Disclaimer: If loving something made you own it, then I would own all the songs and characters used here. But it doesn't. So I don't. /

A/N: I'm thinking about starting a fan fic made up of a whole bunch of Moliver song fics. They won't be long, and most of them will be more song than anything, but I thought I'd give it a try. It'll be the r/r that'll help me decide whether to continue the idea or not. Let me know.

A Day Late – Anberlin

Oliver Oken, now 21 years old, gazed at the enveloped in his hands. He read "Miley Stewart" in the upper left hand corner. That's a name I didn't think I'd see again.

He proceeded to open up the envelope, where he pulled out a slip of paper and a photo. The paper was plain pink stationery. It read:

Hi Oliver,

I hope you don't mind me sending this to you at your new address and everything. I found it through, my "special" connections. I was just clearing out some of my stuff when I found this photo of us. Thought you might want to see it. Things shouldn't have ended like they did. I was hoping we could meet up for coffee or something. I miss you, Oliver.

Love, Miley xxoo

He looked at the photo. It was none other than a picture of them in their sophomore year, on Miley's porch. Fifteen year old Miley was kissing fifteen year old Oliver on the cheek, who wore a big grin on his face. Oliver turned over the picture, remembering exactly what was inscribed on the back. There, in sharpie:

"I love Miley Stewart with all my heart. Nothing can change that."

"Me too! I love Oliver Oken for forever and ever. Until the end. XXOO"

So let me get this straight
Say now you loved me all along
What made you hesitate
to tell me with words what you really feel?
I can see it in your eyes
you mean all of what you say
i remember so along ago, see I felt that same way

"Hey, whatcha looking at babe?" came a woman's voice from the kitchen.

"Nothing much. Just a letter from an old friend," Oliver replied.

"Oh, okay sweetie." She yelled back.


Now we both have separate lives and lovers (and lovers)
Insignificantly enough
we both have significant others

Only time will tell
Time will turn and tell

We are who we were when
Could have been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend
we are who, we are who we were when

Who knew what we know now
Could have been more but at least you're still my day late friend
We are who, we are who we were when

Still in shock from the sudden letter, Oliver decided to relax by watching some television. He flipped through channels, when he stopped at "The View". There was Hannah Montana, getting interviewed. He laughed to himself at this coincidence.

But thoughts they change
and times they rearrange
I don't know who you are anymore
Loves come and go and this I know
I'm not who you recall anymore
But i must confess
you're so much more than I remember
Can't help but entertain
these thoughts, thoughts of us together

We are who we were when
Could have been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend
We are who, we are who we were when
Who knew what we know now
Could have been more but at least you're still my day late friend
We are who, we are who we were when

My day late friend

So let me get this straight
All these years
and you were no where to be found
And now you want me for your own
But you're a day late
and my love, she's still renowned

He returned to his desk, rereading the letter.

"…I was hoping we could meet up for coffee or something. I miss you, Oliver."

He looked around his desk for something, before stuffing it into a new envelope, and addressed to a P.O box.

Two days later, Miley Stewart sat in her Hannah Montana office, opening up a letter from her personal mailbox. It was from Oliver, her old friend. She was excited to see that he'd replied.

She first pulled out a little slip of paper, which read, "Great to hear from you. Hope you're well. – Oliver"

She then opened the envelope a bit more and pulled out a thick card stock. She looked and read:

You're cordially invited

To the wedding of

Oliver Oken

And

Stacey Nalasco

Which will be held

On

Saturday, the fifteenth of June, in the year of two thousand and seven

At

Fifteen o' clock prime meridian

We are who we were when
Could have been lovers but at least you're still my day late friend
We are who, we are who we were when
Who knew what we know now
Could have been more but at least you're still my day late friend
We are who, we are who we were when

A/N: Yes? No? Feedback is always appreciated. With BIG smiles.