Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana.
Author's note: Miley and Oliver are 16 years old in this story. Here we go!
Beneath the surface!
Miley Stewart and Oliver Oken stand face to face, giving each other a hard glare.
"Step away, Ollie! Ya know me and how stubborn I am. I ain't givin' up." says Miley with confidence.
"Please, Miley..." says Oliver. "You really shouldn't see what's in there."
"You're more crazy than a fat horse in a fuckin' mud-bath, Oliver. Now, step aside so I can go into your room." says Miley.
"No! Trust me, Miley...you really don't wanna see what's in my room right now!" says Oliver with a serious voice.
"Come on, Ollie! It's not like it's the first time. I'm your bud. I've been in your room many times." says Miley.
"This time it's...sort of different." says Oliver.
"What the heck are ya tryin' to hide from me ya donut?" says Miley.
"Nothing..." says Oliver.
"Nice try, but I know when you're not tellin' me the truth." says Miley as she push Oliver out of the way and enters Oliver's room.
"No!" says Oliver out loud.
"What...?" says Miley.
Oliver's room is full of photos of Miley and in front of Oliver's TV is a pile of old video-tapes labeled 'Cute little Miley' 'Sweet Smiley Miley' 'Miley at the beach' and other similar things.
"You weren't supposed to see this..." says Oliver embarrassed.
"What the heck is this about, Oliver?" says Miley.
"Where should I start?" says Oliver. "You're aware of how beautiful you are, right?"
"Of course! I'm a beautiful girl." says Miley.
"Yes, you are and I can't help it. Lately I've started to have these feelings..." says Oliver, who doesn't dare to look Miley in the eyes at the moment.
"Oh, feelings huh?" says Miley with a nice girly voice.
"Yeah! I look at these photos and home-videos while I do 'that' with myself..." says Oliver.
"Best guy-friend say what...?" says Miley.
"Didn't you hear me? For example...this tape!" says Oliver as he pick up a video-tabe labeled 'Sleepover with Miley'.
"Yes...?" says Miley.
"This is from two years ago. We had a sleepover at Lilly's and you had to take off your jammies since you got soda all over 'em and you were in just bra and panties for the rest of the night. Many times have I watched this while gettin' myself off." says Oliver.
Miley can't believe what Oliver says.
"You masturbate while watchin' old videos of me and lookin' at photos of me?" says Miley.
"Yes, I do..." says Oliver.
"And that sleepover...! I though ya turned of the camera when Lilly fell over and I got soda over my jammies...!" says Miley.
"I wanted to save the moment. You looked so damn sexy in your bra and panties, Miley." says Oliver.
"I did...?" says Miley.
"Don't get mad! Don't get mad!" says Oliver in a low hard voice as he bite his lips. He's afraid that Miley's gonna get angry, think of him as some weird sex-crazy teenage-boy, shut him out of her life and never ever speak to him again.
But Miley doesn't get mad. Instead she smile and says "Since you like to look at videos of me while you masturbate, I assume you have a crush on me. Do you have a crush on me, Oliver?"
"I don't know what to say..." says Oliver.
"Just answer the dang question! Do you have a crush on me, Oliver?" says Miley with a smile.
"I guess I do." says Oliver.
"Okey!" says Miley.
"You're not mad at me?" says Oliver confused.
"Oh no! I'm actually flattered that you find me so attractive that you get yourself of while lookin' at photos of me and such." says Miley in a soft voice.
"Really?" says Oliver.
"Yup!" says Miley. "I'm totally flattered, Ollie!"
"Nice!" says Oliver.
"Wanna hug me?" says Miley.
"Yeah..." says Oliver as he give Miley a hug.
"Awww, Oliver..." says Miley.
"Miley..." says Oliver.
"Ollie..." says Miley.
"I'm in love with you, Miley!" says Oliver.
The End.