Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana. The only thing I own is the plot and the characters that you don't recognize.
Note: This story takes place during their COLLEGE Spring Break. Lilly is attending their college, too. Miley is still Hannah Montana. Jackson is graduating from college in May.
Chapter One- The Story
Spring Break in Huntington Beach by themselves is a recipe for trouble. Especially when the two people that are together alone are Miley Stewart and Oliver Oaken, lovebirds who have been dating for three months. They were eating a romantic dinner when the whole thing started. Miley was wearing her new red dress, similar to the one she wore several years earlier to impress Jake. Now Jake was in Hollywood. He had broken her heart a few years ago. Oliver was there. When her grandmother died, he was there. And when her father was falsely accused of rape, he was there. Now her father was fine. The trial was short, and their fault was found, thankfully before it was too late. Jake was there, too. But that was before the break-up. They were together at last. Then Jake wanted Miley to tell the world that she was Hannah. They would be the best Hollywood couple. Miley wasn't ready. Jake offered an ultimatum: don't be my boyfriend, or tell the world your secret. Miley chose the former, and that was it. But now, Miley and Oliver were the hot new couple.
"So, Miley, isn't this Spring Break awesome?" Oliver asked, as he took a sip from his champagne.
"Yeah. I'm so glad we finally got together. You know I loved you all along," Miley returned while she sipped her Cosmo.
"Me too, baby. You look sexy tonight," Oliver said, apparently a little drunk after downing a few too many champagnes. Miley appeared drunk as well. Neither of them had ever had alcohol before, as they just recently turned twenty-one. It was obviously showing its effects.
"C'mon, Olly, let's go back to the hotel," Miley said in a seductive way.
With a glance like that, Oliver thought, I can't say no. I really want to go. I love Miley. I think we're ready. A wise man once told me to do what feels right. Right now, I think this is right.
Oliver paid the check quickly, pulled a couple of ones out of his wallet and placed them on the table. As he hailed a taxi, Miley was hanging on his shoulder with love in her eyes.
The two began kissing passionately on the way back. It was a ten-minute taxi ride, and there were no signs of slowing down. As soon as they got to the hotel, their drunkenness was becoming all too apparent. Both being reasonably level-headed, this was past the line. They didn't think about what might happen, and jumped in too fast. No protection, no limits, and no clue—this could only end in trouble. It did. As they woke up the next day, they realized the enormity of their problem. That was only the beginning.