Yes, it's true. This idea came to me while in the shower. Lol, so. I plan to make this SUPER long. This chapter is slightly corny, but I love it. It's a lollie, of course. (: You can't beat it. Now, in this first chapter I needed to lay down all the ground rules of the story. It's very crazy and I doubt any of you will like it but there it is.

Disclaimer – None of this is mine, and I don't own the rights to Hannah Montana.

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I'm walking on sunshine, Whoa oh. Don't it feel good?

"Oliver, if you drop me, I swear…." My hand clenches the back of my new husband's neck as he carries me down the hotel corridor.

"I'm not gonna drop you," He reassures me. "Now, are you ready to see the suite your fabulously amazing husband got you?"

He sets me down and my heels hit the carpet. I run a hand through my hair and flash a smile. "Yes."

He kicks the door open gently and I step inside in amazement.

"Eh? What did I tell ya?" He brags.

"Oliver, this room is incredible!" I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him, before running into the center of the room and spinning around like a child in a bakery.

There are flowers everywhere. Not roses, though. I hate roses. He knew that. Instead, there are purple daisies and bright yellow chrysanthemums scattered everywhere. My favorite.

He comes up behind me and rests his palms on either of my shoulders. "You look so beautiful."

I smile, "Were you nervous?"

He chuckles lightly, "You should've seen me pacing back and forth at the alter while everyone stared at me with blank looks. So embarrassing."

"Aw," I giggle, "and then I come out and make it all better?"

"Yes, you do." He kisses the side of my face before I escape his clutches and walk to the mirror. A white sheet of paper catches my eye.

There's calligraphy on the front I can barely make out, so I unfold the paper and read it out loud.

"Mr. and Mrs. Oken,

I am quite pleased to hear you have chosen The Le Bonheur Hotel

to spend the first hours of your honeymoon.

I am sure the cermony was lovely, and I can only wish

I was there to attend.

You will find a menu laying ontop of the miniature refrigerator,

as well as a key to access the swimming pool on the first floor.

If you need anything else,

feel free to call the front desk for assistance.

All the luck and best wishes,

Adrian du Lac

Hotel Admin"

"EEK!" I squeal, "Look Ollie! Mr. and Mrs. Oken!"

He laughs at me, "That's right, Lillian Oken. You're mine… forever."

I refrain the urge to repeatedly bounce up and down singing, 'Mrs. Lillian Oken! Mrs. Lillian Oken!' like I did when I was seven.

"I think I'm going to change… long day, heavy dress." I unzip myself and proceed into the bathroom.

It's big. Bigger than any bathroom I've seen in my life.

The shower was at least ten feet away from the toilet, and the sink had a mermaid faucet that held the soap, under a shiny mirror strung with lights all around it.

For once, my reflection in the full body mirror was flawless.

My dress was silver, not white. I hate white. Almost as much as I hate roses. It wasn't the silver color, like the color of metal.

It was the light silver, sort of off-white with a red sash trimming my waist. My hair was up in curls, tied with a red daffodil.

I quietly hum to myself as I strip of the dress and replace it with one of Oliver's overlarged blue t-shirts.

I switch the mermaid faucet on and let the water run through my hair, undoing the curls. After a while, I find the towels located in the back of a closet and choose one.

I give myself another quick look before hanging the dress on the back of the door and returning back to the bedroom.

Oliver's already made his way to bed, and I can tell he's half asleep. Giggling, I climb in next to him and shut my eyes. He's soft, and I can smell his cologne.

"Oliver," I breathe his name, attempting to get his attention.

"Hrgmph?" He grunts, opening his eyes to look at mine.

"When the honeymoon's over, life begins." My voice is soft, almost above a whisper. "Are you scared?"

"Me? Scared?" He scoffs and I roll my eyes, laughing to myself. "I just can't believe the wedding's already over."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

He stiffens up. "We've been talking about getting married since we were ten. Now, it's just… eleven years of excitement, and it only lasted four hours."

A smile appears on my lips. "Yes, but… remember. All good things must come to an end. Even if it took eleven years to make it happen."

He laughs and wraps his arms around my waist.

We fall asleep.

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Morning comes early in September. It's these times I'm glad I'm not still in school. Lilly's still sleeping, and I'm by the microwave waiting for my coffee to heat up.

I hit the button before it beeps and return to the sofa with my steaming cup. Watching Lilly sleep doesn't bother me. She's too beautiful.

Even though her head's tilted to the side, her mouth is hanging upen, and she's snoring. Very loud.

My eyes dart from her to the window. The sun is fully up now, and our flight back to Malibu leaves in three hours.

I can't find myself to wake her, so I pack her things while she sleeps. There's a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I ask.

"Maid." Replies a woman.

I open the door and in comes a young redhead, with fresh towels and a broom. "So, you two the newlyweds?"

"We've been married for a week," I tell her. She nods.

I watch as she puts the new towels in the bathroom and sweeps the carpet. She looks as me, "You okay? You're just sort of, sitting there."

I laugh, "We're leaving soon."

"Oh," She says. "I see… short honeymoon, eh?"

"I guess." I shrug and she returns to her work.

"Oliver?" I hear Lilly and my focus changes to her. She throws the covers off her body and sits up straight. "What time is it?"

"Eight. Our plane leaves soon." I tell her as she gets out of bed, passes the maid, and slides on her jeans.

As we board the airplane, it hits me.

I can't believe this is really happening. I'm married, me. Oliver Oken, married to his best friend.

Married.

It's such a frightening word.

We take our seats and instantly, Lilly's asleep on my shoulder. Jane Eyre sits in her lap, still unopened.

My eyes turn to the window and I watch as we fly home back to where we grew up.

June 15th, 2000.

"Lilly, give it back!" I was ten years old, running after Lilly who had my ring pop. She stopped by the willow tree and stuck it in her mouth.

"Lilly, that's not fair! I bought it!" I whined.

She popped it out of her mouth and grinned. "So? It's mine now." She ran her tongue over it before offering it back to me. "Still want it?"

Disgusted, I groaned. "No, it's okay… you can keep it."

Both of us were silent as I sighed and sat indian style in the grass. Lilly looked sad as she sat next to me. "What's wrong, Lil?"

She shrugged, eyeing the ring. "Daddy gave mommy a ring when they got married."

Her parents had recently gotten a divorce and I didn't realize until then how much it hurt her. She stiffened up as her story continued, "I don't like rings. They're not forever like people say they are."

I was silent, before I got an idea. I took the ring out of her hand and put it on her finger. "Lilly, will you marry me?"

Her eyes widened and they darted from me to her finger. After a while, she spoke."Only if you promise it'll be forever."

My ten year old eyes lit up, "I promise Lilly."

And we hugged.

I kept my promise. Because when I say forever, forever's what I mean….

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How cute. I love where this story is going :) I honestly think it's gonna go very far. If any of this was confusing, let me know and I'll explain. Oh, and yes. I stole the last line from a song. Reviews get chapter two up faster?

Bellatrix-Breezy