A/N: this story will be a bit hard to understand. Every other chapter (the ones in italics) are in current time. Every OTHER chapter (the ones in normal text) are the past. In the past that the two of them are remembering, they are fourteen (so the age they are in Hannah Montana now.) And by the way, reviews are what keeps me going! So R&R! I know I've had difficulty finishing stories in the past, but I am 98 sure that I'll finish this one.
Disclaimer: Me? Own Hannah Montana? You wish.
"Have a good day at work sweetie!" Oliver's wife, please-call-me-Cathy Oken, planted a kiss on his cheek and smoothed out a wrinkle on his shirt. "Remember to swing by the Sentry on the way home- we're out of milk."
"Will do." He nodded with a smile and grabbed his cup of coffee on the way out.
Things with Cathy were…good. Real good. He'd met her in college, and they had just clicked. The year they graduated, they got married. No kids yet, but it had only been a few years. Maybe one day.
He smoothed his hair in the rearview mirror and backed out of the driveway, heading downtown. He had a job…a good job. Oken Law. Yes, he had gone to law school. Yes, he had followed the path of his father. And things had turned out good.
He wouldn't be the first to admit it…but things were GOOD, not great. FUN, not spectacular. But this was his life now. He was living it. He enjoyed himself the best he could.
He pulled into the parking ramp on 5th street, got out, and started walking down the road toward his office building. He liked the brisk walk- helped him get his exercise. Burning calories, exercising his heart. Weren't those things 28 year olds were supposed to start worrying about?
He let himself into the office and sat down on his thick leather chair. The chair made him feel important. Reminded him of his good life. A lawyer, with a good wife. Things were…Good.
He sipped his coffee regularly as he typed busily on his computer, answering phone calls, sending the fax runners on errands. But around 10:00 AM, he glanced up and saw a young woman. She had long blonde hair, she was tall, and she was…beautiful.
As soon as she made eye contact with him through the window, her jaw dropped. Her eyes skimmed the large lettering, OKEN LAW, on the building, and her purse fell to the sidewalk.
Oliver spit his coffee all over himself. No…this couldn't be happening.
"Lilly?"