Disclaimer: I do not own Hanna Montana.
Summary: One shot on Oliver and Miley at a dance together.
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Oliver was dancing away with the girl of his dreams. To think, the girl standing right over there was the girl that he actually liked before her. It made him shiver just thinking about Beca. How could he have ever thought that she would ever replace Miley?
Miley…ah…the girl of his dreams. The girl that he was currently leaning in to kiss. Wait! He's leaning in to what! That's not in my script…oh…here it is, let's see here. 'He leans in to kiss her'…Oh, well maybe it is.
Anyways, when he leaned in it looked a little, or at least to Miley, it looked like he was leaning around her to look at Beca.
Soon enough Miley catches this and smacks him. They stop dancing and Oliver looks absolutely stunned.
"Ouch! What was that for!" He yelled, he wasn't really angry-just confused, hurt and utterly stunned.
"Well you're on a date with me and you're staring off at another girl."
"I wasn't." He says defensively. Then he bushed as he continued. "I was going to kiss you Miles."
She smiled. She liked the idea of kissing Oliver. She didn't think of him as just some stupid screw-up Oliver, like Lily. She loved Oliver in a way that she thought that she shouldn't. Just the knowledge that he had wanted to do the same as she had made her want to jump him right then and there, of course she wouldn't do that-she was still a lady.
Her smile made Oliver want to melt. God, he loved that smile. It made his stomach flutter. She didn't have the same look that she did as Hanna Montana. He loved her either way, don't get me wrong but he did feel different with Miley. It was probably because he knew her first as just plain Miley. Although he never thought of her as just plain Miley or at least not for about as long as he could remember, he had always known that she could be something so much more-he was right... He loved everything about her, the way she smiled to the way she ate, the way she laughed right down to the way she walked and talked. There was not one thing that Oliver could name that he didn't like about her. They always got along too.
Than she spoke again, "Well…now then I don't mind that idea."
They both smiled sheepishly before he leaned in and placed a sweet kiss upon her lips.
He didn't mind it either…
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Author's Note: My first Hanna Montana fic. Please review…