Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana.

Author's note: This story is set during season 3 of Hannah Montana and is about Oliver wanting Miley to buy him a trip to Italy.


Let's go to Italy!

Oliver Oken is at his friend Miley Stewart's house. It's two days since they got back home from the class trip to Washington DC.

"We're not goin' to Italy, Oliver!" says Miley as she gives Oliver an evil look.

"Why not, Miley? It could be fun and I've never been there!" says Oliver.

"What's in it for me, Oliver?" ask Miley.

"Like I've said before, when you take me to Italy I'm gonna buy you a pizza! One topping, your choice!" says Oliver.

"That's lame, Ollie!" says Miley.

"Fine! I can buy you something to drink too!" says Oliver.

"The answer's still no, Ollie!"

"Have a heart, Miley!"

"We're not goin' to Italy, Oliver!"

"I really wanna go and as my friend you should do what you can to make me happy!"

"We're NOT goin' to Italy, Oliver!"

"Please, Miley! I can do almost anything!" says Oliver as he gives Miley the puppy-dog-face.

"No way, Ollie!" says Miley with a smile.

"Miley, I really want to go to Italy and it could be fun!" says Oliver.

"We're not goin' to Italy, Ollie!"

"But Miley..."

"NO!"

"Miley, this is not..."

"OLIVER!" says Miley. "We're not goin' to Italy!"

"So I can't talk you into it, Miley?"

"Exactly! You can't talk me into it, Oken!"

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!"

"You're pathetic, Oliver!"

"Hey! If you'd take me to Italy I wouldn't have to beg like a loser, Miley!"

"I've told like 50 stinkin' times! We're NOT goin' to Italy, Oliver!"

"Isn't there anything I can do to get you to take me to Italy, Miley?"

"No, Oliver! We're not..."

"I know! You don't wanna go to Italy!"

"Good, Ollie! We understand each other!"

"How about if I pay you with a kiss?"

"Italy-lovin' boy say what?"

"You heard me, Miley!"

"I don't wanna make out with ya, Ollie!"

"That's not what I was talkin' about! Just a regular kiss!"

"The answer's no, Ollie!"

"What's wrong about kissing me, Miles?"

"You shouldn't have to ask me a stupid question like that, Oliver!"

"What?"

"You're such a donut, Oliver! Sweet niblets! Boy-brains, you should pull them out and keep water in there!"

"And once again we're killing my man-spirit...!"

"You don't have a man-spirit, Oliver!"

"Yes, I do!"

"No, you don't!"

"Why can't you just take me to Italy and let me be happy?"

"I'm not gonna answer that question!"

"Miley..."

"We're not goin' to Italy, Oliver!"

"Okey! I just go home then and cry myself to sleep with the knowledge that I never gonna get to go to Italy!"

"Oliver! I'm sorry..."

"Not helping!"

Oliver grab his jacket and goes home.

A small tear falls from Miley's eye as she sees how sad Oliver is.

The End.