One little mistake had changed Lily's life forever. At fifteen, she was by far one of the prettiest girls in her grade, but, as she wasn't popular, she wasn't noticed much. Until Landon Payden began to notice her, inviting her to one of his big, huge, blow out parties.
Lily had gone, bringing her two best friends, of course, and had soon gotten swept up in the craze of the night. A few drinks later, and she and Oliver were both completely drunk. Miley was off with Landon himself, and as feelings that had been bottled for too long erupted, one night between Lily and Oliver changed everything. One night changed Lily and Oliver's lives upside down.
Lily ran to her bathroom, throwing up for the third time in a row in the past five days. This was a first for the pretty blonde, as she hadn't had stomach problems in years. She'd missed her period, which had been consistent for the last three years, and she was definitely beginning to get concerned.
Her first thought was laughable. One night couldn't have done anything, right? She and Oliver had pretended like it never happened, as much as Lily wished they would have begun dating. Things would never be like that between them and she knew it, but part of her yearned for it; longed for it, even. Picking up her phone with shaking hands, she held the "2" down on the speedial and breathed a sigh of relief as Miley answered the phone.
"Miley," Lily said slowly, crying and sniffling. "I think I might be pregnant."
She heard Miley take a rattling breath. "Oh. Oh, wow. Well, then, we're going to have to find out for sure, right?"
Miley had started off uncertainly, but was soon the confident girl that Lily was relying on to help her out of the mess she had been thrust into. This was her own fault and she knew it, but she couldn't help but feel like she had nothing to do with it. Lily had always maintained firm beliefs against abortions, sex before marriage, and had always said that teenaged moms should be responsible for their actions. Now that she was in the same situation, or what she was almost sure was the same situation, as those girls, Lily wished to take back everything she had ever said.
Miley was the only one who knew. Lily's girl best friend had been supportive when Lily called her in the morning, sobbing, hung over and regretful. Miley was the first to know of Lily's suspicions and the first to act on them. Wearing huge sunglasses, inconspicuous wigs (which Miley had many of) and baseball hats, the two had managed to buy three pregnancy tests; they wanted to make sure their answer was completely accurate.
"All right, Lily. You're gonna be fine no matter what happens," Miley soothed through the door as Lily anxiously began the tests. Sitting with Miley for results, Lily closed her eyes, holding her breath as Miley gasped, and the plastic hit the tile floor with a small noise.
"Lily, darlin', I'm so sorry," Miley said, tears beginning to fill her voice. Lily took one look at the "pregnant" written digitally on the little screen and let out a whimper. She wasn't ready to be a mom.
"How do I tell my parents? What do I do about school? Where am I going to go? How do I tell Oliver?!" Lily wailed.
"I'm sure your parents will love you no matter what, Lily," Miley began, ready to reassure her of everything.
"No they won't," sniffled the blue eyed girl, "my parents are really strong in their beliefs, Miley. It's been known that if one of us is to even ask about sex, we're grounded."
"Aw, it can't be that bad," drawled Miley.
"But it is!"
"Okay. Well, we'll deal with that when we get there. And for school, we can work something out! You can be home schooled, and once the baby is born, you can go to one of those high schools that provides day care for teen parents," Miley said calmly. Lily began nodding, feeling much better. "And if you ever need anything at all, Lily, you just come straight to my house. My dad loves you like a daughter."
Then came the last of Lily's questions that Miley just couldn't answer. Telling Oliver was something that was going to have to be done, but Miley wasn't sure how he would react, what he would do, and how he would take it. Lily noticed the absence of an Oliver related answer and turned to her friend, teary eyed.
"Miles, can I stay with you tonight? I don't want to be alone," Lily sniffed. Miley nodded, hugging her friend tightly and putting a hand on her stomach.
"Aunty Miley will take care of both of you, I promise."
Lily shakily managed a watery smile and laugh. "Thank you," she replied softly.
The next morning, Lily awoke to the sounds of Robbie Ray making breakfast. Miley had let her wear the special PJs that she had; you know, the blue satin ones with the swirls. Morosely walking down the stairs, Lily had never felt worse in her life. With her hair up and messy, no makeup, and bags under her eyes from a sleepless night, she looked quite disheveled.
"Lily! Good mornin' darlin'," Robbie Ray drawled out. Miley was sitting across from him looking equally as bedraggled.
"You too, Mr. Stewart," Lily muttered.
"Call me Robbie Ray," he chuckled.
"All right," Lily said, grinning a bit. Her grin slipped off her face when Miley pulled her into the hallway to have a whispered conversation.
"I think the first person we should tell is my dad," Miley said in a hushed voice.
"What?! Miley, no!"
"Lily, he's the most understanding person we know. And you know that he'll do everything he can to help us out," Miley reassured. When Lily finally slowly nodded, Miley took her hand for support and dragged her back into the kitchen.
"Daddy, Lily has something she needs to tell you and she needs help with it," Miley began, nodding encouragingly to Lily, who swallowed hard and slowly sat down. This was the first time she would say it out loud.
"I-I," she said, beginning to stutter, but finally just blurting it out. "I'm pregnant!"
With this exclamation, a startled "What?!" issued in a male voice, but not from a silent, pale Robbie Ray. This came from Jackson, who was standing on the stairs.
"I don't know what to say," Robbie Ray replied.
"I know you're probably really disappointed in me," Lily mumbled, "and I am, too. If you don't want me around anymore, I understand."
"Lily, you're like family to us," Jackson said. Lily looked up, surprised.
"We would never leave you behind, kiddo," Robbie Ray agreed.
Lily leapt up, hugging them both tightly, tears streaming down her face. Miley soon joined the huge group hug, every one of them crying bittersweet tears. Lily ate before rushing to the bathroom, morning sickness in full gear. As she came back out, she bumped into Jackson. She smiled a little but kept walking.
"It's Oliver, isn't it?" he asked.
She whipped around, her blonde hair fanning around her, her blue eyes wide. Her hand immediately went to her stomach, an instant reflex that she didn't even notice she had developed.
"What makes you believe that?"
"Oliver would have known before Miley if it wasn't him," Jackson shrugged. She gave him an incredulous look and he rolled his eyes. "I'm smarter then I let on."
She nodded. "It is him. I just need time to figure things out. Maybe talk to my parents first."
Lily knew exactly how her parents would take it. Not only were her parents extremely overprotective, they were insane. Her mother tended to hit the bottle a lot, mixing them with pain pills. Her father was angry, bitter, and had threatened to hit her before. He already hit her mother. She could only imagine what would happen when she told them.
Sighing, Lily made her way back to Miley's room, already exhausted. It was only nine in the morning, and Lily wanted to stop the world and just get off.
Two days later, Oliver could be found sitting on his bed, throwing a tennis ball at the wall repeatedly. Oliver Oken was in love with his best friend. Lily was everything he had ever wanted; she was all he'd ever wanted. They had done it about three weeks ago, but pretended like it didn't happen. He wanted nothing more then to be able to hold her, love her like she deserved. Not some drunken one night stand; Oliver probably wouldn't even sleep with her again. They were only fifteen, after all. He heard a glass break next door, at Lily's house, but figured it was just Lily dropping a plate; she was one of the biggest klutzes he knew.
Little did he know just how wrong he was.