"You'll make sure she's okay?" Miley whispered to Oliver, placing her juicy couture bag over her shoulder. She was dressed in a pair of teal hollister shorts, and a plain white beater. He her was up in a tight bun and she had a pair of worn out Nike sneakers on. It was 9 a.m. and Miley was on her way out for her early workout and rehearsal. She woke Oliver up in the process. She knew he would, but she needed to make sure he was going to look after Lilly today. She felt awful she couldn't be there for her best friend, but she has Hannah buisness.

Oliver rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, still drowsy from the sleep he just awoke from. He rubbed them until his vision became clear, and he could see an anxious Miley standing in front of his bed. He sat up slowly, "I told you, Miley. I'll be here for her." He whispered back. It was good thing they were whispering, because thats all Oliver could really do right now.

Miley smiled at him. She knew he was sincere. Of course he would be there for Lilly. Why'd she even have to ask? "I know, Oliver." She said softly, walking towards the door. Just then she remembered something. Before turning the door knob, she turned back around to face Oliver.

"Yeah?" He asked, noticing her movements. If she was going to ask him about being there for Lilly again, he was going to yell. Miley should know he'd do anything for her.

"You and Lilly are coming tonight, right?" Miley asked, looking at Oliver intently.

"To your big celebrity party? I don't think so, Miley. I think Lilly should lay low on the parties for a while." He was no longer whispering, and his voice leaked with concern. He didn't want anything like this to happen to Lilly ever again. Never did he want to see her like she was last night.

"But, if you guys don't come I won't see you all day!" Miley stomped her foot lightly, making barely any noise. She crossed her arms and looked down at the floor, obviously upset.

Oliver sighed, "I'm sorry I just don't think it's a -"

"good idea, I know." Miley sighed sadly. Oliver nodded. She knew he was right, but by the time she had to leave that party tonight she'd be home after midnight. Surely Lilly and Oliver would be asleep by then. And if not, it still doesn't leave them much time to hang out and talk about things. "Good luck breaking the news to Lilly. She was so excited for this party." Miley looked sadly at her sleeping friend, and softly shook her head before exiting the hotel room.

"Bye." She heard the distance sound of Oliver's voice from back in the hotel room. She stood outside the door for a while. She really wasn't feeling up for the gym , or the party, or even being Hannah today. She gave a half smile to her father, who was waiting for her and headed, unwillingly, to the gym.

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Lilly tossed in her bed, rolling over on her side. She slowly opened her eyelids, making out a blurry image of what she made out to be Oliver. The image became clearer, and it was indeed Oliver. He was sitting at her bedside, his back facing her. She let herself wake up for a moment. "Hey." She said, gaining the right amount of strength to speak. It came out barely audible and she wouldn't be surprised if Oliver hadn't even heard her.

But he did hear her, and his head shot around a little too quickly. He looked at Lilly, her eyes open and a small smile set on her face. "Finally." He breathed, standing up from her bed and walking over towards the dresser.

Lilly frowned, he didn't seem happy. Yet he didn't seem mad. There was no emotion in his voice, and his eyes didn't give anything away. She could always tell Oliver's emotions through his eyes. This was deffinitley different. She furrowed her eyebrows and forced herself to sit up in her bed. An aching pain quickly seared in her head, she put her hand to it and layed back down, groaning in the process.

"Here." She heard Oliver's voice hovering above her, and she opened her eyes to see him kneeling in front of her bed. He was holding out two asprins and a cup of water. "I figured you'd need this." He let out a small laugh as Lilly thankfully took the asprin from his hands. She carefully sat up in her bed again, drinking down the asprin with the water. She layed back down when she was finished.

"Thanks." She said softly. It was all she could really get out. She was so grateful for Oliver right now, and she had so much to say to him. It was weird to her, all she could get out was thanks. Since when was it hard to talk to Oliver? Well, after last night. last night. Honestly, Lilly couldn't remember exactley what happened last night. She remembered bits and pieces, like dancing with a cute boy and getting pushed and shoved in the mob. She looked over a Oliver, who was still kneeling in front of her bed and staring at her.

"Oliver." She said, looking him in the eyes. She was nervous, but most of all she was embarassed. But she needed to know what happened last night, and she'd rather hear it from Oliver then anyone else. "What, um, happened last night?" It was hard to get out, and she choked on her words.

