A/N: I had three great reviews so I decided to post the second chapter. I have a third done already but I want to be sure people are reading and enjoying this. Otherwise it would be a waste of time to post these so I would like FOUR more reviews before Chapter Three is posted. Sound reasonable? I think so. So without further ado, here is Chapter Two of Hannah and Mike. Cheers!

Disclaimer: I own nothing and am making nothing off of the following. All characters following are retained by Disney.

Hannah and Mike

Chapter Two

"I'll see you guys in a few weeks," Lilly told Oliver and Miley as she left Miley's room, now wig-free, to head home.

"You have fun in Mexico. Look out for those Mexican boys!" Miley said waving happily, as Lilly's eyes widened in anticipation.

"Just don't drink the water! Trust me," Oliver called from the edge of Miley's bed.

Miley turned to look at him. Shaking her head she pushed him off the edge of the bed, Oliver's feet flying over his head as he crashed to the floor on the other side. Lilly just rolled her eyes and gave a final wave. "Make sure you have some fun too!" she mouthed, winking at Miley before scampering.

Miley stared at her retreating form in shock, but shook herself out of it. Walking around the bed, she began to put 'Lola's' clothing and wig away in its usual spot in her closet.

"That hurt," came Oliver's voice from behind the bed. Standing up and rubbing his head, he walked over and removed the last of items of 'Mike' from himself and handed them to Miley.

"I'm sure the fall was cushioned, ya' donut. Besides, I doubt anything important was damaged," she said laughing.

Oliver put a face of mock hurt on, but broke out laughing as well.

"Hey you busy tomorrow?" Miley asked after closing the 'Hannah Closet.'

"Course not. Why?"

"I have a radio show to appear on tomorrow. Think 'Mike' would like to come along?"

"Well, like Smokin' Oken, 'Mike' is usually busy with the ladies," he said with a mock cocky smile. After a look from Miley, he said, "But I'll have his people call your people. We'll have brunch."

Miley laughed a little at this. "So are you coming then?"

"Of course."

"Great! Come with me," she said, grabbing his hand and dragging him down the stairs.

As Miley came downstairs with Oliver in tow, she spotted her father busy in the kitchen.

"Daddy?"

"Hey Bud. Hey Oliver. You staying for dinner?" he replied, looking up the stove.

"Of course!" Oliver replied, licking his lips at the smells coming from the stove.

"Actually Dad, I was wondering if Oliver could stay the night. I'm bringing him with me to the radio show tomorrow."

"That might be easier since it's in the morning. Your parents mind?" he asked Oliver.

"They won't care. If anything, me not being there will allow my family the pleasure of left-overs. Very rare in my home."

"I don't doubt that. You clean me out when you stop by for a snack. Call your parents anyway," he said, grabbing the house phone and handing it to Oliver. "Just to be sure."

Oliver shrugged but took the phone and dialed his house, walking into the living room to tell his parents.

"Bringing him for moral support Bud?" he asked, turning to Miley. "Doesn't sound like you've told him Mikayla will be there."

"Yes and I haven't told him. Besides he's never really met Mikayla. Or at least she's never met 'Mike Standley the III,' my other best friend. She's only met 'Lola' I think."

"You be nice to her Bud. I know you two have… disagreements… but you still need to be the better person," he told her. As Oliver returned with the phone, he now directed his attention to him. "They okay with you staying over and spending a good part of the day with us son?"

"Of course. They'll be gone most of the weekend anyway, won't be back until late Sunday."

"Then I insist you stay with us Saturday night as well. Now dig in!" he said, bringing dinner over from the stove and setting it down in front of them.

An hour later, Miley and Oliver sat on the couch, looking through Miley's DVD collection, trying to decide what to watch.

"How about Hairspray?" she asked, holding the film up to him.

"Good God," he said, a revolted look coming upon his face. "Anything but that. John Travolta in a dress? Come on."

"I'll hold you to that then," she said smirking, grabbing her usual collection for herself and Lilly.

"A chick flick?" he questioned, looking at the films she was looking through.

"You did say anything other than Hairspray," she said, laughing at his even greater repulsion. "And they're 'romantic-comedies,' not 'chick flicks.' " At his repulsed face, she laughed again and sighed. "Fine, we watch what I want tonight, and you can pick tomorrow. Deal?"

"I guess. But not a word to the guys at school," he said, sitting down against the couch and putting his arms behind his head.

Chuckling a little, she put the DVD. "Of course. Don't want 'Smoken' Oken' to get a bad rep."

She sat down next to him, grabbing the remote and hitting play.

"No we don't. Knowing I put up with chick fl– err… 'romantic-comedies' will just attract the ladies even more. And knowing they all can't have me will just leave them even more heart broken."

Rolling her eyes, she snuggled up under her covers, unconsciously moving closer to Oliver.

As the film played, the two enjoyed a comfortable silence, slowly starting to doze off until the credits were playing. With Oliver out three scenes earlier, and snoring gently, Miley shifted slightly to get more comfortable and closed her eyes.

A/N: Again, I have a third chapter done, but I would like at least FOUR new reviews before I post that. I don't want to be posting new chapters of a story that isn't being read. So do me a favour mates and review!