Disclaimer: I own nothin'. Not the show, not the characters, not even any of the states. ;( -sniff- But, why would I want to own a state-- Nevermind.

A/N: Okay. Here we go. A completely random idea that popped into my head. :) If there's anything that I get wrong, or that would insult anybody in any way, I'm sorry. This story is rated 'M' just to be safe, 'cause in case you've never read my other story.. There's a chance I'll go overboard in the middle, and have some.. -cough- Stuff. :) Okay, so they're 21, almost done their 4 years of university, but Oliver's studying to be a doctor (shocker - I know), and you know.. You need extra education and all. Miley's done with her 'Hannah Montana' career, and she's actually taking a bunch of random courses. :) I'll let you know once I think of them. :D

"Miles?" His room-mate, looked up from the text-book she was reading. They had become room-mates when they got accepted into the same university, and they really didn't feel like sharing a room with a total stranger.

"Hmm?"

"Can you do me a big, big, huge favor?" She looked at him suspiciously.

"What is it?"

"Want to go to Texas for the summer and visit my family with me?" She eyed him strangely.

"...Why?"

"Well, there's this thing-- And they've been bugging me--"

"--The whole 'Do you have a girlfriend thing'?"

"..Yeah." She laughed slightly, then resumed seriousness.

"Yeah... No."

"But, Miles-- Look, I already told them that I have a girlfriend! Could you just play along?"

"But--"

"--Aren't we best friends?"

"Yes.."

"Don't you want to help me?"

"Not in this case, no."

"Mileyyyy!"

"Oliverrrr!"

"Please? Come on, the semester's already over --and why the heck are you still reading-- Just a couple weeks for summer."

"But, why?! Can't you just pick up a random girl?" He was appalled.

"What? No! Besides, my parents actually like you."

"You already told them it was me, didn't you?"

"A little--" Glare. "Just a bit--" He cowered under the intensity of her gaze. "Fine! A lot! I thought my best friend would help me, but apparently not--"

"--Oliver."

"Yes?"

"I'll help you." He brightened, like a little boy, but considering they were both 21 now...

"Yes! Yay!"

"Act your age."

"I mean.." He coughed, lowering his voice. "Yes. Very good."

"So.. When do we leave?" He tugged at the collar of his shirt.

"Er.. Saturday?"

"Are you aware that, that's in two days?!"

"Really? No!"

"...I'm going to kill you and feed you to my horses."

"I already packed for myself."

"Well, that makes it all better, doesn't it?"

"Was that sarcasm?"

A notebook was thrown at him.
--

Miley was grumbling throughout the entire ride to the airport. Oliver resisted the urge to smile. She looked adorable when she was angry.. When the creases formed in forehead, or when her eyes widened..

He stopped himself.

She's just pretending to be your girlfriend.

"Okay. So, remember, we've been dating for.. Erm.. 3 months, and we've never dated before."

"So we've known each other for 10 years, and we've never dated before?"

"Yep. Oh and if my family gives you any trouble-- Like if they seem a little.. Nosy, just ignore it." She nodded, then winced slightly.

"Ow.. My neck hurts.." She rubbed her neck, rolling it slightly, eyes closed. He blinked, turning away.

"Hmm.. They should be around here somewhere--" His eyes landed on her again, and he decided on doing something bold. He put the handle of his luggage down, and moved behind her. He rubbed slow circles on her neck, alternating the speed and size of the circles. She sighed slightly, leaning back against him.

"That feels.. Really.. Really.. Good.."

"Hmm..." He leaned in closer, feeling her body heat, and smelling the sweet vanilla of her hair. She sighed, her back moving against his chest. He felt how soft her skin was, wondering how it would feel beneath his lips, beneath him.. Under him.. He almost leaned down to kiss her neck..

Almost..

"OLIVER!" They snapped into reality, looking up to see a small group of people walking towards them quickly. He jumped.

"Quick! Act like you like me." She laughed sarcastically.

