Hey Everyone! This is not my first FanFic, but it is my first Fic under my new pen name. This is a Moliver story, because we all know Miley and Oliver are destined to be together. I will update frequently; I already know how this story goes, because I have had it hand-written and completed for quite a few months now. Please let me know what you think! I'd love feedback, good or bad. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana, or any of the characters in this Fic.

The little brunette-haired girl, who looked to be about five years old, sat in her Daddy's Camero. Her Daddy was driving, singing along to the country music playing on the radio, while her Mommah sat in the passenger seat laughing at her husband's animated singing. The young girl pretended she knew the words too, and giggled along with her parents. She turned to her seven-year-old brother, who was bopping his head around to the music. She turned her head back to her parents, and saw a red car swerving into their lane, heading straight for them.

"Robby watch out!" Her Mommah yelled.

Robby jerked the wheel to the right. The oncoming car hit the drivers side of the car, sending the family's Camero flipping three time down a small hill, before hitting a tree and coming to a complete stop.

The young girl was screaming, "Mommah! Mommah!"

She looked towards her mother who was pinned in her seat. Her Mommah turned her head very slowly towards the girl. She saw blood coming from her mother's head. She began screaming in terror at the sight.

Her Mommah smiled and said softly, "Shh, Miley. You're okay. You are gonna be fine, darling," Her voice cut off right after that. She remained staring at Miley, not actually seeing, as she passed.

Miley hollered, "Mommah!" She cried even harder, making it hard to put any words together. "Mum!" She yelled.

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"Mommah!" She cried. "MOMMAH!" She yelled again as if someone was physically torturing her.

"Miley!" Oliver said trying to wake up his best friend, who was apparently have a nightmare. "Wake up, Miles!" He gently shook her.

Miley gasped as her eyes shot open, tears streaming down her face. She was breathless and scared. She continued to gasp, trying to catch her breath. Oliver searched her face, worried.

"Miley, are you okay?" He asked quietly. She ran a hand through her messy hair and cleared her throat.

"Water," She replied in a shakey voice. With that she got out of bed and ran downstairs.

Oliver had been sleeping over at the Stewart's house for the past week, while his Mom was at a training camp for her police work. But, Oliver had been sleeping downstairs on the couch, Miley realized as she entered her kitchen, flipping the light on. Oh God, Miley thought. Not again.

She grabbed a glass, and filled it with water. As she drank hurriedly, she watched her own reflection in the window. Look at me. I'm a mess. Miley rubbed angrily at her eyes, trying to straighten out her make-up. As she tried to clean herself up, she pushed herself more towards a breakdown. That dream was so real. I haven't had that dream in years. I hate that dream. Miley began breathing heavily out of anger and frustration. It makes me look so weak.

"I AM NOT WEAK!" Miley yelled. She threw the glass at the wall and she watched it smash into pieces. After the crash, she crumpled to the floor.

Through her sobs, she heard someone running down the stairs.

A familiar voice, "Mile,"

"Daddy," Miley sobbed. Robby Ray helped her off the floor and pulled her into a hug. "It was the dream again." She muffled through her tears, into her Daddy's shoulder.

"Everything's okay, Bud," Robby Ray told her while rubbing her back. "She's okay now. She's not hurting anymore."

Hearing these words of comfort never eased up on the searing pain Miley felt in her heart at the thought of her mother.

"I know just the thing to make you feel better," Robby Ray stated. "I'll make you some Loco Hot Cocoa." He released his daughter and headed towards the stove. He called over his shoulder, "Hey Oliver, do you mind sitting with her while I make this?"

Miley turned to see that Oliver had been sitting at the bottom of the stairs, unsure of what to do.

"'Course," Oliver replied, standing up. He walked over to his best friend and laid his hand on her back, guiding her to the couch. They sat down together and Miley automatically put her head in her hands, and shook her head slowly, trying to push the memories away. Oliver began rubbing Miley's back from his sitting position to her left. He studied her every move, trying to understand what was going on in her head.

Well? What did you think? I will update very soon. Review, please.

-Rage and Grace