Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana
"Miles!" I heard Daddy yell for me. I sat down the hair brush I was using to try to untangle a knot in my blond Hannah wig, and pushed open my bedroom door.
"What?" I yelled down.
"Oliver's here!" I heard him call. Why on earth would... oh, right. Oliver was my date, no he was more than my date he was my boyfriend. God, even the sound of it made me cringe. I mean Oliver and me? Ew, that's just gross.
"Alright!" I yelled back down, annoyed. I closed my bedroom door and went back to brushing out the wig. It couldn't have been more than five minutes when I heard a knock on the door. I assumed it was Jackson.
"What do you want?" I called from inside the Hannah Closet.
"Miley?" I heard someone say. But it sure wasn't Jackson.
"Oliver?" I said curiously as I stepped over a pile of shoes and walked out of the closet. Whoa. Was that really Oliver? He looked... different. His hair was the same kind of messy style but instead of his normal t-shirt over polo shirt look that he normally sported he was wearing a button down shirt with the top button undone. Over that he wore a brown two button blazer which he had left unbuttoned. He had on a pair of jeans and then for shoes he was wearing a pair of black vans with skulls on them, it was the pair I had gotten him for his birthday about a year ago. I looked him up and down, he didn't look half bad. I shook the feeling off and gave him a smile.
"Sorry, I thought it was Jackson," I said as I shook my head as tugged at a loose string on the robe I was wearing since I still wasn't dressed for the Hannah Interview we were going to.
"It's fine," he said. God, since when have things gotten so awkward between Oliver and I.
"So I'm guessing your dad told you?" He said as he ran his hand through his hair. I looked at him, eyebrows raised.
"Told me what?" I asked. As I began to walk back into the Hannah closet, him following close behind me.
"That he wants us to ride this whole Holiver thing out too," Oliver said as he walked over to the couch that sat in the middle of the closet.
"Oh, yea, that," I said as I grabbed another dress off the rack of clothes.
"So do you know why exactly?" He asked as he took a seat on the pink girly couch. I turned around to him still holding the dress in one hand.
"Dad thinks that if we break up or tell the press that we broke up, that it'll make Hannah look like a tramp, which is bad publicity which is, well... not good," I told him. Daddy was kinda right but, I mean, I really did not want to pretend I was going out with my best friend. It was just kinda, wrong.
"Oh," Oliver said nodding. I nodded back at him and then turned back around to the clothes rack and continued looking for something to wear.
"Well I guess Lily will be happy," Oliver said after a couple minutes of silence.
"ya," I said laughing a bit.
"She has seriously got to open her eyes, I mean there's no way we'd ever go out with each other," he said in a pretty confident voice.
"Ya," I said. As Oliver said that it gave me a weird feeling. It was almost like, my heart sank, which sounds insane because that would mean that I like him, or that I wanted to go out with him. Which I don't. Maybe it was just the way he said it. So sure of himself. So positive that he had no feelings for me whatsoever. I shook off the feeling and went back to the clothes rack.
Once I had finally finished getting ready, Daddy, Oliver and I all piled into the limo and drove down the the studio where the interview was taking place. We had sorted everything in out. We had decided on a place Oliver and I met, when we met, how we met. We had every question the interviewers could possibly throw at me scripted to a tee so that there would be absolutely no slip ups. Once the Limo pulled up we could hear the deafening screams of fans as someone opened up the door for us. I got out of the limo and Oliver got out behind me. I was surprised to see a few girls from our school in the crowd who were not looking at me, but looking at...Oliver? And if I'm not mistaken one of those girls was a senior. Man, Oliver must be loving this. I glanced over at him, but, to my surprise he wasn't looking out at the hundreds of fans who were screaming out his name. He was looking at me.
"So Hannah is this your new man?" I heard a paparazzi scream from the crowd. I glanced away, trying to ignore their flashing cameras as we headed for the doors of the studio. Once inside I was whisked away to makeup as Oliver and Daddy waited backstage. Once I had finished in makeup and hair I was sent back to backstage where I found Daddy and oliver sitting on top of an old beat up, wooden table, both with cans of soda in their hand. I walked over to both of them.
"Now hun, you remember what we practiced," Daddy said.
