Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana
Crap. Was the only possible word I could think of at that moment. Well, that and what the heck were you thinking you idiot why didn't we switch limos. I stood there at stared at paparazzi as their flashes went off in our faces. I glanced over at the wide-eyed Oliver who stood next to me.
"I knew one day if we followed you we'd find out where you lived!" One of the paparizzis shouted. I panicked and grabbed onto Oliver and put an arm over his shoulder.
"What... me? No... I don't live here, I'm..." I glanced over at Oliver before continuing, "visiting a friend..." I managed to get out of my mouth.
"Looks more like a boyfriend to me!" One of the guys shouted. Before anyone could say anything else Oliver and I had managed to get the door open and stumble inside. Once in the safety of the living room we both exchanged awkward glances.
"Well..." he said as he walked further into the room, "this should be interesting,"
And indeed. It was.
"Miley!" I heard my dad shout causing me to wake from my sleep. Lord, what time was it anyways. I rolled over in bed to glance at my clock. Only seven AM is daddy serious? Reluctantly I pulled my self out of bed and walked into the kitchen to see a very angry looking father sitting on the couch.
"Well miles, would you care to explain?" dad said. I looked at him, eyebrows raised.
"Explain what?" I asked as I walked over to him.
"Hannah caught with new man?" he said, reading a headline off of a tabloid.
"Are you serious?" I said as I plopped down next to my dad. He glanced over at me.
"Well...?" he said. I sighed and leaned back in the couch.
"I thought no one would follow us," I said. Daddy rolled his eye and started to get that serious look on his face. The one he only puts on when I've done something really, really stupid.
"Miles there's a reason we call you Hannah, and you wear blond wigs on stage, and, that you switch limos when you come home," he told me.
"Well how was I supposed to know paparazzi would hunt me down," I said defensively.
"Hun, paparazzi can hunt down anyone, at anytime," Daddy said before he stood up and walked back into the kitchen. I heard him say something but it went in one year and right out the other. My focus was on that front page picture of me and Oliver. What had I gotten myself into?
After a couple of hours of dad lecturing me about my Hannah Montana stuff and how we have to be more careful and Jackson tormenting me I decided to walk down to the beach. As soon as I walked by Rico's I noticed a huge crowd gathering around something. I noticed Lily standing there outside the crowd looking shocked.
"Hey, what's going on?" I asked her as I walked over.
"I don't know Oliver and I were walking down to beach and then... this," she said motioning her hands towards the crowd.
"dang it," I muttered. But Lily heard her head turned to me with eyebrows raised.
"What do you know that I don't?" Lily asked.
"The paparazzi sorta caught me and Oliver..." I said. God, why did I have to be such an idiot.
"Caught you two doing what?" Lily asked. I rolled my eyes. Lily always teased me about having a thing for Oliver, even though I denied it.
"No, nothing like that," I said as I shook my head in disgust.
"We were just coming back from the hannah show, I decided we didn't have to switch limos and..." I glanced over at the swarming crowd, "bam..." I said pointing in the direction of the craziness.
"You are such an idiot," Lily said shaking her head.
"Shut up!" I said as I lightly punched her arm. Lily and I watched as the crowd swarmed poor Oliver, almost everyone was holding a tabloid with our picture on it and a pen of some kind. After a few minutes we started to see Oliver emerge from the crowd.
"Help me," he mouthed as he walked over to us, a couple of people still trailing behind him.
"I'm so sorry..." I whispered so the crazed fans wouldn't hear me. Oliver shook his head and took a deep breath.
"Can just please get out of here?" he begged.
"Yes, lets," Lily said finally realized to be getting away from the madness. As we walked over to our secret spot on the beach there were a few people that came up to talk to Oliver but we all ignored them. I never thought Hannah Montana's "boyfriend" would get this much attention from the public. When we finally got to the part of the beach where it was only surfers and people who didn't care about the newest celebrity gossip. We all found a spot and sat down.
"I am so, so, SO sorry," I said as I laid down on my stomach facing Oliver, who was still sitting up.
"Don't be I mean, at least smokin' Oaken's finally getting come recognition around here," Oliver said as he pulled his knees up to his chest.
"But smokin' Oaken doesn't need recognition, he's go Hannah Montana," Lily said eyeing the both of us. I rolled my eyes. Lily is never gonna stop the teasing is she?
"But smokin' Oaken isn't gonna stay with Hannah forever," Oliver said.
"Thank God," I mumbled.
"oh come on you guys!" Lily said, "at least ride this whole Oliver and Hannah thing for a while," Lily pleaded.
"Why? I mean what's the point?" Oliver asked.
"Maybe this is what you two need," Lily said. I glanced up at her and rolled my eyes.
"Why in the world would we need this?" Oliver asked.
"Oh come on!" Lily said as she threw her hands in the air for an extra dramatic effect. Oliver and i exchanged confused glances, even though I knew exactly what she was talking about.
"God, you two are always flirting, it's obvious you like each other, maybe you need this Holiver thing to happen to finally make you two realize you like each other!" she said, God I hated that name, Holiver. It sounded like some kind of fungus.
"You think I like Miley?" Oliver said obviously taken aback by Lily's comment.
"You're her boyfriend aren't you?" Lily said. Why does this girl have to make things so dang complicated.
"No, I'm Hannah's boyfriend, or so the press thinks anyway," he said. I really wanted this conversation to be over with. Lily rolled her eyes.
"There the same person," Lily said.
"Well no duh," Oliver said as he gave Lily a sarcastic look.
"How are they any different?" Lily asked.
"Hannah's famous and Miley well... not," he said as he looked down at me, "no offense," he said.
"None taken," I said.
"God," Lily said as she stood up and brushed the sand off of her.
"Just think about it," she said before walking off in frustration. Once her back was turned I glanced up at Oliver who was already looking down at me. You know i've never noticed how hot he was before. Ew, God what the heck am I say, I can't like Oliver... Can I?
A/N: I was watching the re-run of "My boyfriend's Jackson and there's gonna be trouble and I thought of this. I'm really not sure if there a fic like this, if there is I am incredibly sorry. But anyways do you think it sucked? Be honest! So if you want me to update review! (please!) Thanks for reading!