Oliver, Do You Want to Know a Secret?

by loliver

Oliver closed his eyes, sighed and opened them again. "Will you be my girlfriend?" Oliver asked sincerely. Rated T for safety. Moliver, don't like? Don't read. I'm not good at summaries.

Author's note: Sorry for a short chapter, I'm in a rush. The next chapter should be longer. Please rate! (:

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana.

Chapter 1:
Oliver, Do You Want to Know a Secret?.

"Why can't you ask him out?" Lilly asked, her eyes fixed on my face. "Tonight."

"I have to.. wash my dog." I said, hoping Lilly would buy my act. I gulped, trying to resist saying I was Hannah Montana.

"Fine. You can have your date after you wash your dog." she said, proudly.

I grabbed a fork from the carrier and put it on my tray.

"No thanks." I said. "I think it's too soon."

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"Oliver! Please, wait!" I yelled as I watched Oliver march out the dressing room.

"I wanted to tell you." I stated, "It's just that, I thought if you knew, that you'd wouldn't feel the same way." I said, "And, that'd you like Hannah Montana more than you'd like me." I continued.

"That's what you thought?" Oliver said, as his words poured out of his mouth. "I've always liked you, Miley. Yes, I like Hannah Montana. But, it's more of a celebrity crush. You were different. Way different."

A smile spread across my face. "I don't really believe that." I said sheepishly. "I do." he said, "And, to prove it. I'm going to ask you something."

"And, what is that?" I questioned, and tilted my head to the left a bit.

Oliver closed his eyes, sighed and opened them again. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

My eyes widened. How could this be? I love Oliver, but what if something happens. Should I have a boyfriend at this age? What if we break up? Will we still be friends? I gulped down all the questions that were going through my head and nodded.

"Yes." I said, "I'd love to."

"Are you serious?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Oh my god!" Oliver said and didn't say anything else.


"Yeah..?" I said.

"I can't believe it."

"Me neither."

"Well, what do you want to next?" Oliver asked.

I shurgged. "I dunno."

Oliver tilted his head. "How about we go eat dinner."

"Sure." I smiled, and went back in the dressing room to change.

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10 minutes later, Oliver and I were in the limo, on our way back home.

"Miley."

"Hm..?"

"I'm glad you said yes."

"Me too."

Oliver grabbed my hand and kissed it.

Author's note:

That's it. I hope it works.