Oliver sighed and looked over at Lilly. He look amused, "Well, I got to punch a kid." He grinned that goofy, lopsided grin.

Lilly let out a small giggle, it was all she could do or else she would of burst out, and smacked him with a pillow. "Seriously." She said, looking at him pleadingly.

He raised his eyebrows at her, "Seriously, Lilly. I punched a kid. You really don't remember?"

"No." Lilly breathed, "Why? What? I mean, Oh my God." Her eyes got wide and she shook her head, "Not because of me, right?" She asked. She was breathing heavily and was getting more nervous as each second passed.

"Well, not exactley. I mean, I did it because I wanted to. That guy was a sleeze." Oliver said, not wanting to upset Lilly.

"What guy?" Lilly asked. She was now sitting up in her bed, her nerves taking over and her weakness fading away.

"That guy you were dancing with. You know, the guy who um, gave you the.. alcohol." His face flushed white and he hung his head down. Almost as if he was the one who drank and got drunk, as if he was the one who was ashamed.

Lilly's eye widened. It was coming back to her, the 'pepsi', the dancing, the fit she threw at Miley. Oh God. Her face turned a bright shade of red with these memories occuring. She was utterly embarassed. She avoided eye contact with Oliver, wondering how in the world he could even stand her anymore. "Oh." She managed to get out in a whisper.

"Yeah," Oliver continued, his face still flushed, ignoring how uncomfortable Lilly was. "Well, I gave him what he deserved." Oliver shrugged, finally raising his head and looking at Lilly. He could see in her eyes that she was thankful. He gave her a light smile, which she returned in a huge grin. She leaned over the bed, embracing him in a huge hug.

"I don't know what I would do without you." She said into his ear, he could tell she was still grinning. He was now grinning as well and they stayed in that tight embrace for a while. It was comfortable, and both of them sure as hell didn't want to let go. But they had to sooner or later. Lilly was the first one to pull away, she was about to fall off the bed any second if she didn't.

Lilly gave him a toothy smile and laughed slightly, "How'd you guys get me back here, anyways?" She asked, letting the embarassment escape her. She was with Oliver, she had no reason to be embarassed about anything. She felt comfortable around him.

"Well, actually, I carried you. I have the bruises to prove it." He laughed, lifting up his sleeve and exposing his bruised arm. Lilly gasped. "I have one on my chest too, but it was worth it." He smiled at her, and Lilly felt her face heat up.

"I'm so sorry!" Lilly squealed, softly touching the bruise on his arm. "Does it hurt?" She asked, removing her focus from the bruise and looking up at Oliver.

He shook his head no, "Nah. It's fine. It's just a bruise." He laughed, "And look at these guns, a bruise doesn't even phase me." He folding his arm, trying to show off his lame excuse of a muscle.

Lilly laughed and rolled her eyes, "You're pathetic." She laughed again, "But really, thanks." She smiled softly, her eyes lighting up. She was so grateful for Oliver, and she wanted him to know that. But putting it in words was just too difficult. "I'm gonna make it up to you."

"You don't have to."

"I want to."

Oliver smiled, "If you insist. But that Hannah party is a no."

Lilly opened her mouth to fight back, but then remembered everything Oliver had done for her. She closed her mouth in defeat, "Fine. What do you want to do?" She asked as sweetly as possible. She was really looking forward to that party, but if Oliver didn't want to go, she wasn't going to.

Oliver smiled broadly, "Just put your bathing suit on and you'll find out." He stood up, walking into the bathroom clutching his own bathing suit.

"Okay.." Lilly said more to herself then anyone else, cautiously hopping out of bed and praying to God that those asprins would kick in soon.

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"No way. Absolutley Not." Lilly shook her head furiously, "I am not going on that."

"Lilly, come on!" Oliver complained, taking her hand and attempting to drag her towards the water slide.

"Oliver, see that tube." She said, pointing to a long tube, a glass-like aquarium looking thing. There were people going through on rafts, and around the tubes there were live, swimming sharks. "There are sharks above that tube. And if I go on that, they'll be above me!"

"It's not like you're swimming with them, they're not gonna eat you or anything!" Oliver protested back, still attempting to drag her to the slide. He sighed, letting go finally of her hand, "I'll be with you the entire time. They have two people tubes, you know. I won't let anything happen to you."

