This is my first multi chapter Hannah Montana fic. Uh, I don't really know why I decided to write this, but once I started, I couldn't stop. Also, it had much shorter chapters than I usually used to write. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy it.

Just remember that:

1. It is always in Oliver's POV, unless it says it's not.

2. It is rated T for a reason. There will be mostly foul language somewhere along the line.

3. Oliver hates Jake in this fic.

4. It is implied that Lily is kinda with Jackson, but we'll touch on that later.

5. You should read this fic under Arial font. The format looks better ;)

And, that's pretty much it. Enjoy.

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Chapter 1: Depression

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I'd been inexplicably mopey this week.

For four months, I'd been slightly happy without Jake around. But, four months ago, I was torn to pieces when I came back from buying a snack to find that he and Miley had just kissed.

But, I mentioned nothing. I strayed away from the subject of Jake at all times. And of course, after he left for Romania for four months, Miley still called and webcamed him everyday. I tried to ignore it, and I was able to stand it for four long months. The pain of seeing her laugh and giggle because of some other guy – some pretty boy who she hadn't met until a few weeks ago – stung me. It stung real bad.

I'd give sad smiles to her whenever she spoke of Jake. I don't think she knew they were sad. And she'd smile a smile she'd only have for Jake. A happy, beautiful one.

I hadn't told anyone about how I felt.

Except for one day, after Lily and I walked Miley home. We began walking back to Lily's place.

It was seven o'clock and the sun barely begun to set. It would've been a beautiful sight to see, but I was too busy thinking about why Miley could find Jake so amazing. I mean, he was only a movie star, right?

Anyways, we'd been trudging on home slowly, when Lily turned around and looked at me.

"You like her, don't you?" she said out of the blue.

I paused. This question could go in many different directions. I chose the safe one.

"Who?" I asked dumbly.

"Miley," she rolled her eyes.

"Of course I like her. She's my friend," I said, trying not to let my voice waver. Too late.

"Yeah, right. I've seen the way you look at her," she said. Hearing her say that made me feel like donut. Was it that obvious?

"I don't like her that way. I'm happy for her. I'm happy she has Jake. I'm happy that she's happy!" I finished, as we turned the street corner.

"But you're not happy seeing her with Jake," Lily convinced herself.

Well, there was no worming my way out of this situation. She knew, and I could do nothing about a woman's intuition – or a woman's insistence.

"No," I looked the other way. "No, I'm not."

"Now we're getting somewhere!" she sighed with a smile.

"No, not really. We're just getting into my depression," I moped, showing a side that I'd been keeping hidden for a few weeks now.

"Youreally do like her, don't you?" she asked, patting my back like I was a pet.

"I – I guess…" she already knew, so why did I have to rub it in more?

"Alright. Well, we'll do something about it."

My head whipped up, and I looked back down at her. She looked sympathetic. It also looked like her lip gloss was smudged.

I wanted to laugh. Miley and I had been standing out on the patio for a while when Lily said she needed to get something back from Jackson. I guess she meant a makeout session.

Trying not to laugh, I focused on what she said again.

"We can't. If we do – look…" I paused. It hurt me to say this, but I had to. For Miley. "Miley loves Jake. She's happy with him, and that's all I want. For her to be happy."

Lily shrugged.

"If you're sure you want to hear her talking about Jake every single day he's away in Romania, fine," she said. She was trying the whole reverse psychology thing.

We arrived at her house, and she turned to walk in, after giving me a quick smack on the back, with a sympathetic look on her face.

"See you later," she said as she trailed in.

"Yeah. See ya," I said waving.

I regretted not taking her up on that offer.

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Well, four months had passed, and the guy everyone, but me, loved to love, was back. Lily and I were dragged to the airport with Miley when she insisted we come with her in order to give her 'boyfriend' a good 'welcome back'.

The first thing she did when Jake got out of the gate, close to the private section, was hug and kiss him.

I froze in my spot, and Lily held my shoulder, looking back up at me worriedly. I shook my head at her, signaling I was slightly okay. I tried my hardest not to scream, hyperventilate, run away, or die.

The pretty boy came around to us, giving Lily a hug.

"Thanks for coming, you guys!" he said, as he gave my hand a firm shake.

I grimaced, but squeezed his hand harder. He pulled away quickly, turning back to Miley who'd had a moment's glance of concern on her face.

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The ride home in Jake's SUV limo wasn't as fun as it was supposed to be.

I mean, there was a TV and a bar and everything, but I couldn't bring myself to pig out as usual. And, did I mention there was a hot tub? A freakin' hot tub! I thought they were lying about that in the movies…

Anyways, Lily and Miley had come prepared with their bathing suits, and I had too. I was wearing my trunks already, since we were going to go to the beach afterwards.

The three of them were sitting in the hot tub while I watched TV. A bunch of depressing love songs and music videos came on, almost making me cry. When I turned back to see Jake and Miley splashing water at each other, I almost did cry.

Finally, Miley said she was gonna go dry for a few minutes. So, she got out of the hot tub and rubbed her lower body with her towel. Jake was too busy talking to Lily to notice, but hell, I did.

No doubt did I feel like a pervert, but I couldn't bring myself to tear my eyes away.

She finally took a seat next to me, taking out a soda from the mini fridge.

"Why don't you come in?" she asked, taking a swig.

I didn't look at her. I couldn't. Her presence was already intoxicating.

"Forgot my trunks," I made the excuse.

Her hand traveled to the edge of my trunks, and she lifted them up a little. I shuddered from her soft touch.

"What d'you call these, then?" she asked with a smile.

I looked at her, unsmiling. I saw that it stung her a little.

"I just don't feel like it right now, okay?" I said softly, trying not to sound like a bastard. I hope it worked.

"Okay. If you're sure," she said shrugging, placing her soda in one of the cup holders. She climbed back into the hot tub, resuming her talking with Jake.

Lily looked back at me worriedly, and I shrugged and shook my head.

I think I need to start going on depression meds.

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TO BE CONTINUED…

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Okay, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. It starts a little slow, but there will be some action (both romance and real action) later. Please review on your way out if you can. Reviews encourage me to update faster. 