Masquerade
By AnnaMorgause
Description: I can be anything that you want me to. (One Shot Part of The Shuffle project)
Disclaimer: I own nothing
He wanted Miley.
....
...Well, he didn't want Miley as Miley. He wanted Hannah Montana. And that was okay, Miley was willing to be anything he wanted her to be and if wanted Hannah Montana, he was going to get Hannah Montana.
Really it was easier for both of them this way. They could pretend like they didn't know each other, like they weren't blurring the very thin line between best friend and lover. They could pretend like they weren't both cheating on their other best friend. They could pretend like this was enough.
He smiled as his "blonde" friend walked up to him. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He closed his eyes and made believe that she wasn't wearing her wig. She was doing the same thing. "Hannah" ran her hands through Oliver's hair, desperately wishing that he could do them same for her. Her hands moved from his hair, down to his chest.
A few more minutes into the make out session, Oliver couldn't take it anymore and he pushed "Hannah" away.
"Miley..." He said, looking at the floor
"Oliver," she breathed. Why did he use her real name? He never did during their little meetings.
"Miley, I can't do this anymore..."
She gulped. He didn't want Hannah Montana any more. She started to panic, she couldn't not be with him, she needed him. "I can be someone else. I-I have different wigs..."
"I don't want someone else, Miles," he said, turning to look her in the eyes.
"W-what do you mean?" Her mind was racing. What was he doing? What was he thinking?
"I don't want Hannah Montana, I don't want any other person you can think up. I want Miley Ray Stewart. I've always wanted her."
Miley was confused.
"Miley..." He said, looking down at the ground again, "The only reason I went along with this is because I got to be with you, in a weird sort of way. But I can't live with having a fake you, Miley, not any more. I need the real you, all of the real you, or..."
"...Or nothing?"
He nodded, "Or Nothing." Oliver really couldn't live with their little masquerade any more. At first it was enough, be now he needed the real thing.
"You really want me?" Miley asked after a little bit of silence.
He looked back up at her again. "Of course, Miles," he said, "Why would I want anyone else?"
"Hannah's better than me in so many ways..." Miley said, pulling her wig off, "She's more confident, she's-"
"She's nothing compared to you, Miley," Oliver said, cutting her off, "She's just show and, you're the real thing."
"Oliver..." Miley whispered as her eyes started to get filled with tears. Her mind was racing, the only thought she could really comprehened at the moment was how much she wanted to be in Oliver's arms. As if my instinct, Oliver hugged Miley tightly. Tears began to flow from Miley's eyes and she let them.
"So, what do you say, Miles?" Oliver asked her softly, "Can I have you? The real you?"
"God, Oliver," Miley said, holding on to him as hard as she could, "You have no idea how good it sounds to here you asked me that".
Oliver laughed a little. "So, should I take that as a 'yes'?"
Miley closed her eyes and smiled, "You should"
He wanted Miley
A/N: Short and cruddy. But hey, you've go to go through all the bad in order to get to the good. =)
PS: This was inspired by 'Masquerade' by Ashley Tisdale