"Yeah, but, I don't know.." Lilly said, grabbing her arms shyly. Ugh! Why does he have to be so sweet about it? It made it all the harder to say no.

"Pleaseeeeeeeee!" Oliver pleaded like a little boy, giving Lilly a puppy dog pout.

Lilly rolled her eyes. There was one way to get out of this: run. "Oh my God, Oliver! Look! It's Jessica Simpson and she's in a bikini!" She yelled, pointing over to some random direction. Oliver's eyes widened and he quickly shot around, looking for the celebrity. Right then, Lilly ran for it, laughing insanely.

"What? Where? I dont see- HEY!" Oliver screamed, realizing now what Lilly was doing. She wasn't too far of a distance away, and Oliver started chasing after her.

"Ahh!" Lilly yelled. Oliver was gaining on her. She was still laughing, cutting through people and knocking over drinks.

"Watch it! Excuse me! No running by the pool!" Bystanders were yelling out words of complaints all over the place, but Lilly and Oliver didn't stop. Besides, it was kind of fun.

"I'm gonna get you, Truscott!" Oliver yelled, only a few feet behind Lilly.

"Never!" She semi- yelled/laughed back to him, turning around to stick her tounge out. Right then she went straight into a pool attendant, falling face first along with some shirley temples. Oliver, unable to stop himself from running so fast, slide right on the drinks and fell right beside Lilly.

"My hair!" Lilly laughed hysterically, feeling the top of her shirley temple soaked head.

"My drinks!" One snobby looking lady said, shooting dagers at Lilly and Oliver. They looked at eachother for a second, then starting bursting out laughing.

"I'm glad you think it's funny." Said some scary looking offical man, wearing a red uniform with the name tag 'Bob' written across it. Oliver snickered at his name. "Out! Both of you! You've caused too much disruption!" He yelled, pointing to were the exit gate was.

Lilly and Oliver did as they were told and stood up. They were trying as hard as they could to contain their laughter, "GO!" Bob yelled, still pointing towards the gate.

"We know were the gate is, you don't have to tell us." Oliver said, annoyed by this man. Lilly let out a little chuckle.

"I don't want any of your back talk boy, just get out! NOW!" At this point, they ran towards the gate. Finally out of there, they bursted out with laughter.

"We" laugh. "Gotta Tell." laugh. "Miley about that." more laughter. Lilly was clutching her stomach she was laughing so hard. Oliver nodded his head in agreement, trying to settle down.

"We never went on the slide." Oliver said glumly after they contained their laughter.

"Oh come on, that was fun." Lilly smiled, "You know it was."

"Yeah.. I missed Jessica Simpson though." He looked down at his feet.

Lilly burst out laughing.. again. "Oliver! You idiot!" She said, smacking him playfully on the arm.

"Ow! What?" He asked, utterly confused.

She rolled her eyes, "Jessica simpson wasn't really there! I made it up so I could run!"

"What?!" Olivers eyes widened, "Lilly!"

"I can't believe you thought- Hey, wait." Lilly said, looking at Oliver strangely. "You really thought Jessica Simpson was there but yet you still went after me?"

"Well, um," His face turned bright red, and he could feel it heating up. "I think my best friend is a little more important then Jessica Simpson." nice save!

"Aw, Oliver! Thanks! You're the only boy in the world who would ever chose me over Jessica Simpson."

He shrugged, "I doubt it, Lilly." He smiled at her, and she smiled back.

"Lets go save Miley from her awful double life." Lilly said sarcastically, mocking the way Miley always complains about it. They both laughed.

"We can't. She has that party in an hour." Oliver shrugged.

"Oliver, please! Let's go! Jessica Simpson might really be there!" She said, trying to tempt him into going.

Oliver looked at Lilly, he could tell she really wanted to go. He sighed, "Sure." He smiled. He was sure everything would be okay. He trusted Lilly. "But it's not because of Jessica Simpson."

"Yeah, sure it's not." Lilly laughed, "Who else would it be for?"

"You." Oliver smiled. Lilly smiled back, and they walked the rest of they way back to the hotel in comfortable silence.

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Complete filler chapter right there. Next chapter will be the celebrity party! Review, please :)