"I swear to God," Miley drawled slowly, her wide, unblinking eyes glued to the television, "'Fa La La Lifetime' is going to be the death of me."

"Yeah," Jake replied slowly, his eyes also focused on the opening credits of 'Pregnant Teen at Christmas.' "God, these movies are so… genius."

"Shh!" Miley said, slapping his hand. "It's starting!"

Miley Stewart and Jake Ryan had succeeded in being "just friends" for about two and a half months. He had come home from Antarctica frostbitten, sick of Mikayla, and missing Miley and they had been together ever since. She was currently splayed across her sofa, her head in his lap, and had been in the same position for the past three "Lifetime" original movies.

A buzzing from the coffee table shook the two out of their trance.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaah," Jake groaned. "Who is that?"

"Some jerk!"

"Don't they know we're learning important life lessons here?!" Jake yelled, gesturing at the crying teenager on the television screen.

"I'll check it and then turn it off," Miley replied, grudgingly leaning forward to grab her cell phone. She opened it. "It's a text from Oliver," she said.

"Okay, don't talk, just text him back and turn it off," Jake said, his eyes never leaving the television.

"Okay, okay. Sheesh." She opened the text message and read it over several times, her eyebrows creased. "What the heck does this mean?"

Jake sighed and hesitantly tore his eyes away from the television. "'Trouble with a capital T,'" he read out loud. "Maybe he has a sudden interest in old musicals." He shrugged and turned back to the television.

Miley rolled her eyes. 'What do you mean?' she typed quickly.

Her phone buzzed again a second later. 'Are you at home?'

She responded. 'Yeah, Jake and I are here… what's going on?'

'I'll be over in ten. I've got… news.'

"Oliver's coming over," Miley announced, tossing the phone onto the coffee table. "So, because I don't want to risk your manly appearance, I'm turning off the TV." She snatched the remote and hit the 'power' button.

Jake hit his forehead with his hand. "Come on! It's just getting to the good part!"

Miley giggled and sat up, pressing a kiss to her boyfriend's cheek. Placing a hand on his chest, she leaned in and whispered, "Don't worry, baby, I Tivo-ed it."

He chuckled and pressed his lips to hers. "Oh, you don't know what you do to me."

Suddenly, the door flew open. "My eyes are closed and you each have ten seconds to pry yourselves away from each other. When I open them, I expect for there to be at least two inches between you."

Groaning, Miley sat up and ran her fingers through her hair. "You can open your eyes, Oliver," she said.

Oliver removed the hand from his eyes and smiled at the couple. "Hello," he said. "Did you two lovebirds miss me while I was gone?" He flopped onto the chair.

"Oliver, you go to school in L.A. We live in L.A." Miley stated plainly. "We see you at least three times a week."

"True," Oliver said. "But there's just something different about seeing each other at home, right?"

Jake scratched his blonde head of hair and shook his head. "No, man, not really."

Oliver sighed. "You two suck the fun out of everything."

There was a moment of silence before Miley spoke. "Um… Oliver?"

He smiled at his Tennessee friend. "Yes?"

Miley scrunched her eyebrows and looked at Jake. "You… I thought that… why the heck did you come over here?"

Oliver sighed. "I was stalling."

Miley smirked at him. "I know."

"It's just that I thought I wanted to talk to you about something but now that I'm actually here I'm not so sure that I-"

Jake laughed. "You're still stalling."

Oliver sighed again. "I know." The two superstars glared at their shaggy-headed friend and he closed his eyes tightly, leaning forward so that his elbows rested on his knees and his head rested in his hands. He sighed for a third time. "Remember the last time we had dinner together in L.A.?" he asked slowly, his head remaining in his hands, his eyes remaining shut. "Remember what we talked about?"

Miley looked confused. "About Lilly?"

Oliver nodded slowly. "Well, I was going to take your advice, Miles," he said. "I had all this romantic stuff planned. I just knew that we were going to be together by the end of the break."

Miley took a deep breath, intertwining her fingers with Jake's and squeezing his hand tightly. She had a feeling that she knew where this was going. "And?"

"So, I went to her house today," he said, finally sitting up and looking at his friends.

"And?" Jake prodded.

"And it was great. Everything was going great," he said. "We were making a pie and then we started having this little food fight thing…" he trailed off, shaking his head.

"And?" Jake and Miley said simultaneously, their knuckles practically turning blue as they squeezed each other's hands.

"And then I hit her boyfriend in the face with Cool Whip." Oliver finished flatly.

"Well, that doesn't sound so bad, Oliver," Miley said, releasing Jake's hand from her death grip and throwing her hands into the air. "The way you were talking, I thought that she had a boyfriend or some- Wait! Smokin' Oken say what?"

Oliver shrugged sadly. "She has a boyfriend," he said slowly. "And it's not me."

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update, but I've been in the middle of exams! Thanks so much to all of my FANTASTIC reviewers! It means so much to me! Now that I'm out of school, I will try to update more often, but I can't make any promises. Please review! Merry Christmas everyone!