Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana

"Lilly!" I heard as I reached to get a glass from the top shelf of the cabinet.

"In here!" I said, finally able to get the glass.

"Oh, hey, there you are," Oliver, who was now my husband, said as he walked into the kitchen. I turned to look at him as he gave me a quick kiss.

"Have you heard the news yet?" he asked me, taking off his jacket and hanging it by the door.

"No. What?" I asked him as I poured some water into the glass.

"The infamous has-been, Hannah Montana is coming to our town," Hearing the words 'Hannah Montana' made me literally stop dead in my tracks. I hadn't heard from Miley in ten years and now she's coming back.

"Wow, that'll be... interesting," I said as I grabbed my glass of water and walked over to where Oliver was sitting on the couch.

"Who says we're even going to see her?" Oliver asked.

"Well, she was our like best friend for like five years I think we owe her something," I said defensively. Miley had become a distant memory in my mind. I our Shophmore year in high school she had changed. A lot. She was staying out late, partying, drinking, smoking in the beginning of Junior year I had even caught her and other famous friends at some big party smoking pot. Oliver and I had tried as hard as we could to push her into rehab and we had almost convinced her, until one night at the end of junior year she had come over to my house sobbing. She was holding a plastic bag from a CVS in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. I could remember that night like it was yesterday.

"I thought you quit smoking," I said disgusted as I looked down and saw the cigarette in her hand.

"Can I uh... can I spend the night here?" she asked so quietly I could barely hear her.

"Why?" I asked her. She glanced down at the ground.

"I need to uh... I need to do something," she said still, quietly.

"what do you need to do that you can't do in your own house?" I asked her. Miley bit her lip as her tear filled eyes finally made contact with mine.

"I'm late," she said.

"Late... as in..." I didn't want her to say what I was thinking. I wanted her to say thats she was late for her curfew and her dad would kill her if she got home late. But in my heart I knew what she meant.

"Ya... my period..." she said as she threw the cigarette into the grass and then stepped on it to put it out.

"Come on in," I said as I finally opened the door.

And then she found out she was pregnant. At first she said she was going to have an abortion but then Oliver and I talked her out of it. She went through a phase where she was determined to keep the baby, she even bought clothes and toys for her son or daughter. Then she had decided to put the baby up for adoption. Oliver and I sorted through hundreds of possible parents and we finally picked a nice couple who lived out in the country on a farm that wanted to adopt. Then about a week later Miley told us she had gotten an abortion. It was at that point Robby Ray realized she needed help that no one could give her in Malibu so they moved. And we hadn't heard from them since.

"You can see her if you want to I guess..." Oliver said as he propped his feet up on the coffee table. "I just don't want anything to do with her," he finished.

"You know... maybe she's changed..." I said as I pulled my knees up to my chest.

"Honey..." Oliver said with a hint of anger in his voice.

"What? I mean... come on... it has been ten years," I said.

"You really think that Miley could change?" he asked me.

"Yes, I really do," I said sincerely.

"Okay... fine," Oliver said putting one of his hands up to show that he was finally giving up.

"I knew I'd win!" I said smiling as I snuggled up to his chest.

"You always do," Oliver said as he kissed the top of my head.

I sometimes couldn't help but think that maybe Miley becoming this way was some huge plan, I mean helping Miley is what really brought me and Oliver together and it was only after Miley left that I really realized how much I loved Oliver. During the summer before our Senior year was when it really hit me that I had loved Oliver all along. The day he told me he loved me was a day I would never ever forget. I know how people say they want their first kiss to be in the rain and they talk about all this romantic crap. The way that Oliver and I finally admitted our feelings for each other was far more romantic than any thing I had seen in the movies, read about or could even dream of. It was on a beach, the last day of summer, in front of the sunset. We had gotten into this huge argument about none other than Miley I had felt guilty for trying to stop her and I blamed myself for the abortion, Oliver, on the other hand felt no sorrow or regret what-so-ever. When the arguing finally stopped we looked each other in the eye for what seemed like eternity and then before I knew it, I was wrapped in his warm embrace and he was kissing me. As out senior year came to and end and our lives in school did as well we realized in all probability we would be growing apart. So, I came to his house the night before graduation crying my eyes out...

"Lilly..." Oliver said opening the door to his house,

"What's wrong?" he asked as he placed his hand on my hip.

"I just... I keep on thinking... this is it and... we're going different ways, And I..." I couldn't even talk I was sobbing so much.

"Here... come on inside..." I knew he couldn't understand what I was saying but he knew I was upset, and to him, that was all that mattered. He placed his hand on my back and lead me inside. We both sat down on his couch and all I could do was put my head on his shoulder and cry. I could feel him running his fingers through my hair as he whispered... "it'll be okay," in my ear.

"This is it," I said as I finally mustered up enough courage to look at him.

"What do you mean this is it?" Oliver asked.

"You're going off to college at UCLA and I'm stuck at stupid community college and It'll start with only seeing each other on weekends then only a few times every month then we'll drift apart and I just... I can't let that happen..." I said as the tears were still pouring from my eyes. Oliver didn't say anything. He didn't even look at me.

"I need to go... I can't do this... I can't..." I mumbled as I got off the couch and started walking towards the door.

"Lilly..." I heard Oliver say. I didn't turn to look at him. I had my eyes fixed on that door handle and my God I was determined to get their.

"What?" I said quietly not turning around.

"Lily!" Oliver said louder.

"What?" I said turning around a little aggravated now.

"Will you marry me?

Needless to say, I said yes. We got married a year later on the beach in the same spot our relationship has began. Oliver went to UCLA and we lived in a small apartment off campus. When he graduated with a degree in engineering we moved once again to an apartment closer to home in Malibu. It was about a year ago I found out I was pregnant with our first child. Six months ago I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl name Abigail.

My thoughts were interrupted as I heard Abigail's loud scream coming from the nursery.

"That's my cue," I said as I rose from the couch. Just as I did so I heard the doorbell ring

"And I guess that's mine..." O liver said as, he too, rose from the couch. I walked into the nursery and picked up my baby girl.

"Hey baby," I said sweetly as I cradled her in my arms. Her crying subsided and I walked out into the living room.

"Hun, who was at the door?" I asked bouncing Abigail in my arms.

"OH MY GOD!" I heard someone say, making the loud screech I had just heard from my daughter seem like only a whisper.

"Honey... look who stopped by to pay us a visit..." Oliver said. I knew whoever it was he sure wasn't happy to see them. As he peeled the door open more I was able to see the familiar face of Miley standing in the doorway.

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