Title: Hearts, Minds, and other Talking Body Parts

Rating: T, just in case.

Ship: Moliver

Story Type: Full-length Chapter Story

A/N: So, I had another acount on this sight, but I wanted to start fresh with this story. It may seem kind of confusing at first, but here's the deal: when the writing is in italics it's the heart, brain, mouth, etc. talking to each other. No one can hear them except Miley because it is Miley, basically. Hope you like it.

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Okay, so like I know when you've been going out with a guy for two and a half years you should be in love with him.

"Miley," he said as he looked deeply into my eyes. He held both of my hands and pressed his forehead against mine. "I love you."

So why at that moment am I having trouble figuring out what my response should be?

"Miley?" He waved his freed hand in front of my face. "Are you still there?"

I felt like a deer in the headlights. My heart was pounding, my mind racing. I could hear the little tiny Miley's inside my head searching for an answer. Any answer.

"Miley's brain?" Miley's heart asked. "Where are you? Help her out already!"

"Well," the brain said, "according to my files, she should say "I love you too". They've been together 1,155 days, eighteen hours, and twenty three minutes, they've shared 1,948 kisses, and they've been on five hundred thirty four dates. I'm trying to get my message out but something is blocking me!"

"Mouth?" the heart asked. "Why are you blocking brain's message?"

"You told me to!" the mouth replied. "You said you, her heart, weren't in the relationship and not to let anything through about love."

"Heart!" the brain yelled.

"Sorry, but I just can't let it go through! I can't!"

"That's too bad, Heart. I'm the brain and what I say goes. She needs to tell him she loves him or she'll be humiliated in front of all these people. I guess I'll just have to take over again."

"No!" the heart screamed. "Mouth, please, don't let Brain do it!"

"Sorry, Heart. "You know in the end Brain has final say."

"I love you too," I finally said, and heard the 'aw how cutes' and the scowls all around me.

Jake kissed me hard and sloppily.

"Ew," Mouth said. "He tastes like tuna fish. And you know, you'd think for being a big actor and all he'd be a better kisser."

Jake pulled his lips away from mine. "Let's go somewhere more private." He started to drag me away.

"Brain! Stop her! This is bad! Very bad! It could scar her for life!" Heart said.

Brain sighed. "I'm trying to tell the feet to stop but they're way down there. It takes a while, and you know how stubborn they can be."

"Keep trying! Please!"

"Okay, fine. Feet, stop! Stop!"

"Why don't you have mouth say something?" Heart asked

"Mouth can't work until the feet stop. It's impossible. She needs to find her footing before she can say anything."

Finally, I got some sense into me and stopped walking with him.

"Babe?" he asked. "What's wrong?"

"Mouth! Now!" Brain said.

"I can't, Jake. I'm not ready."

"What?"

"I'm not ready."

"I thought you loved me." He gave me a questionable look.

"Please, Brain, don't make her say it. You all ready made her once tonight," the heart pleaded.

"I just can't. I'm not ready."

"Thank you."

"Listen, Miley. You know we're going to get married anyway, right?"

"Shoulders, shrug," the brain commanded.

"And if we're gonna get married, what's the big deal?"

"Did I just hear what I think I heard?" and ear asked.

"Oh no he didn't," the heart scowled, and pushed her way through.

"What's the big deal?" I snapped suddenly. "The big deal is you don't care! I told you I'm not ready and I mean it! My first time actually means something to me! I know it doesn't to you since you probably slept with every girl on the west coast, but I don't want to be like all the other girls you've slept with! I want to be different!"

"Come on, babe," Jake said. He grabbed me and started searching under my shirt. "I want you so bad, and deep down, I know you want me too."

"Oh no she doesn't," Heart said, while Brain screamed, "Hands do your job! Push him off!"

I pushed him off me and said, "Jake, please stop."

"Miley, Miley, Miley—always the good girl. Once you do it, it'll never be the same. Trust me, you'll like it. It'll be like we have a piece of each other. Don't you want that? Don't you want to be closer to me than ever before?"

He gave me a look again, a look that made my knees melt, how could I resist him?

"Oh, she's got to do it!" the heart said suddenly.

"Heart! What is the matter with you? She can't do anything with him. It would be detrimental to me! It would be horrible, and she'd become depressed! I thought you didn't love him anyway!"

"I didn't think I did, but he's just being so sweet. How can we possibly say no?"

"Heart," Brain said, "we don't have time for your mood swings now. You're too easily swayed. I'm going to have to make the feet walk her away."

