daughter like that. Look, I'm sorry, I care for the ones I love, and I don't want to see Lily hurt anymore. Try to help yourself, for her." Oliver looked her in the eye once more, and turned around to leave.

Mrs. Truscott watched him leave, a tear rolling down her check.

How could I do that to Lily? She thought.

Lily woke up to sound of waves crashing against the shore. It took her a second to figure out where she was. Then she smiled, remembering the events of last night.

The warmth of Oliver's lips meeting hers, his smell of Drakkar Noir A/n I did get this from The Clique. I don't know if it's a real cologne, lol

Oliver, where was he? She searched the beach. No one was there but her. But his sweater was lay atop her sand covered shirt. Sighing, she got up, brushed herself off, and walked home.

As Lily rounded the corner to her street, she could see about 4 people outside her house, one including her mom. She quickened her pace to see what was going on.

"Mom? Where are you going? What's going on?" Lily asked worried.

Her mom had a large suit case and a small hand bag. Her dad was in the front seat, and her mom was about to get in the passenger seat.

"Lily! Hunny" Her mom's face lightened at the site of her daughter.

She ran to hug Lily. She cupped her face and looked at her.

"I'm so sorry, Lillian." She said and she gave her another hug.

Lily knew what she meant. "It's ok mom." She hugged her mother.

"No its not. I didn't know I was hurting you. I'm going to get help. I'm going to get better." She reassured her.

Lily just tightened her grasp around her mother.

Her mother kissed her forehead and walked to the car.

"Mom!" Lily called and her mother looked up.

"I'm so proud of you." She said.

Mrs. Truscott smiled and opened the door.

"And mom? One more thing."

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Lily. More then you will ever know." Her mother smiled, got in the car, and Mr. Truscott gave Lily a warm smile, and they wre off.

For the first time in weeks, Lily smiled big. Her trouble finally seemed distant.

She turned to walk into the house.

And was surprised to see Oliver and Miley on the stairs.

"Lily! Why didn't you tell me?" Miley asked, running to her best friend.

She gave her a huge hug. "Are you alright?"

Oliver followed in her footsteps, and interlaced his hands with Lily's.

Lily grinned and looked at him.

"I am now." She said

End Story. that was final chapter.