She can't sleep. Usually once the thunder and lightening stop, she's out like a light. Being scared is exhausting. This time though…the rain isn't even pounding against the roof anymore and she's still wide awake. She's glancing around the room, trying to figure out exactly what it is. The electricity went out once while they were there, nearly panicking her back into her corner but what was really bugging her about it now was that it had reset the alarm clock on Oliver's side of the bed. It just kept blinking 10:34. It was like false lightening, every few minutes like just when she was just tired enough to sleep like clockwork. Which she guessed that it was so it wasn't really that surprising.

And then there was the TV. Not theirs, the one in the next room over. It was on too loud. The movie was quiet for the most part, but she did not like what she heard of it one bit. Every once in a while she would hear something along the lines of "Oh, don't stop. That feels so good" or "Jen! I thought you wouldn't be home tonight…Care to join us?" Which was always affirmative, and it usually was followed by a good amount of moaning.

Normally she would have just stuffed her pillow over her head and screamed into it, or gone and knocked on the adjoining door with some derogatory comments towards whoever was on the other side. She would now if she wouldn't risk waking up Oliver.

There he was, smirking like he did in the day time, and sleeping like a baby. It made her want to hit him. And then there was the other thing…somehow he'd gotten his arms around her waist. She didn't know how he'd managed, they'd ended up with a queen size mattress and she had been awake. Not to mention, it had never happened in all the years they'd shared their tiny twin-sized beds at home during sleepovers. Maybe she'd been too busy being mad at the alarm clock and he'd snuck over. For the life of her she couldn't remember, but she did know that she didn't want to embarrass them both by having him find out. So she'd just hope he would let go sometime while he slept. That had been 3 hours ago. And it still hadn't happened.

So there she was, lying there with him wrapped around her cursing herself for feeling all warm and snuggly when she faintly heard a noise coming from him. Her heart stopped, he couldn't have just said what she'd thought he said. Clearly, she must be delusional from being so over tired. Yes, that was it she'd gone completely loony. And his face was pressed pretty tightly into her back so it was pretty easy to misunderstand him. So she could just forget about it and try to sleep some more. Yep, she'd do that. So she closed her eyes tight and pressed her head into her pillow, hoping that his arms would be off her when she woke up.

"Lilly," He mumbled, and she couldn't help but jump a little and sneak a glance at him. He was still sleeping. Oh god, he was saying her name in his sleep. That couldn't be good, could it? Well…actually…he could just be having one of those weird dreams where random people show up, like the one she had a few weeks ago where she was talking to a goat with his voice. Definitely, that was it.

And her definite decision lasted all of five seconds, "Lilly," He practically yelled, rolling over. Well…at least his arms were off her. "Will you stop running away from me?" Wait, what? "Lilly! Lilly, come back here!" No, don't Dream!Lilly, she thought desperately. Run, run, as fast as you can!

And then he was silent for a few minutes, just laying there sprawled over more than his fair portion of the bed. Lilly watched him intently, willing her dream self to be quick as a mouse and keep her big fat unreal mouth shut. Finally, she turned over and put her head down. She was really tired, and she could actually sleep now that Oliver had stopped with the subconscious cuddly crap. As she drifted off though, she could hear Oliver's voice, "I love you though," It said. "I love you."

-A-C-C-I-D-E-N-T-S-

"Lilly?" A voice broke her out of her trance. She looked up at him for a split second, before snapping her gaze back to the dashboard. It felt like she'd been staring at the dashboard all God-damn day. Stupid dashboard. Correction, stupid Oliver. She couldn't look at him yet he was the only other one on the stupid, stupid road trip.

"Uh-huh?" She mumbled robotically.

"You okay?" He muttered, and she could feel his concerned eyes burning into the side of her head.

