AN: After 5 months of being dormant, I'm back with some new material. I had some computer problems and lost most of the sequel to my most popular story Five Tears, so if you are a fan of that I apologize. A new version is in the works.

Now I have started a story that I never wanted to write in the first place. I'm a huge Loliver fan, (to put it lightly) and after discovering one of the episodes of season 3 "He Ain't A Hottie, He's My Brother", my heart just sunk. Whether or not Lackson lasts beyond that one episode, I needed a way of coping, so I began this story. This is just the prolog, but it'll be very important to this story in the future. Though I hate the though of a starting this Loliver on a sad note, I'm really enjoying writing this. I hope you guys find this interesting and RR. I'll be able to update pretty frequently.

Disclaimer: I don't own Nightwish; the band who I used one of their songs as the title. (though I did meet them last month :) I don't own HM. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this right now, because Loliver would be a reality.

For The Heart I Once Had

Prolog

It was a cool mid-summer evening in Malibu. The stars dotted the sky and the full moon hung rather low. Miley Stewart was sitting alone on her living room couch channel surfing, when she thought she had heard the sounds of footsteps outside. She glanced up, looked around, but went back to staring at the glowing box when she didn't see anything.

A few minutes went by and the noise was heard again. This time, Miley stopped only for a second or two. She decided it was time to turn in for the night. Just as she reached for the remote, there was a faint, but solid knock on her door. Startled and a bit confused as to who would be at her door at this hour, Miley slowly got up and yawned the whole way to answer it.

Miley opened the door and uncontrollably flinched back. A dark shadowy figure dressed in black jeans and a hoodie pulled as far over as possible was standing at her doorstep. A pesky cloud had swarmed in and covered the moonlight, hindering Miley from being able to identify this 'mystery man'. She blinked a few times, squinted, and then saw a small portion of shaggy dark brown hair peaking out from hoodie's hood.

"Oliver?"

Oliver Oken's head was titled down slightly, but his brown, blood-shot eyes slowly moved up to view Miley.

"Is Lilly here?" He spoke with a grumble.

"Uh, no. Her and Jackson are still on their date." Miley paused. "But they should be back pretty soon, so if you wanna come in and wait you-"

She was cut off by Oliver rummaging around in his pants pocket. He had pulled out a folded, crinkly piece of paper and had stretched his arm out with it in front of Miley.

"Can you give this to her?"

"Uh, sure." Miley replied and took the paper cautiously. "But seriously, they'll be here any min-"

"Thanks..." He muttered barely audible out the side of his mouth while tugging his hoodie over his eyes.

Miley raised an eyebrow. "No...problem..." She replied confused as she watched the shadowy figure of her friend disappear into the night. "What's with him tonight?" She asked herself out loud.

It's short, but it's key to the story. The next few chapters will be flashbacks. You'll basically see how Oliver got to this point. Chapter one is to be posted tomorrow. Thanks for reading.

-drummer8907