A/N: Hannah Montana is not mine, and neither is "If only Tears Could Bring You Back."
Summary: Miley has let stardom get to her head and is losing touch with Miley and beginning to be exclusively Hannah. It takes a real friend's song to bring back Miley.
What Happened to Miley?
Oliver's POV
"Do I know you?" the 22 year-old pop sensation, Hannah Montana, said, seemingly annoyed.
"Uhhhh…yeah," I said. "I'm Oliver Oken, your best friend, Miley."
"Who's Miley? I'm Hannah Montana, and this is Lola."
"Yeah," piped up Lola.
"Miley, I know you're in there, and this isn't you, Miley." I pleaded, but nothing would work.
"Bye, ummmmm what was it?"
"Oliver."
"Right, bye," Hannah, Miley, and the love of my life said.
"Bye."
"What happened to Miley?" I said to no one in particular.
"She left when she first went out with Jake Ryan."
"Hey, Jackson, what's going on?"
"Same thing going on with you. Trying to get the love of my life to remember me." He said with a touch of sadness.
"Lily?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"I know a way we might be able to pull it off, but it's going to have to be done with flawless execution, and timing, not to mention us being able to sing, and get on stage at a Hannah Montana concert." I said with as much seriousness as I could.
"Let me have it, and let's do this."
"I have this song I heard called, 'If Only Tears Could Bring you Back,' it's the perfect song to get them to remember us."
"Got it with you?"
"Yeah."
"Let's get to practicing, Hannah has a concert at 7."
"That's in three hours."
"Yeah, we got to do this now."
"Already?" I said with a bit of confusion.
"Jake is going to propose at the end of her last song."
"What?" I yelled.
"That's what I heard him tell one of his friends."
"Let's do this, Jackson."
7:45 that night
Hannah's manager walked out on stage with a microphone and said, " Before Hannah sings her final song tonight, we have two young men that have a message for two young women, you don't mind, do you Hannah?"
"No, not at all."
"Now, give it up for Jackson Stewart, and Oliver Oken."
As Jackson and I walked up, Mr. Stewart hit the music and I stopped him.
"Miley, I know you're out there somewhere,"
"Lily, you too."
"And if you two can hear us, please come back. Cue the music, Mr. Montana."
How will I start tomorrow without you here?
Who's heart will guide me while all the answers disappear?
Is it too late, are you too far gone to stay?
Best friends forever, should never have to go away!
What will I do? You know I'm only half without you
How will I make it through?
If only tears could bring you back to me
If only love could find a way
What I would do, what I would give if you
Returned to me, someday, somehow, someway
If my tears could bring you back to me
I'd cry you an ocean if you'd sail on home again
Waves of emotion will carry you, I know they can
Just let love guide you and your heart will chart the course
Soon you'll be drifting into the arms of your true north!
Look in my eyes, you'll see a million tears have gone by
And still they're not dry!
If only tears could bring you back to me
If only love could find a way
What I would do, what I would give if you
Returned to me, someday, somehow, someway
If my tears could bring you back to me
I'd hold you close and shout the words I only whispered before
For one more chance, for one last glance
There's not a thing, that I would not endure.
If only tears could bring you back to me
If only love could find a way!
What I would do, what I would give if you
Returned to me, someday, somehow, someway
If my tears could bring you back to me...
When we finished, I looked over at Hannah and Lola, and Lola had her blonde hair back and Hannah's hair was that beautiful reddish brown color. Lily was almost in tears, but Miley was.
"Thank you, Jackson and Oliver," she said through the tears. "I'm Miley Stewart, Hannah Montana's best friend, she had to go take care of some business, but she will return in the next minute, so sit tight." As she walked off stage, she walked over to me, and kissed me on the cheek.
She left, came back as Hannah Montana, and began to sing her last song, as I waited for the proposal, as did someone else.
You get the limo out front, oh
Hot styles every shoe every color,
Yeah, when you're famous it can be kinda fun,
It's really you and no one ever discovers,
In some way you're just like all your friends,
but on stage you're a star.
You get the best of both worlds,
chill it out take it slow,
then you rock out the show.
You get the best of both worlds,
mix it all together,
and you know that it's the best of both worlds.
You go to movie premieres, (is that Orlando Bloom?)
Hear your songs on the radio
Livin' 2 lifes is a little weird,
But school's cool cause nobody knows
Yeah you get to be a smalltown girl,
the big time when you play on the top.
You get the best of both worlds,
Chill it out take it slow,
Then you rock out the show.
You get the best of both worlds,
mix it all together,
and you know that it's the best of both,
Ya know the best of both worlds,
pictures and autographs,
You get ya face in all the magazines,
the best part is that you can be whoever you wanna be.
Yeah the best of both,
you got the best of both,
come on the best of both.
Who would'a thought that a girl like me,
would double as a superstar.
Wow! You get the best of both worlds,
chill it out take it slow,
then you rock out the show,
you get the best of both worlds,
mix it all together, and you know that it's the best.
You get the best of both worlds,
without the shades,
and the hair you can go anywhere,
you get the best of both worlds,
mix it all together, oh yeah,
it's so much better,
cause you know you got the best of both worlds!
As she finished, Jake came out, and when he go on one knee, she gave me a quick smile, as to say, "Don't worry."
"Hannah Montana, I have loved you since the first time I laid eyes on you. You're, smart, beautiful, charming, and like me, famous. So, with out further wait, Hannah, will you marry me?" he said, batting his eyelashes.
"No," she said, enticing a gasp from the entire crowd. "I met someone tonight, that I haven't treated like a friend in 4 years, even though I was in love with him." As she motioned for me to come on stage, she took off her wig and showed the world who Hannah really is, and kissed me again, this time on the lips, and I kissed her back, as the crowd went wild.
After the applause died down, Miley asked her dad if I could go on the rest of the tour with her, Lily and Jackson.
"Sure."
The hotel room that we stayed in had four twin-sized beds, not sure why, but it did. Mr. Stewart came in later than the four of us and said, "I better not be on the floor."
"You won't have to worry about that Dad," Jackson said, as he motioned toward an empty bed.
"Who's on the floor," he said, looking at the empty bed, then at the other three beds, his eyes coming to rest on Miley asleep in my arms. "Never mind."
The End
A/N: As you can see, I'm starting to rapidly post stories, that due to very little homework. Please R&R.