Just dandy, she felt like saying. I'm just not sure whether my best friend said he loved me in his dream, or mine. Or which one is worse. Or why I haven't just called a cab to take me back to Malibu because clearly I went temporarily insane agreeing to spend this much time alone with you given how the past few weeks have been going. Instead she smiled fakely at him, "Fine," She stated. "Just tired," She added, because it wasn't a total lie. She'd only gotten about four hours sleep the night before.

"We should be there pretty soon." Oh joy, she'd get to see stupid Jake Ryan and his stupid flaming yellow hair. Maybe it would be good though, a distraction. Oh shit, she'd just thought of her best friend's baby daddy as a good distraction. She was a horrible person. She bit her lip to keep back the tears.

"Seriously, what's wrong?" And he's staring at her that stupid caring way of his, and she wants to hit him for it. She can't though, because then he'll know it's his fault and whatever lie she scrapped out of thin air in the two seconds before she answered wouldn't work.

So instead, she steadied her gaze to the window instead of the dashboard. "I was just thinking about Miley," she muttered, letting rest against the palm of her hand.

"Oh," He said quietly, shifting his own stare from her back to the empty road. "I guess I've kind of been kind of subconsciously avoiding that."

Then what the hell had he been thinking about for the past 14 hours? How good her cheese fries were? "It'll come back eventually," Except that was total BS. She was sitting there talking about it and she still wasn't thinking about it. Hell, they were six miles from the idiot she would have to kill for…um…er…ugh…yep, so there was no good way to say knocking up her best friend. Oh god, how could she be such a horrible person? All she cared about was Oliver and his stupid dream murmurings and how to word the inevitable 'pregnant' stamp on Miley's forehead.

"Are you crying?" He was looking at her again. Why couldn't he just keep his stupid brown eyes on the road instead of her?

"No," She muttered, turning her face to hide the few droplets that had trickled down.

"Lilly, I know this is hard and I know it's only getting harder now that we're closer and closer to Jake but we don't have to do this," He pulled the car over onto the side of the road. "Miley never asked us to. In fact, I'm pretty sure she'd kill us if she knew we were here. So what do you want to do? You say it and it's goodbye Albuquerque and back to Malibu."

"I don't care about any of that," Now that had come out a little harsher then she meant it. He didn't have to go and give that whole speech though, with that stupid sweet look on his face. It sent little butterflies off in her stomach, in fact, since she wasn't used to them, she blamed the butterflies for her tone. "I care that my best friend's life is forever changed, and in nine months our friendship will probably be put under a strain that might break it forever and all I care about is a boy."

Oh crap, had she really just said that out loud? Apparently judging from the stunned look on Oliver's face. Oh God, she really couldn't have made this worse could she? …Well, at least she hadn't said 'you'. You would have been worse.

Why wasn't he saying anything? And why did he have to keep staring at her like that? Was he judging her? He should be judging her. Except he probably wasn't , he was probably wondering how she could possibly blame it on him. Even she knew she couldn't though, this was her fault.

She'd kissed him.

"A boy?" He finally spoke, looking down. "Who?"

"Just this guy, you don't know him," That was laughable. He knew him better than anybody, almost as well as he knew her.

"When are you ever without me long enough to meet a guy and develop a thing for him?" See, even he wasn't stupid enough to fall for it. And he was pretty gullible. In 2nd grade she'd convinced him that since Crayola markers were labeled 'washable' that they could be used as face paint. And he hadn't figured out otherwise until their teacher caught her drawing a tiger mask on him, and by then it was way too late.

"Never mind, I don't want to talk about it," She mumbled, looking out the window. "Let's just accept the fact that I'm a horrible person and move on to killing Jake."

He turned the key in the ignition, and rebuckled his seatbelt. Before he shifted gears he looked at her though, "You'll never be a horrible person, Lils."

AN: More than a month to update. Ugh, so bad of me. Especially since I had like 90% of this written all month. The next one will be up quicker, I promise. And we'll actually get to see Jake next chapter too. Don't get ahead of yourselves on the Miley thing though, she never ceases to provide even more drama as Lilly stated in the first chapter. : D