"But that's not fair! I'm the heart! I know what she really wants!"

"Well, I'm the brain, and I know what's best for her. And what's best for her right now is to walk away. Her daddy told her so four years ago!"

"He did, didn't he?" the heart said, feeling guilty. "Well, she can't disobey Robby, that would be wrong. I guess you're right, Brain, again."

"Sorry Jake," I said, taking a step back. "I have to go."

I walked down the stairs and out the door of the house I had never seen before tonight. I had only taken two steps out the door when I realized Jake had driven me here, and that I didn't know the way home.

I pulled out my cell phone and searched through my speed dial. Who would I call? Dad? No, he would ask too many questions, and I was supposed to be studying with Lilly tonight.

Lilly? Nope. She was baby sitting her cousins. Jackson? Yeah, right. He was on a date, with a hot blonde, which made the chances of him coming to get me change from slim to none.

I skimmed down a bit further and found Oliver's name. He was probably on a date with Jodi, but I didn't think he'd mind coming to pick me up.

I hit call.

"Please let him pick up," the brain prayed.

The phone rang two times when I finally heard a groggy, "Hello?" Uh oh. He and Jodi were probably in the middle of something from the sound of it.

"Hey, Oliver. It's Miley."

"Oh, hey. What's up?"

"Is this a bad time? I'm sorry I just—"

"No, no," he said. "Its fine, it's just—why did you call?"

"Okay, like, Jake took me to this party at this house and he wanted to do things I didn't want to do, so I left, but I have no car. And it's not like I know where I am exactly, so I can't walk home—you know what a bad sense of direction I have, right? So now I like really need a ride home. Please come get me?"

"Where are you?"

I looked at the street sign. "I'm not exactly sure but the street corner says Camilla and Graver."

"Okay," he said. I wasn't sure, because I couldn't see him, but would bet money at that moment he was nodding his head and running his fingers through his hair while Jodi lay on his bed and tried to get information. "I'll look it up. Be there as soon as I can, okay?"

"All right." I nodded. And hung up the phone

Twenty minutes later Oliver's old jeep pulled up. The front seat was occupied by who else? Jodi.

"Ow. That hurts," Heart said.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I squeaked as I got into the back seat.

"No problem," Oliver said and he turned around to smile at me.

"That doesn't."

"You okay?" he asked.

"Fine, I just want to get home."

"Okay." He started to drive.

"Hey stinky Stewart," Jodi said from the front.

"Jodi," Oliver scolded. "Didn't we already talk about this?"

"Yeah, I know. Sorry, Ollie-pop," she said sweetly.

He gave her one of his smiles. "That's okay Jodi-bear."

"Ugh," Heart said. "Gag me."

"I know, right?" the brain said. "Talk about third party sexual harassment."

"Listen," Oliver said to me as the jeep came to a stop. "I've got to walk Jodi to her door. Are you gonna be okay?"

"Say no!" the heart pleaded.

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

I saw them walk together, and I saw them kiss, and I saw them giggle, and I wondered why Jake and I weren't like that.

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"How's it going?" I asked him half way through the long, quiet car ride.

"How's what going?"

"I don't know. Your life, things with Jodi, football?" You heard right. Oliver is on the football team.

"Fine, so-so, and good."

"Oh. I just feel like I haven't seen you in forever."

"That's because you haven't, you know, seen me in forever."

"Well, that's not my fault."

"So your saying it's my fault we don't hang out anymore?"

"Not exactly, but it's like every time I call you're either out with Jodi or out with the boys or out at football practice," I snapped.

"Well, what about you? Whenever I call you it's Lilly, or Jake, or Hannah Montana. It's like every other time I call the lines busy. You think I don't miss you? You think I don't want to be with you?" he said suddenly harsh.

"Ouch," Heart said. "That really hurt."

"Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean it to come out that way….Look. We're here."

"Great," I said. "So what are you doing tomorrow?"

"Football practice."

"What about after?"

"Date with Jodi. We're going to see that new movie with Matthew Fox…"

A pained look came over my face.

"…but I could get out of it."

"Really, you'd do that?"

"Miley, Jodi may be my girlfriend, but you're my best friend. I'll always find a way to make time for you."

"Thanks," I said and smiled. He smiled back. I opened my door and slid out. "Bye Ollie-pop."

"Don't ever call me that!" I heard him shout, but I was already at our front porch.

"This could be dangerous," Brain said. "Messing with another girl's guy."

The heart responded, "No, it's going to be beautiful."