A/N: I got so many reviews, I had to update! Happy Halloween everyone! This was originally supposed to be two chapters but they were each really short so I just combined them. Anyway, I saw the new epsiode of Hannah Montana. It's on for any of those who want to see it early. It's really good. Oh and I forgot to mention all my chapters are named after songs. Yeah, so review and I will update as soon as I can!
IxRIDExTHExOLLIExTROLLIE: I totally agree. Why a Rachel? My friend, Rachel, is going around all happy that her name is in Hannah Montana now.
Toxxic-hugs: No this is not a oneshot. I personally dont like oneshots.
Disclaimer: Same as Chapter 1. If I owned Hannah Montana, I most certainly wouldn't be sitting at home. I would be out partying with Mitchel Musso!
Chapter 2- The Story So Far
Oliver Oken was pro with chatting with babes. Or at least he thought he was. He was having no luck with the ladies tonight so he logged off the computer. He collapsed on his bed and turned on the TV.
"Another sold-out show for Miss Montana! Looks like nothing is stopping her from taking over the world!" the announcer said.
"Or my heart," Oliver muttered to himself. For as long as he remember he had been in love with Miley Stewart. He even had the chance to be with her and blew it. She told him she was Hannah Montana, the other girl he was in love with, Everything about Miley was perfect. He had lied when he said their hug was awkward when the truth was he didn't want to ever let go. Psh, what an idiot move.
He had lost his chance with Miley. She liked Jake now. He almost jumped for joy when he learned Jake was going out with Rachel from Spanish. Miley was crushed and of course she needed a shoulder to cry on. God dang, Lily for always being there for Miley.
Somehow Oliver slowly drifted off to sleep. He was awoken the next morning by his cell phone ringing. He checked the caller ID. Miley.
"Yes?" Oliver murmured into the phone. It was only 11 o'clock in the morning.
"Hey. Me and Lily are going down to the beach. Meet us there?" Oliver didn't have to think twice. He quickly hung up the phone and looked for something to wear. He found a blue Speedo in his drawer and screamed. How gross!
"Oliver, you scream like a girl," his mom said as she walked past his room with a laundry basket in hand. Oliver gave his mom a dirty look and shut his door.
After fifteen minutes, Oliver left his house and skateboarded down to the beach. He walked over to Rico's Shack where Miley's brother, Jackson, was "working." He was playing chess with Rico and was losing badly-very badly.
"Hey Jackson, have you seen Miley?" Oliver asked.
"She's down by the shore. God dang you castles!" Jackson growled.
"Those are called rooks you donut," Oliver said, walking away and shaking his head. What he didn't see was that he accidentally ran into Rachel. "Oh hey Rachel. Where's Jake?" Oliver looked around her, surprised to see Jake was not in tow.
"Oh you didn't hear? Um, me and Jake kind of broke up." Her face looked glum and she started to walk away.
"Why?"
Rachel sighed and turned around. "He likes Miley, not me. It's all Hannah Montana's fault for bringing her up. Jake and I got into this huge fight and well… it just blew over. I ended up walking home. Stupid Jerk." This time she actually walked away. Oliver ran down to the shore, looking for Miley.
There she was. Talking to Jake Ryan. With a smile on her face. Oh great.
"And then I told her to hit the road and don't come back no more no more." It was sad Jake could find humor in his breakup by making stupid corny jokes. But Miley still laughed. It was just her and Jake sitting on the beach. Lily was heavens know where. She glanced around her. She was sitting in the same exact spot Becca and Oliver broke up. It turns out she was just using Oliver to make some other guy jealous. Miley felt a sudden jolt. Jake had his hand on her knee.
"Miley, look at me." Jake's voice grew serious. She looked at him. " I never liked Rachel. I hope you know that. When I was with her, you were all I could think of. Miley, I care about you. Alot. Will you be my girlfriend? My vampire slayer?"
Miley felt butterflies in her stomach. But for another reason. She saw Oliver coming towards her. She realized Oliver would never like her and Jake wouldn't be here for long.
"Jake, I would love to." Jake smiled and started to leaned foward. What Miley didn't realize was that she was making one of the biggest mistakes of her teenage life.
Oliver stopped dead in his tracks. Miley, his Miley, was kissing Jake Ryan, the guy everyone swooned over. Guys wanted to be him and girls (and some guys...) wanted to be with him. This really couldn't be happening. This was definetly a mess to be made.
I should be happy. I finally got Jake. So, why am I feeling so torn up inside?, Miley thought to herself as she sat on her roof. It was her comfort zone, where she was at total peace and no one could find her. She could see all of Malibu from up there. The waves crashed in the distance. The moonlight reflected off the ocean, creating an illuminous glow. This would probaly be the last peaceful moment in her life.
Across town, one other person was staring at the night sky. Oliver ran his fingers through his hair and dug his toes in the sand. He was at the rock where Miley confessed her other identity. This spot was his sanctuary, his haven. He had a box at his side. Inside held all his pictures, CD's, posters or whatever that reminded him of Miley and Hannah. He found a spot of dirt under a tree. He knelt down and starting digging. He shoved the box in the ground and buried it.