Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana

This takes place in the hospital scene of I Honestly Love You (No, not you) Pretty much what I think was really going through Oliver' head.


Freedom

"Okay, here we go," Oliver Oken said nervously, as he stood over his unconscious best friend/ former love of his life. "I've held this in long enough."

And he had. So long in fact that he had moved on to another girl, a great girl, but yet he was still there. That's why he needed to do this. He needed to tell her, so then it would be gone, out of his system, and he could tell Lilly he loved her with no guilt. His love for Miley would disappear, evaporate into thin air. And he'd feel great. He'd feel free, something he hadn't felt in a long time. But as he looked down at her still self, he couldn't help but how beautiful and peaceful she looked. Suddenly all he wanted to do was to lean down and kiss her forehead gently, like how a boyfriend would do to his sick girlfriend to let her know he was there.

No Oken! That's why we're here. So you can just get over this stupid little crush.

"Wow, this is harder than I thought."

Oliver paced across the room trying to build up the courage to just say it. Say it! She wouldn't hear him, and it would be gone. He would never think about what it would've been like if he had said 'Yes' when she asked him if he felt anything when they hugged. He would never have to pull apart from Lilly guiltily when he pictured Miley as they kissed. It would all be over.

"I don't think I can do this." He voiced, rubbing his hands together anxiously.

What if she woke up suddenly?

What if somebody heard?

What if she could hear?

What if her soul or whatever was walking around and listening like in that Kate Hudson movie?

Don't be ridiculous Oliver that's just a movie!

"Come on Oliver just say it, say it!"

Oliver walked to the edge of her bed and stared at her unmoving face and looked for any notion that she was awake. He was just consumed more with the desire to be with her. It was like the more he couldn't have her, the more he wanted her.

This. Has. To. Stop.

LILLY, you love LILLY.

Oliver took a deep breath before rushing over to Miley's bedside and grabbing her hand gently, looking into her closed eyes, picturing them open and blue, and felt the words slip from his mouth;

"I love you."

There, he said it.

But where was the symphony?

Where was the chorus of angels?

Where was the weight being lifted off his shoulders?

Where was his freedom?

"I really do." He added, hoping that this would crumble all the feelings he held for Miley.

But it didn't. They all remained very much intact.

It's cause you didn't get her reaction, stupid. You still don't know how she feels, all that's happened is that you've said it out loud. You want to know if she feels the same way. You've always wanted to know if she feels the same way.

"Yeah, like I'm ever really gonna have the guts to say that."