A/N: I realize that it is perhaps cruel to leave you hanging without a proper answer, but this isn't my typical type of story, so I feel a little mischievous…hehe…hope you'll forgive . Anyway the story is continued here…

Lollipops are for Kids

Ch 5

Lilly let out the breath that she was holding as she looked at the stick in her hand. The answer was printed there…no mistaking the fact that she was, in fact, pregnant. Lilly Truscott was seventeen and pregnant. Oliver was banging on the door, but she barely acknowledged it…she couldn't stop looking at the pregnancy test. "LILLY!!! LET ME IN!!!" he yelled, and she finally complied with his wishes. His faced held the unmistakable signs of fear as he looked at her.

"I'm pregnant," she said simply. Oliver grabbed for the door frame to steady himself, but he wasn't coordinated enough. He fainted dead away at Lilly's feet as she was trying to process the information that she had been presented with.

"What are we going to do?" Oliver asked from the floor a few moments later after coming 'round. "Lilly? Earth to Lilly!"

The blonde girl was staring off into space and slowly brought her attention back to the father of her child. "What?"

"I said, 'what are we going to do,'" he repeated.

"What do you think we're going to do?"

"I dunno. We're still in high school…"

"I know that Oliver. I'm just going to have to deal with both high school and a kid."

"But…" he started. Lilly cut him off before he could protest, however.

"This is our child, Oliver. We made another living being and now we're going to see that it's raised properly. We can't just toss it in the ocean."

"I love you Lilly," Oliver said quietly.

"I love you too," she told him, helping him up off of the carpet.

"Do you think we should tell Miley? Or Robbie?"

"We are not telling Robbie. He'll kill us both!" Lilly pointed out.

"Well you might be spared cuz you're carrying a child…I'm dead for sure though."

Lilly sighed. "We have to tell Miley, though."

"She's gonna freak out," Oliver said, partially to himself. "When we tell her, you're standing in front of me…"

"Don't be such a wimp," she chided.

"Fine. You'd just better hope she doesn't come at me with a nail file…I will use your stuffed monkey as a shield."

"Leave Charles out of this!" Lilly advised him. "Or it's me you'll have to worry about."

"Okay, okay. Gosh…a guy tries to make a joke…"

Lilly rolled her eyes. "I don't know exactly how to feel about this," she told her boyfriend.

"Me either," Oliver admitted. "But we'll make it." She hugged Oliver for the first time in nearly a week and finally started to feel like she could control her life again.

Lilly and Oliver had decided to wait until after the concert to tell Miley the news. By then she would probably be tired enough not to strangle them and they would be able to put off most of the lectures until the next day. Unfortunately for them, she was even more hyped up due to the show…one of the musicians had given her an energy drink that had her bouncing off the walls.

"Miley, we need to talk to you," Lilly started when they returned to the hotel. Robbie and Jackson were already asleep in the next room so they figured it was as good a time as any to divulge the news.

"What's up?" she asked, bouncing on the bed. Oliver exchanged a look with Lilly before plunging on.

"We're…well Lilly's…pregnant." He dove behind the chair as Miley's eyes got as big as saucers. Lilly stood before her friend more nervous than she was about finding out the truth for herself.

"Love-makin-friends say what?!?" she bellowed loudly enough to wake her father. They heard him stirring and knew it wouldn't be long until he was in the room wondering what was happening.

"I just found out today," Lilly told her friend. Oliver had gotten up and was standing beside Lilly when Robbie entered the room. Miley was still dumbfounded.

"What in the name of Nascar is goin' on in here?" he asked, his hair messy and his pajama pants on backwards.

"Nothing," Miley answered quickly.

"You are never drinking AMP again," he told his daughter. "Come on Oliver; let's leave these girls to giggle quietly." He emphasized the last word and Oliver sheepishly followed the older man. He paused long enough to kiss Lilly's cheek, and then the guys left the room.

"I can't believe you're…pregnant," Miley said after a few minutes. Lilly breathed a sigh, grateful that Miley was at least capable of speech.

"I know what you mean," she replied, settling into her bed.

"What are you going to do?"

"I have no idea. Right now I just want to get some sleep. It's been kind of a long day."

"I should say so," Miley countered. "But you can't sleep right now. You've got to give me some info…like how long have you and Oken been 'getting jiggy with it?'"

"The first time was about six weeks ago," Lilly replied. "We've done it a few more times since then."

"Like on tour?" Miley asked making a face.

"Yes."

"Eww…not in my sleeping area, I hope."

"No…Miley, come on. We're not disgusting or anything like that."

"You're not, but I don't want Oliver's naked buns all over my sheets."

"He's not that bad," Lilly protested. "And I keep him in my own sheets."

"Good. Just don't give me details about his…you know. He is still my best friend, even if the two of you have moved on to bigger and better things."

Lilly couldn't help but laugh. "This is Oliver we're talking about. Sure it's a little weird to think about your best friends getting it on, but we're still best friends, right?"

"Yeah," Miley agreed. "But that little twerp had better take care of you or I'll kill him."

"By all means," Lilly giggled again. She pulled out the grocery bag still containing the cookies. "Want an Oreo?" she asked.

"Yeah." The girls were up for a while longer discussing the concert like nothing had happened and Lilly was glad for the normalcy. Even if her world was turning upside down, she could count on Miley to bring her back to what was going around her. Namely in the music world. Lilly slept better that night knowing that Miley would try to support her, no matter what.