Best Friend
A Hannah Montana Oneshot
No One's POV: On the Malibu Beach
"Miley... I'm sorry." Jake said, running his hand through her hair. "I really am."
She had tears in her eyes. "It's okay." She said, turned around and walked off the beach. She didn't know where to go. She didn't want to go home... She drove to a very familiar house, and knocked on the door.
"Miley, hey." Oliver opened the door. "What's wrong?" He asked, pulling her into his embrace.
She put her head on his chest. "Jake and I broke up. I don't even know why I'm crying." She said.
"You're stressed out Miles. Come on." He picked her up and brought her up to his room. He put her down on the couch in the corner. He grabbed her a drink out of his mini fridge.
"I never knew you owned a mini fridge." She said.
"I got it a couple of weeks ago. I tried to call, but Lilly was with Jackson and you were with-"
"Jake. Oliver, I'm so sorry." She apologized, realizing he must've felt really alone.
"It's okay." He handed her the drink and sat next to her.
"No, it wasn't. I haven't talked to you in two weeks and you're still being my best friend. I don't deserve you." She said looking down.
"Hey. Miles." He lifted her chin. She looked into his brown eyes, and felt like she could see into his soul. They both leaned in and kissed. She tangled her fingers into his hair and he put his arms around her waist, and lied backwards.
"Is anyone else home?" She asked, between their kisses.
He put his lips to hers. "Nope." She smiled seductively. Oliver went to the door and locked it, he turned around and Miley kissed his lips again. Oliver began to kiss her neck, and she pulled closer to him.
The first piece of clothing to go was Oliver's shirt. She pulled it off him, quickly, because of her desire for him to be inside her. Miley's shirt was second to go, followed by her pants. Finally all they had on was underwear. He began to kiss around Miley's bra, teasing, before unlasping it, and throwing it on the floor of his room somewhere. She pulled off his boxers quickly, then he pulled off her panties. Miley dug her nails into his back pushing him closer to her. Oliver bit her nipple and she whimpered. "Really hot." He mumbled. She began to kiss his neck, and then he thrust into her. The sensation was indescribable. He thrust harder and harder and after a while Miley screamed his name. He smiled a bit hearing his name said out of her mouth. He thrust one last deep time and rolled over, so Miley could lay her head on his chest. It was very late, or early, so Miley and Oliver drifted to sleep together.
x The End x