"Oliver and I met at a CD signing in Malibu, I felt a sudden connection, we started talking and getting really close then he asked me out," I said, rehearsing the story that Daddy and I had made up about the way Oliver and Hannah had met. Daddy nodded in satisfaction.
"Good, now just remember that" He said as he gave my arm a light squeeze. I gave him a quick smile before a man dressed completely in black wearing a headset and carrying a walkie-talkie came up to us.
"Ms. Montana your on in five," He said as he dramatically held up five fingers. I nodded and then followed him as he lead me to hallway where I could hear what the host of the show was saying.
"Alright, now for our next guest, HANNAH MONTANA!" The host said in a very high-pitched and perky voice. I glanced over at the stage hand who was motioning me, very dramatically I may add, in the direction of the stage. I let out a little laugh at how stupid this guy looked before I walked out onto the lit-up stage. I smiled and waved as the audience stood up from their seats, all applauding.
"HELOO Ms. Montana!" The host said as she walked over to me, wrapping her arm around my neck and brining me in for a hug. I patted her back until she let go. Once she did, she took me by the hand and lead me over to the couch that sat in the middle on the huge stage. As if I didn't know where to sit. I mentally rolled my eyes.
"Alright Ms. Montana, lets just cut right to the chase," She said as she puled her knee-length black skirt down a bit, "Who is this new man you were caught with?"
"Well, his name is Oliver Oken," I started but she cut me off.
"Where'd you two meet?" she asked.
"We met at one of my CD signing in Malibu," I said hoping the answer didn't sound scripted. She nodded and then placed her elbows on her knees and leaned forward, crossing her manicured hands in front of her.
"And was it just love at first sight?" she asked in a very dreamily voice.
"Yes, definitely," Bleh. I felt like I should go wash my mouth out with soap after saying that. She had a very thoughtful look on her face as she looked at me.
"Now it's my understanding that he is here with you today?" She said. I nodded in hopes that this conversation would stop right here.
"Well why don't we bring him out!" she said, as a smile pierced her lips. Now here's something we didn't rehearse. Oliver coming on stage with me? My dad wouldn't let them? Right?
"Oh no... I..." but just then the music was cued and out walked a very confused looking Oliver. Crap. Oliver walked over to the couch where he shook hands with the host and then took a seat next to me. Man we were sitting awfully close. A little too close if you asked me, but I couldn't scoot away, think about how that would look on national television. Once the music had died down and the host sat down she looked over at the two of us.
"My lord, you two are just the picture perfect couple," she said as she pushed a strand of blond curled hair out of her face.
"Now Oliver, do you love her?" she asked very seriously. Oh God, I thought I was going pee my pants. Seriously, I mean if he hesitates and says yes than that makes it sound like he doesn't, he can't just flat out say no because that would just be mean, but he can't say yes either I mean, he's my best friend. He can't love me like the way she thinks he does.
"Ya," Oliver said. I closed my eyes for a moment. This whole thing was just to much.
"Now, common now, you guys are sitting there looking all uptight and awkward, Oliver hold her hand or something, just because your on TV doesn't mean you have to act like this," she said. Great. Where was this part when we rehearsed how the interview would go. I glanced up at Oliver not quite sure what he was going to do. But my question was answered when I felt him, very awkwardly slip his hand into mine. Oh my God, I was holding hands with Oliver. This is disgusting. Truly and utterly disgusting.
"Aw!" She said as she sat back in her seat, apparently pleased at what she had done. We both smiled at her. As the interview went on Oliver eventually dropped my hand, but to my surprise he exchanged my hand for my shoulder which he had wrapped his arm around. It was incredibly awkward sitting there as this lady asked us questions about our fake relationship but what was even more awkward was the fact that Oliver didn't seem to think it was awkward. I mean, he of all people should, he's not the one with the alter ego, this is really him, he really has to pretend that he loves Hannah Montana. And I know that Oliver is not that good of an actor. But, he was sitting there with a huge smile on his face that I knew was real. I mean, there's no way. Oliver can't really be falling for me? Right?
A/N: wow. thank you guys so much! I was totally shocked by all the reviews! Please keep them coming! sorry this chapter kinda ended the same was the last one did but I kinda had to end it there. I'm sorry that it kinda sucked, but anyways... please review and tell me what you think! Thanks for reading! (oh, BTW I have a link to the outfit I kinda pictured Oliver wearing in my profile if you want to look)
