Summary: Semi-based on the song Ohio is For Lovers. Miley and Oliver have complicated their relationship by kissing. And now, Miley's leaving because Hannah has a tour. This is what plays out.

A/N: Yes, I know. Another new story by me. It's going to be a short one, though. Please review. I'll be gone for a couple days cuz I'm going to New York. Yay! My vacation is finally really starting! I wish I had a laptop, though cuz then I'd be able to post during the ride over… Well, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana and anything related to the Disney Channel Show. Also, Ohio is For Lovers is a sweet song by Hawthorne Heights.

--Malibu is For Lovers--

Part One:

Miley Stewart was in the Hannah Montana closet picking out an outfit to wear to the airport. She wanted to wear something cute and dramatic, like Hannah was, but nothing too flashy. It was a hard combination because most of the clothes she had for Hannah were flashy things that she would usually dress in for one of her concerts. She was just going to the airport, so showy did not work out too well.

"Who am I kidding?" she asked herself. No one answered because she was alone in the humungous closet. She wasn't in the right mood to be doing what she was doing; she felt like crap and her mind was so not on the task at hand. How could she pretend that nothing was wrong and do something so materialistic, like pick out clothes, when something much more important was going on with her real identity, Miley Stewart? Who was she kidding? She didn't want to fly to New York and kick off a long summer tour. It wasn't just Lilly and Oliver that didn't want her to go.

"Oh Oliver," she said. Just saying his name out loud made her remember the past few days, all the events that led up to their eventual kiss, and eventual fight; their awful fight. She had been leaning against one of the walls, but now she slowly slid down and was sitting on the floor with her long legs stretched out before her. She was definitely feeling like a depressed seventeen-year-old.

"How can I leave now after everything that's happened with me and Oliver?" she asked herself. Once again, there was no answer. She blew her Hannah bangs out of her face, and eventually got so frustrated with them that she grabbed the wig and threw it off her head, about five feet away.

"Ugh!" Her eyes welled up with tears, but she refused to let them fall. She stood up. She decided that it was stupid to want to cry over Oliver Oken. She was a big girl now. Crying over boys was so not what she wanted to be doing.

"Why doesn't he understand that this is my job? Why does he have to act like this? It's not my fault that I have to leave." She kicked a white go-go boot out of her way and left the closet. She jumped onto her bed and picked up her cell phone; the one for Miley. After dialing a number, a voice answered on the other end.

"Hello?" Lilly Truscott said groggily. She had just woken up from a short nap. Very short thanks to Miley.

"Hey Lilly," Miley said to her best friend.

"Oh hey, Miles. I didn't think you'd be finished packing yet."

"Yeah, well, I don't really have to pack much; they'll have a bunch of clothes for me there already. I've just been trying to pick out something to wear for the plane ride over." Lilly was silent. Miley could tell she was upset.

"Lilly, can you please say something?"

"Miley, what do you want me to say? Oliver's really upset right now. I mean, I understand that you have to go on tour and that you can't help it, but you should have told him instead of him finding out through Jackson. That really hurt him." Miley sighed loudly.

"You think I don't know that? Lilly, I don't want to go on tour. Especially now. I mean, I never meant to hurt Oliver. I never meant to get into that stupid fight with him either, but he hurt me too. I keep hearing the things he said to me in my head, repeating over and over like a broken record, every time I think of the fight."

"I know, Miley. You're both hurting each other, and it's so silly." Miley sighed.

"Lilly, you know that I really like him, right?" Lilly rolled her eyes even though she knew that Miley couldn't see her.

"Duh. You guys have been making googly eyes at each other for years now."

"What? I only started to like him this year!" Miley stated.

"Well, whatever. Fine, Oliver has been making googly eyes at you for years." She let this sink in.

"What do you mean?"

"Do I have to spell it out for you? Miley, Oliver has loved you in a more than friendly way for years now. Why do you think he's hurting so much right now?" Miley took a while to answer. She was thinking about what Lilly had said. Oliver was in love with her? And had been for years?

"I guess I understand why he's so upset."

"You think? Miley, it took him two years to tell you how he feels. And what do you do immediately afterwards? Sign up for a tour that's going to last all summer!"

"Lilly, stop! I know what I've done!" she yelled.

"Miley!" Lilly yelled back. "I don't think you really do know. You're basically abandoning him. You're leaving him behind here in dear old California, while you go traipsing off across the country, right after he opened his heart up for you. You didn't even discuss it with him. He's taking this as you rejecting him."

"But I'm not! I really like him, Lil. I've told him that."

"Once again, I know. But he still doesn't know for sure."

"I kissed him!"

"Yeah, so what? You've kissed a lot of guys. And Oliver has watched you do it, for years. And what has happened with all of those relationships? Absolutely nothing. Calling them relationships is actually an exaggeration. Can you tell me the last time you went on more than two dates with someone?" Lilly was really laying in on thick, and Miley was growing more and more self conscious. It took her a while before she could come up with an answer.

"Um, Jake Ryan?" she asked.

"That was a rhetorical question! And Miley, you went out with Jake in the eighth grade!"

"Well, yeah, but we dated till ninth!"

"What's your point?"

"Can we stop yelling at each other?"

"Yes!"

"Fine!" They were both silent. Then Lilly continued talking.

"Anyways, Miley. I know I've been really harsh, and probably a little bitchy—"

"That's putting it lightly," Miley muttered.

"Well, I'm sorry," Lilly said. "It's just, I can't stand seeing Oliver like this. He's so down. I really wish that you'd go talk to him. Let him know how you really feel. Show him how you feel. Make sure before you leave that he knows that he's not just one of your boy toys that you're just going to forget about the second you get on that plane."

"Whoa, Lilly. Calm down."

"I'm calm. This is just really getting to me. I mean, I just had a two-hour long conversation with him last night." Miley softened at this.

"Really? What did you guys talk about?"

"YOU, you dufus! I didn't really talk about anything. I just listened while Oliver went on and on about his love for you, and how scared he was of losing you before he even had you, and blah, blah, blah. It just went on and on. And, he was totally obsessing about what he said to you. He told me he didn't really mean it. I told him you'd understand, but he doesn't seem to think so."

"It did kill me a little bit when he said that. But he really said he didn't mean it?" Miley slowly started to grin. "That makes me feel so much better."

"Good, I'm glad."

"Oh. And I'm sorry you had to listen to all of that, Lilly. I really am. I'm sorry I'm such a jerk."

"Miley, you're not a jerk. I can't totally explain why you're acting like this, though."

"Like what?"

"Well, I don't get why you're hesitating about getting together with Oliver. Are you scared, or something?"

"It's not that I'm scared, Lilly. Really. I just didn't really know how Oliver felt about me."

"Well I do!" Lilly said, matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, I know you do. And now, thanks to you, I know too."

"Well I'm glad." They both paused. "So what are you going to do now? You leave tomorrow."

"I'm not really sure. I guess I'm just going to have to tell Oliver how I feel about him, tell him that I want to be with him, if he'll have me."

"Are you kidding me? You're Hannah Montana! Even better, you're Miley Stewart, and that's who Oliver has fallen for. How could he not want you?"

"You're too sweet, Lil."

"I try." They both grinned into the phones. The mood had lightened considerably and for that, Miley was thankful.

They talked for a few more minutes and then hung up. Miley now had a mission. She was going to get changed for the day, and then she was going to go directly to Oliver's.

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A/N: Tell me what you really think!