Drabble# 11.3

Title: I Wouldn't Be Caught Dead!

Miley and Oliver

"You have got to be joking, right". Oliver laughed as he saw what Miley wanted him to put on.

"Oh come on, think of all the people you will benefit."

"Benefit?" Hell if Oliver put on the outfit Miley wanted him to put on, the entire town would needs years and years of serious therapy.

"Miley me wearing that would cause serious emotional distress not only to me, but to the citizens of Malibu."

Miley knew there was only one way to get Oliver to do what she wanted. Oh, no you don't. You are not allowed to use the Miley pout, right now. Oliver exclaimed as he fought tooth and nail to get out of what Miley wanted him to.

"Please, do it for me, and for Olivia". Think of how happy she'll be, to see her Daddy up there."

"Oh, sure use the kid as emotional blackmail". Oliver shook his head.

Miley sauntered up to Oliver, she grabbed hold of his jacket. "Is it working?"

Oliver sighed defeated. "Yes but this is the last time I ever wear this" Said Oliver as he came walking out of the bathroom in a large

Pink Bunny Costume.

Miley picked her daughter. "Dada funny." Giggled the little girl.

Miley looked at her daughter. "Yeah, Dada is funny."

Oliver couldn't help but feel defeated as he saw his little girl giggling joyfully. He walked up to his two girls, only for you two would I be caught dead wearing such a ridiculous costume.

Drabble: #11.4

Title: Broken Promises

Couple: Miley and Oliver

Word Count: 185

Oliver Oken limped into the bedroom he shared with his wife, Miley. Miley was dressed up and ready for their date. Oliver wanted out of the date, so he tried to feign injury.

"Miley I really don't think I can go dancing with you tonight, this ankle just doesn't seem to be getting any better."

Miley stared down and looked at Oliver's sore ankle; she lifted it up and massaged it. My poor baby,"

"So you understand?" Oliver grinned thinking he had Miley in the palm of his hand.

"Yes, but that ankle is fine." Miley stated.

Oliver looked at her confused. "What? What do you mean?

"I mean, its fine. Now get up." Miley said gesturing for him to get dressed

"Oh so you are now a psychic, miracle healer?" Oliver inquired.

"No, but I am a woman, who can tell the difference between my left and my fight, and yesterday it was your right ankle hurting, and not your left. So put those dancing shoes on baby were going dancing." Miley said as she left the room dancing and singing.

Cha-cha-cha, cha ,cha.