"Ooh.. Dangit.. I've got to try so hard," she said dryly. She sank into his side, putting her arms around his middle, and plastering a smile on her face, and looking at him adoringly.

She wasn't totally acting, but that was her own secret.

"Ollie-darling! It's been so long-- And my, oh my, have you grown!" And older lady pinched his cheeks, making him smile uncomfortably. She was snapping gum messily. "Your parents are so anxious to see you-- Oh my, they were so sad when you left for university, that they moved back down here.."

"Hey Aunt Harriet.."

"Oliver!" A couple of young guys, wearing cowboy hats stepped up to meet him. One handed him his own cowboy hat, and grinned.

"Hey, you brought it!" They handed him his hat. Miley resisted the urge to laugh. Her smirk was wiped off when they turned to her, as if expecting something.

"Dude.. Put it on her."

"What?"

"What?"

"It's traditional. Whenever somebody in the family brings home a girl, we make them put the hat on them, as a mark of loyalty," said a short one. Miley blushed, as Oliver gently placed the hat on her. He set it so that it fit snugly, and he brushed her hair away from her face, then slid his hands down to her waist.

"So. Is Ollie-poo here a good kisser?" Miley looked alarmed, but composed herself, smiling confidently. She turned to Oliver, winking at him subtlely. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning up to him, and pressing her lips against his.

He almost died.

"Woo! Oliver's got some action going on!" He pulled back, arms still around her waist.

"Shut up."

"Okay, so, shall we go?"

"Yep."

"Okay, we better get going. Uncle Ben's waiting for you." Aunt Harriet then turned to Miley. "And dear, I think you're one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen."

"Oh-- Thank you! ... Oliver? Are you coming?" Oliver blinked, snapping his eyes rapidly.

"Wha-- Oh-- Okay--" He smiled at her, grabbing his luggage, and felt a slight twinge of jealousy as he watched his cousins fight over who got to carry Miley's bag for her.

Miley gasped as she saw Oliver's family's ranch. It seemed even bigger than her own family's ranch back home in Tennessee.

"Oh my-- Oliver-- It's beautiful!" He nodded, rubbing his neck uncomfortably.

"I guess it's nothing new for you.. You lived on one back in Tenessee, didn't you--" Aunt Harriet sighed happily, turning around in the passenger seat.

"--Oh, you're from Tennessee? No wonder you have such a cute southern accent!" Aunt Harriet smiled, knowing that this girl was perfect for Oliver.

Miley nodded. "Yeah. I used to live there."

"Oh, so you're used to horses, are you?"

"Yep, yes, ma'am."

"Well, we have so many.. Maybe Oliver can show you around later, but right now, we have so many people waiting inside--" Oliver nodded, stepping out of the car. He held out a hand for Miley, escorting her out. He was suddenly hit by little people, attacking his midriff.

"Uncle Ollie!"

"Hey sports!" A bunch of little kids, 2 boys and 3 girls crowded around Oliver squealing.

"Uncle Ollie! Daddy says you have a new ride! Whatever that means!" There was an awkward silence as Miley wasn't sure whether to laugh or blush.

"Well, daddy's.. Kinda .. in trouble now.. And I'll have a talk with him.."

"Who's this, Uncle Ollie?" The youngest girl was tugging on Oliver's pant leg. Oliver smiled, putting an arm around Miley.

"This, is Miley. Miles, this is Sara." Sara smiled a nearly toothless smile, and gestured for Miley to move closer.

"Miwey? You're pwetty.."

"Aww.. Thank you!"

"Come on, let's go inside, kids."

Miley smiled, unsure, wondering what she got herself into.

But then again, it could be fun.

Wow. A few weeks with Oliver's family. As his girlfriend. -giggles uncontrollably- Okay.. ANYWAYS. :) I'm taking a little, itsy-bitsy break from 'Start Of Something Very New' for a little, just to get everything straightened out. :) Enjoy this for a little. I'm not sure how long this will be, be rest assured, I've decided there's definitely going to be smut. :)