Smokin' Oken

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana. I wish I owned Mitchel Musso, because he is a surprisingly good-looking 14-year-old, only now I am scaring myself with my liking of younger guys, and I'll just stop.

A/N: Just an idea that sprung into my head after watching this episode for like the EIGHTH time. Wow, I so have no life. Anyway, I think it's probably cliché and overdone, but I like it. Takes off from the episode where Oliver likes Hannah.

"The girl you thought you loved is standing right in front of you, and let's face it, you don't love her."

"You know, I think you're right. Well, that's two years of my life I'll never get back."

"So, are we going to be okay?"

"Yeah," Oliver opened his arms to me and I went gratefully into them. I was so glad we were still friends and nothing had changed between us. But what was that small insistent feeling? The one that make me ask: "Anything?"

"Well," he started, and my heart leaped with a hope I couldn't name.

"What?" I asked breathlessly.

"It's just that…"

"What?" I knew I wasn't sounding very intelligent, but it was hard to think, still being pressed up against Oliver's chest.

"This," he said, and kissed me.

I was too shocked to pull away. That's what I told myself anyway. But shock didn't explain why I was kissing him back.

We finally pulled away and stepped out of our embrace. Oliver grinned ruefully at me.

"Miley, you were wrong before. The girl I thought I loved is standing right in front of me and I do love her after all."

I could feel a ridiculous grin spreading across my face. "I love you too," I mumbled.

We smiled at each other, and then Oliver sighed. "Then, I guess the question is: how are we going to tell Lily?"