Summary: It's almost Christmas and Lilly and Oliver both have secrets they're hiding from Miley. What exactly are they hiding, and what will they do to prevent her from finding out? And when will it all come out in the open? Basically Moliver.

A/N: Hey, this is my first Hannah Montana story and I'm really excited about it. Oh, and this takes place about two years from where it is now, so they are all 16. Please, please review! If you read this story, review each chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana and anything related to the Disney Channel Show. And the title is a Hellogoodbye song.

--Baby, It's Fact--

Chapter One: Just Shut Your Mouth, Boy!

On a sunny day in Malibu, Miley Stewart, Lilly Truscott and Oliver Oken all decided to go down to the beach, a place that seemed only natural to end up at on a quiet Saturday afternoon in December. For them.

"So Miley, when's Hannah Montana's next concert?" asked Oliver. Miley shrugged before answering. Lilly and she were both carrying beach bags while Oliver held a six pack of root beer.

"I'm not sure. I think she's supposed to have a special Christmas concert on Christmas Eve, but I don't know if I want to go through with it."

"Why not?" asked Lilly.

"Well, just cuz it's the day before Christmas, and I'd rather be Miley Stewart during the holidays than Hannah Montana."

"Yeah, but I was kinda hoping you'd have one so that I could go to it," said Oliver.

"Oliver, you go to a bunch of them already. And Lilly, you go to almost every single one she has. What's so special about a Christmas concert?" They reached a good spot for lounging and after placing a big blanket on the sand, all three of them sat down.

"Hey," said Lilly, defending herself. "I didn't say I wanted to go to one." Realizing how that sounded, she tried to correct herself. "What I mean is…well, you know what I mean!" She slapped Oliver's shoulder. "Oliver, answer Miley's question," she said hastily. He ignored her slap and just grinned.

"Well, since you ask, I'll have you know that I have a hot date for Christmas Eve." Miley and Lilly both just stared at him. They looked at each other, and then back at Oliver. Then they both burst into laughter.

"What?" asked Lilly.

"That's right!" Oliver exclaimed, ignoring their giggles and punching the air in front of him with two fists. "The Smokin' Oken's still got it!"

"Um, Oliver, none of ever thought you'd lost it," Miley said, trying not to laugh, but not being too successful. Oliver made a face.

"Fine. Then, the Smokin' Oken strikes again!" He stood up and started to do a little Oliver dance.

"So who's the, um…lucky girl?" asked Lilly, also trying not to laugh.

"What, you think I'm going to tell you guys now when you're obviously just going to start laughing at me again?"

"Hey, we're not laughing at you," Miley said, clutching her stomach, starting to laugh even harder. "We're laughing with you." Oliver arched his eyebrow.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You don't really have a date, do you Oliver?" asked Lilly.

"And especially not a 'hot' date," Miley added. They both stared at him. He gradually started to turn red.

"Yes I do!" Oliver shouted. His voice squeaked as he said it.

"Oh come on." Miley stopped laughing. "Are you trying to tell Lilly and I that you actually got a girl to go out with you without the help of either of us?"

"And for Christmas Eve?" Lilly added.

"Yes!"

"Okay!" Miley and Lilly both said at the same time. They then started to laugh once more.

"Okay, so what are your plans, Li-lly?" Oliver asked in a slightly obnoxious, sing song voice. Lilly immediately stopped laughing. She pointed at Oliver.

"You already know what I'm doing. It's the same every year." Miley gave her a questioning look. She sounded a little nervous when she said that. Oliver was shaking his head.

"My grandparents are visiting and we're having a big dinner. That's it!"

"Oh, no, no, no. That's not what I heard!"

"Oliver, what are you talking about?" Lilly's face also started to turn red. Miley just watched the two of them.

"A little birdie told me that…" Lilly stood up and went over to Oliver. She put both her hands over his mouth before he could finish his sentence.

"OLIVER, what did you HEAR?" Miley was starting to get really curious. She couldn't figure out what Lilly was freaking out about.

"Ooh, yes. Come on, Oliver. Spit it out," she said.

"No!" Lilly shouted. "Oliver," she said in a calm, but obviously fake voice as she grabbed his shirt and pulled him up with her. "I need to talk to you in private."

"Are you serious?" Miley asked. She got up, too.

"No, Miley. Please stay here." Lilly gave Oliver a look that made Miley laugh.

"Why? What's going on? Are you guy's hiding something from me? Like a secret?" She said it jokingly.

"I just need to talk to the Smokin' Oken here for a second, okay?" Lilly answered. Miley sat back down.

"Jeez, fine. Make a person feel even more unwanted, why don'tcha?"

"Excuse me?" Lilly asked already walking away.

"Nothing, nothing, don't mind me. Go do your thang!" Lilly, who still had one hand over Oliver's mouth, continued walking her and Oliver away, behind a small tree.

"Who told you?" Lilly asked, her eyes practically bulging out of her face. She took her hand away from his mouth.

"Will you calm down?" Oliver asked. "It's not that big a deal."

"Yes it is!" She was yelling in a whisper.

"Stop yelling at me!" Oliver whisper yelled.

"We're both whispering!" Lilly whisper yelled back.

"Okay," said Oliver, his voice back to a regular whisper. "Will you just tell me why it's such a big deal that you and—" Lilly put her hands over his mouth again. He smacked them away.

"Stop! She's not even here!"

"Don't say it."

"Once again. It's not that big a deal."

"Um, Oliver? Do you even know what the definition of a BIG deal is?" She had her arms crossed in front of her.

"Lilly, I just don't understand why you won't tell her. You and he have liked each other for a long time now. It's going to come out in the open eventually. Don't you want to be the one to break the news to her?" Lily just glared at him.

"Are you really trying to give me advice on telling people their SECRETS, Mr. I'm-So-In-Love-With-You-Know-Who-That-I-Have-To-Make-Up-Fake-Dates-To-Get-Her-To-Notice-ME?" Oliver's eyes widened and he gasped. He pointed at her.

"You said you wouldn't bring that up again!" She whacked his finger away and stepped closer to him.

"Yeah, well maybe I lied!" she said smugly. He looked down at his feet and kicked some sand around.

"I just haven't figured out what to say to her and when to say it to her," he said quietly. Lilly just rolled her eyes.

"Oliver, it's been forever now. You have to tell Miley." She put her hand on his shoulder. "Look, it's the holidays. It's the perfect time to tell her how you feel."

"Yeah, but whenever I even think about letting her know, I think about the time she compared her love for me to that of a pet fish."

"Yes, that's true. But remember, she said she'd cry for you if you were a pet fish that died." Oliver just frowned at her.

"Hey, you need to get over that. Back then you didn't even like her. You only liked Hannah Montana. And yeah, she didn't like you either, but who knows now? She might have changed her mind." Oliver nodded.

"Yeah, but wouldn't you know if she did? You're her best friend."

"Um, you're her best friend too."

"Yeah, but you guys do that whole girly girl gossip thing." Lilly rolled her eyes again.

"Whatever. No, I don't know if she likes you. You need to find out for yourself. And you need to not mention Jackson and me ever again. Miley can't find out yet."

"Yeah, well Miley can't find out my secret yet either," he said.

Suddenly they heard a third voice.

"Find out what exactly?"

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A/N: So, just tell me what you think in a nice little review, okay? Thanks!

Danielle