Some of you guys wanted this not to be a oneshot, so here's the rest! Yay! (: There's going to be a few chapters in this. I rated it T just for safety. R&R please! Thanks! -hannah

Miley was walking from makeup, thirty minutes before the concert, when she suddenly got pulled into a closet. She screamed for a short second before it went pitch black in the cramped, janitor's closet.

"Nick?" She said, feeling his hair. Yep, Nick.

"Hey Miley." He said smiling even though she couldn't really see. Her eyes adjusted and she made out a figure that looked like him. He put his arms around her waist and gave her a passionate kiss. She put her arms around his neck, feeling his hair.

She broke free and asked, "So this is kind of considered romantic to you, I'm guessing."

"Sort of." He said sheepishly and blushed.

"I think it's cute." she smiled.

"I think your cute." He said. He kissed down her neck and slowly put his hands down her skirt on her hips. She wanted to stay but realized she had to go.

"I have to go. But come by my place tomorrow at 7." Miley said.

"Will do." He said, giving her a playful smile.

She left without being seen and Nick left two minutes later. Acting like they were just friends in public was becoming harder and harder.

---Lilly's POV---

"Oliver. Concentrate." Lilly said bluntly and shook her head. He frowned and turned off the TV.

"Come on Lil." He said, giving her a back massage, "Loosen up, will you?"

"Oliver, we've got a 3 page essay due tomorrow that you promised a week ago you had half done." She yelled, putting her pen down on the paper. "There's no way we're going to finish tonight. No way."

"Fine. We'll get a B or a C or whatever. Since when have you started caring about grades?" Oliver questioned.

"Since I got a D+ last quarter in English. My mom's never going to forgive me if I get it again." She said, stressing out. Oliver is such a dumbass sometimes. She thought

"Anyways, we missed Miley's first concert for her tour because of this." She whined.

"Then it's more time for us to be alone." He whispered in her ear. She turned her head and he slowly gave her a kiss.

At first, she agreed. But then, Lilly flew back and collected her books.

"Oliver, you never take anything seriously." She said shoving it in her backpack.

"I'm sorry I'm not good at concentrating." He yelled back.

"Oh you're not good at a lot of things." Lilly said angrily.

"Sorry I'm not perfect for you."

"I'm not saying that!"

"Then what are you saying?"

"We never get along!"

"Then maybe we shouldn't be dating!"

They both stopped and it was quiet for a couple seconds.

"Maybe we shouldn't." Lilly said quietly, tearing up. She ran out of Oliver's house, slamming to door.