Disclaimer: I clearly do not own any part of HM or the Walt Disney company. T.T Some things would be quite different. -sigh-

A/N: Really, this was what was racing through my own mind as I watched the episode. Very depressing. Don't read if you cannot stomach Loliver. -gag-

Pensive
by snickers3339 aka Theresa

Rating : K+

Summary: Where we collect Miley's thoughts during the episode 'What I Don't Like About You'. Definitely contains spoilers. LxO MxO

1.

I was quite excited to be back from filming. Being away from my friends for so long didn't do any good for me. I missed them. I missed Lilly and her exuberant personality. I missed Oliver and his.. His doughnuttyness.

I glanced at Daddy guiltily, as he grumbled under the weight of my various bags and luggages. His mumblings fell lost upon me as I heard yet another voicemail message from Lilly's phone. I frowned, trying Oliver's phone.

Nada.

I snapped my phone shut tapping my foot, standing in front of my house, turning towards my dad.

"How could people be so inconsiderate?!" I snapped at him.

He said something about carrying a lot of bags from beneath the mountain of my suitcases.

I threw open the door, now grouchy, because I was so looking forward to seeing my so-called best friends--

"Lilly! Oliver!"

My mouth curved up greatly, seeing them standing in the living room. I squealed in excitement, the reality of actually seeing them after so long hitting me. I threw myself into Lilly's arms first, then straight into Oliver's open arms, holding on for a little longer than necessary.

"So, uh, what have you guys been up to?" My grin was stretching from ear to ear.

And something odd happened - They both became equally stiff and stood awkwardly apart, both launching into various stories about going to the beach and whatnot.

Then it became quiet.

I stared at the two of them, and they stared right back.

I went upstairs, after Lilly told me to go get changed, and proceeded up, before I heard voices.

"How long do you think she's gonna be?" Oliver's voice.

"I dunno, maybe ten, fifteen minutes?" Lilly's voice.

"You thinking what I'm thinking...?"

A giggle.

I froze.

Wait. What were they thinking and why was Lilly giggling? I was sure I was the only one who laughed at his jokes.

And what scared me was that he didn't even say anything funny.

I tiptoed back down, and saw it.

My throat closed up and pushed down a scream that was just about to escape. I clamped my hand over my mouth as my heart sank right down into the pit of my stomach.

I wanted to gag, I wanted to say something, I wanted to yell at the both of them - Who were both now talking about whether they should come clean.

I leaned against the book shelf, resting my head on the wood, letting myself absorb this.

To say I was surprised was an understatement. I was devastated. Crushed.

Why was I crushed?

Because I loved Oliver Oscar Oken.

2.

Lilly was always so.. How do I put it? Abusive towards him? And now, they were making out in my living room.

Seriously. Making out.

As in. Lips. -gag- Touching. -double gag-

I knew that movie was trouble already, when it jeopardized my friendship with Oliver.

My eyes watered a little as they pulled apart, and started talking. Walking into the kitchen too.

Oh God, if they kissed in my kitchen too, I swear--

My throat opened a little and I bit my lip as a way to close off any song. I retreated a little, and made a short dash to my room. I had heard enough. I flopped on the bed.

What was another 5 minutes?

Forlornly, I planted my hand on my face.

It's not like I was needed anyway.

3.

Of course, what had irked me even more was that they actually wanted to keep this from me. I set a simple plan in action. Force them to tell me. Easy as pie.

I carried my burger back to an open table, Lilly following behind me. I grumbled about the onions, then childishly tossed them away when I distracted Lilly.

"So anyway, since my wig-out days are over, anything you want to tell me?" I tried not to glare. "You know, girl to girl, best friend to best friend?"

Oliver showed up, carrying drinks, looking gorgeous as always. He sat down across from me, right beside Lilly.

I planted a forced smile on my face and looked at the two of them.

Oliver said something about getting straws, but Lilly yanked him down. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, and smiled (almost in a flirty way) at him.

"Aw, Oliver, you are so considerate." I patted Lilly's arm, exaggerating my smile a little. "Isn't he considerate?"

I froze my smile.

Step one.

I took a breath.

"And cute too, huh?"

They both gaped at me, uttering surprised "What's".

"Yeah," I said. "You know, being gone, really opened my eyes for me."

And that was partly the truth.

I did open my eyes.

I suddenly knew that I wanted Oliver.

No, no, it wasn't some animosity thing between Lilly and I-- It was just, seeing them together, made me think of all the things that we could have been if I had just told him the truth.

And yet-- I couldn't believe what I was about to say--

"You two should date!" I said enthusiastically.

And the truth spilled out.

4.

And along with the truth, came an argument.

"Radiohead is my favourite band!" Lilly snapped.

I resisted the urge to hold up a sign saying, Hannah Montana Here.

But I let the fight continue, holding back a smirk. I immediately felt guilty - I wasn't vindictive or completely cruel. I could see that the outcome of this wouldn't be pretty.

So I tried to get them to make up, even though that was the last thing I wanted to do.

5.

I sat all alone, in the cold until midnight.

I was doing this for them.

They had to make up.

No, I'm not bipolar.

I was doing this because I knew they'd both be torn apart.

I wanted them to be happy.

I wanted them to make up.

I wanted them to have their happiness, when I was the furthest away from mine.

Daddy came and draped a blanket over my shoulders.

My teeth chattered.

My heart shattered.

6.

I had just finished telling Lilly that she would be the one I chose to see the movie preview with.

I made an excuse of going to tell Oliver why I didn't choose him.

I grinned a little to myself, as I handed Max twenty bucks to go tell Lilly she had been voted 'Girl with the ugliest ears in all of Seaview High history'. Oh, and that she had a 'squeaky' voice.

But I didn't say that.

I turned towards Oliver, sitting alone and desolate.

I bit my lip - Who knew what would spill out of the big mouth of mine?

"Hey."

"You're not getting any of my nachos, traitor." He hid his nachos protectively.

I pulled a hurt face. "I'm not a 'traitor'! I chose you."

And the voice inside my head went, "It's always you."

"Then why were you talking to Lilly?" he asked accusingly, glaring at me.

I willed myself not to drown in those brown.. Chocolate.. Orbs.. -sigh-

"Well-- I had to tell her why I chose you. She at least deserves that." I looked over my shoulder, holding back a fit of laughter. "I mean.. Look at her."

And at that moment, Lilly was covering her ears, and screaming "Nooo! No!"

Oliver couldn't believe it. He went on to say that Lilly and I shared everything.

I stared at him.

Not everything.

"Man, I must be awesome!" He leaned back proudly.

I stared at him again.

You have no idea, just how awesome.

7.

It was so utterly painful to make that video. Pretending to be both of them.

I played the girl I wanted to be at the moment.

I played the boy I desperately wanted.

Where was the part where I played the girl who got the guy and got to keep my best friend?

I watched as their faces changed at the turning point of the video.

Keep it in check, Miley, I thought to myself. You're doing this for them.

It was a lose-lose situation.

Maybe.. That's how it always had been.

And I let my heart go, as they left, his arm around her, and her head fitting 'perfectly' on his shoulder.

I managed to grasp a piece of my breaking heart as they left though.

I wasn't going to let go that easily.

Pretending to love this relationship was going to be the hardest thing I'd ever had to endure.

But in the mean time..

I still cannot believe that they would pick Radiohead or Coldplay over me.

Hahaha. Miley still has her ego. xD

So. Thoughts? About the fic? About the episode? About the show? Hmm.. How about some.. really.. STUPID WRITERS OF A CERTAIN SHOW, HMM?!