Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana. The only thing I own is the plot and the characters that you don't recognize.
Chapter Two- The Test
They were back at college. Neither had told of that night. Miley had come close to telling Lilly one night, but decided against it. She would wait. If it turned to the worse case of pregnancy, she would tell. If not, it would be her and Oliver's little secret. She would wait two weeks. That was final.
In two weeks, they would have a big test to see if they were eligible for some prize money. Miley needed it. Even though Hannah made so much, she decided to put that money away for later. It was a "just-in-case" fund. She was clueless, however, on how much she would need it in the year to follow.
One week passed. She couldn't stand not knowing. She finally decided to just do it. She bought a pregnancy test. She went into the bathroom. With her fingers crossed, she tested it. She looked down. The thin, pen-like tester read one word: PREGNANT. Miley panicked. What should I do? She pondered to herself. Do I tell Oliver? Lilly? What will everyone think of me? I can't do this alone.
She kept it a secret for one day. On her date with Oliver, she was ready to tell him. She warmed the subject up first.
"Hey, Olly, you remember that night at Huntington?" Miley questioned.
"Yeah, baby, why?"
"Okay. I did a pregnancy test. And it turned out positive. Oliver, I'm pregnant." Miley responded.
Miley saw him choke. He nervously rubbed his hands over his eyes and inhaled deeply. Oh, my God, he thought. What should we do? Where do I go from here?
"Who have you told about this?" Oliver asked in a calm manner.
"You," Miley said hesitantly.
"And that's it?" Oliver asked surprisingly.
"Yeah. I couldn't really work up the nerve to tell Lilly, or worse, my dad."
Oliver turned pale. He had forgotten about his parents! He knew he would have to tell them. How would they react? What would they say? Would they kick him out? Ignore him? Leave him out in the cold? This is too much. But then another chilling thought haunted his brain.
"Hannah," he muttered, "What about Hannah Montana? She can't just get pregnant all of a sudden. That would ruin your career." Oliver said.
"Oh, my God. My career is over if I keep this baby," Miley whispered. She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't decide what to do so she ran. She ran with the sun in her face and the wind in her long brown hair. She ran back to her dorm, into the bathroom with the door locked. She melted into a puddle of tears, and her quiet tears of despair grew into great sobs of hopelessness. All of a sudden, she heard a knock on the door.
"Miley?" a familiar voice asked, "Is that you? What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Lilly, I'm pregnant."
Silence. All she heard was silence. Then, she opened the door to her best friend standing there with the blankest look on her face. She looked like she had seen a ghost. Then she welcomed Miley into the biggest, warmest hug. They sat down together and cried on the bed.