Disclaimer: Hannah Montana is not mine.

Chapter One: Pleasant Greetings

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BE-*

"Oh shut up," I mumbled as I hit the alarm with my pillow. I cursed as the alarm fell to the ground and woke up Miley.

"Damn Lils!" Miley Stewart shouted, "How loud do you gotta be in the morning?"

"Sheesh! Sorry!" I snapped back, "It's three, we better get ready." I groaned as I stretched my body, hearing the popping of my joints and got out of bed. When I looked in the mirror, I grimaced. My blonde hair was a mess and I had bags under my eyes. My shirt was twisted and wrapped around my waist and I had somehow lost a sock in the middle of the night.

I shuffled to the bathroom and started the shower, "Miley, seriously, I don't want to be late," I moaned as I attempted to find something to wear that deemed appropriate.

"Oh be quiet. I don't know why I have to go with you to the airport. To be honest, I don't know why we are even going to the airport. He's eighteen Lils! I think Oliver can find himself a cab and get back here by himself like a grown up," Miley said as she slipped in the shower, "I mean come on! You can't make him believe he owns you for goodness sake!"

Luckily, the water spewing from the shower was enough to drown her out. I tried to fix my hair as knots seemed to never end. Damn, no more showers right before bed. I got the knots out of my hair and looked at a picture of me and Oliver, I missed him so much. So damn much.

"Lilly?…Lilly!" Miley shouted as she cut off the shower, "Were you listening to a thing I said?"

"Yes, Miles. Of course, Miles. Whatever you say, Miles," I said sarcastically as I went into the bathroom and started brushing my teeth.

"Good, because he said he'd be here in an hour so I'm going to back to bed until he gets here," Miley said while hand drying her hair with the towel.

I dropped the toothbrush, "What?" I squeaked out. I ran out of the bathroom and ripped off my shirt. Miley ignored me as I yanked my clothes on and tried tidying our room.

"Lils"

I ignored her as I rinsed my mouth and applied make up.

"Lils"

I ran around picking up our clothes and shoved them in the Hannah room while mentally cursing myself for having a boyfriend who could be such a doughnut sometimes. Why the hell would I want him popping up with almost no warning? I mean seriously, where is his brain? But yet, even though I was pissed, I was happy. So incredibly happy. It had been a long six months and no one thought we could make it. But in the end, we did, and he was going to be here in thirty minutes. I was going to be able to feel his arms around me and hear that sweet voice in my ear while he told me sweet little nothings. I was going to taste him in a deep kiss after being denied for so long. I was going to-

"Lillian!" Miley yelled while chucking one of her many stuffed animals at me.

"What!" I said, glaring at her. I was still breathing hard from all the running around and sat down on the bed.

"Look," She said pointing at the window. I glanced at what she was pointing at and saw car lights. I heard muffled voices and then the lights dimmed before they were no longer visible.

"Oliver!" I shrieked as I ran out the barn and into him, "Oh Ollie, I've missed you so much" as I covered his face with kisses. He replied the same and grabbed me by the waist before spinning me around in the cool air.

"It's been so long," He sighed into my hair. I smiled as I clutched onto his shirt like a little girl while he kissed the top of my head. With one more squeeze he reluctantly let go and grabbed his things, "Mr. Stewart is cool with me spending the night, right?"

"Pfft, yea, psssh, why wouldn't he be?...pfft" I said shrugging, making circles in the dirt with my foot. I took a peek at him. His long shaggy brown hair was replaced by a modest length of black hair. His sun kissed skin was now pale from always being on the road instead of the beach like it was used to. But he was still the same boy I knew and loved. He just had a new look and to be honest, I wasn't complaining.

"Lilly Pop, are you sure you asked?" He asked sweetly as he took a step towards me.

"Oh yes, definitely," I reassured him as his hands snaked around my waist. That was what I forgot to do, oh well.

"Alright," He said eyeing me while he lowered his head for a kiss. I inhaled sharply as his lips touched mine. I don't think I'd ever be able to get over that intoxicating taste of his mouth. He grabbed my hand with one of his and took most of his bags with the other; I took the rest and we went back into the barn where Miley was already snoring.

"So much for a hello, huh?" He joked as he jumped on the bed slipping off his shoes. He grinned a toothy grin and patted the space beside him, silently inviting me to join a cuddle session waiting to happen.

I turned off the lights and slipped underneath the covers with him.

"I've missed you so much," He said, kissing me hard on the lips, "Goodness I love you Lillian Anne Truscott, and I have never stopped."

"I love you too, Oliver Oscar Oken," Smiling as I kissed him back.

"It's great to be back," He said softly as he grabbed me and covered me in kisses, "I've got so much to tell you."

"Well, that can wait for the morning Ollie Pop" I said, kissing him back. I had waited six months, and I sure as hell was not wasting precious time spending it talking.

A/N: Goodness it's great to write again. Leave a review and I'll post the chapter very soon. :)