Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana!
Author's note: This story is set during season 3 of Hannah Montana. I hope you'll like it. There's actually a second chapter of this story, but I'm not gonna upload it here, cuz it's private. Sorry.
On the beach!
Miley Ray Stewart and Oliver Oscar Oken are on a beach in Spain.
"This is great! We've got a private beach! The sun's bright and my best friend's here with me!" says Oliver.
"Wanna go for a swim, Ollie?" says Miley with a smile on her face.
"Sure!" says Oliver as he takes his shirt off.
Miley's already in her new black bikini and on the way towards the water.
"Man, I wanted to see you all naked, Miley!" says Oliver as he get down to the water.
"No way, Ollie!" says Miley.
"Why not, Miley? We're alone here! Nobody can see us!"
"Still I'm not gonna swim all naked for ya, Oken!"
"I'm not a perv, Miley! I'm dating Lilly anyway! It's just that I've always wanted to know what you look like naked..."
"I look very hot, but I'm not goin' to show ya!"
"Why not? I'm not gonna try anything dirty, Miley!"
"You're my friend and I trust you, but you're a guy in his late teens with all that comes along with that, Ollie!"
"You think that I can't keep my sexuality offline?"
"Most guys would do almost everything to have sex with a girl like me on a private beach!"
"I already have a girlfriend, remember? And you're my friend, I'd never hurt you!"
"Okey, I can see that you're tellin' me the truth, Ollie!"
"Thanks!"
Miley and Oliver jump into the clear water and begin to swim.
"You were right, Miley!"
"Ollie say what?"
"You said that you're a hot girl and that is very true, Miley!"
"Ya think I'm hot?"
"Yeah, but you're my friend and I don't have any romantic feelings for you!"
"Thanks, Oliver!"
"You're welcome!"
An hour later Miley and Oliver are back on the beach.
"Where's the food, Miley?"
"I didn't bring any!"
"What?"
"You're still the same old Ollie as you've always been! It was a joke! The food's right over there!"
"Let's eat!" says Oliver as he opens the bag and start to pull out sandwiches, fruit and a bottle of orange-juice.
"Okey, hand me a sandwich, Ollie!"
"Here ya go, Miles!"
"Thanks!"
"Oh yeah, these are really good, Miley!"
"Yeah, I made them myself, Ollie!"
"I didn't know that you are this good in the kitchen!"
"Hidden skill, I guess...!"
"You should use that skill more often!"
"Maybe..."
"Yeah!"
"I wonder what Lilly's doing..."
"She told me that she was going to Florida!"
"You're a good friend, Oliver!"
"So are you, Miley!"
"I've got a Hannah-thing tonight! Wanna be there with me? It's been over a month since Mike Standly III got to hang out with Hannah!"
"I didn't bring my Mike-outfit!"
"Oh, it's here! I took it with me! Since Lola wouldn't be there for me I thought that maybe Mike could hang out with Hannah!"
"Okey, I'm on! Mike Standly III is gonna be there for you, miss Montana!"
"Don't call me that! I'm Miley now!"
"Sorry..."
"Don't look, Ollie! I'm gonna switch back into my regular clothes!"
"Okey!"
When both Miley and Oliver are back in their street-clothes Oliver grab the bags and they start to walk back to the car.
"We should do this more often, Ollie!"
"What? Go to a private beach in Spain?"
"No, silly! Hang out together, just you and me!"
"Oh, I understand..."
"Let's go back to the hotel, Ollie!"
Later that night Miley and Oliver are in the car on the way to a big party dressed as Hannah Montana and Mike Standly III.
"Hannah, exactly what sort of party are we goin' to?"
"It's Carmen DeMarco's sweet sixteen!"
"Who's that?"
"She's Fredrico DeMarco's daughter!"
"Fredrico DeMarco? The golf-champion?"
"Yeah!"
"Do you know if Carmen's got a boyfriend...?"
"You're dating Lilly, Mike!"
"It was a joke, miss Montana!"
"If ya say so, mr Standly!"
The End.