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A/N: They're not going to do anything yet. I've got to get them together first. :D Anyways. Enjoy this. You learn more names in this one. :D I'll go more in depth with Oliver's family history a little later, but for now, enjoy this chapter.

"Now, Miles, just act calm, cool--"

"--Oliver, am I freaking out? Does it look like I'm freaking out?"

"No-- But, you know--"

"--If I didn't know better, I'd say you're the more excited one." He gasped loudly, feigning shock.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Oliver's uncle looked up from the newspaper he was reading, as they entered the kitchen.

"Oliver! How's it going?"

"Good. Where's mom and dad?" Uncle Ben opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, Oliver's parents walked in, both exclaiming.

"Oliver!"

"We missed you, boy."

"Oh my--" Oliver's mom put her hand on her heart, seeing Miley. "And who's this?" Oliver slid an arm slyly around Miley's shoulder.

"Mom, remember Miley?" His mother gasped.

"No-- Miley? Miley Stewart? The one you had a cru--" He jumped.

"--Ohkay-- That's enough. Say hi!" Miley glanced at Oliver. She'd definitely be asking him about that later.

"Miley, Miley, Miley, you grew up quite nicely, didn't you?"

"Thank you Mrs. Oken." Miley never really knew how to accept compliments.

No matter how many she received.

"Oliver!" A pretty girl entered the room, with another guy. They looked quite like Oliver, siblings, maybe?

Miley wondered how many more people she'd have to meet.

"Maddie! Sean!"

"Hey bro!"

"Miles, this is my brother Sean, and my sister Maddie. They've always lived down here, even when we moved to Malibu, they stayed behind."

"Nice to meet you."

"Wow, when Oliver described you, he was so off.. You're really pretty, Miley," said Maddie, smiling kindly.

"Nice to meet you, Miley," Sean said, shaking her hand briskly, but smiling.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Oliver watched a little boy in a mini cowboy hat run towards Sean.

"Oh yeah.. Rory here says you said I have a new.. Ride.."

"Psh. Me?" Another boy came in.

"Yeah, dad, you di--"

"Alex always gives me away.. Luckily Sara doesn't-- Where is she anyways?"

"Outside with Jane and Katie." Miley glanced at Oliver.

"So, you have 5 nephews and nieces?"

"Yep."

"I had no idea how big your family actually was."

"Well, now you do."

"KIDS, DINNER!"

Miley and Oliver sat down side-by-side comfortably in the large dining room. Chatter ran throughout the hall, and laughter echoed. Oliver imitated Sara as he turned to Miley slightly.

" 'Miwey.. You're pwetty...' " She shoved him gently.

"Shut up."

"What? I think you're pretty."

"Thanks, Oliver. I think you're ... Cute."

"Cute? That's it?"

"Fine. Handsome."

"A bit better.." He grinned.

"Hey, Oliver, are you two done flirting?" Miley heated up, blushing slightly. Oliver casually placed an arm around the back of her chair.

"We never are." Miley didn't know how to react to that, so she opted on drinking a large gulp of water and choking on it.

"Riiiiight. Anyways, we put you and Miley's stuff in your bed room." It was Oliver's turn to choke.

"My room?" He assumed that Miley would get a spare bedroom. His mother nodded slowly.

"Yes, honey."

"Okay... What about Miley?" Everyone at the table shot them strange looks.

"Isn't she going to be.. Sharing with you?"

"What?" Oliver turned to Sean, shocked. "But you-- And Mandy-- What--"

"Times have changed, Oliver." Oliver's mom offered a small smile, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "We assumed that if you were as serious as to bring back a girl for once, that you'd be quite serious to..." His mother raised her eyebrows.

"Oh my god! Mom!" He had never been more embarassed before in his entire life. Aunt Harriet laughed out loud.

"Oh, Oliver, relax. We trust you'll be able to take care of her."

Miley glanced at a knife lying on the table and wondered whether she could just die right there and then.

"Okay.. Anyways.. Miley, what did you think of dinner?" Asked Uncle Ben kindly, although he was trying not to laugh.

"It was really good, sir."

"Please.. Call me Ben. You are free to call any of us by our first names."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes.. Don't worry about it.. Anyways.. It's getting late.. I'm sure you two would like to.." Uncle Ben lowered his voice conspicuously. "Turn in." People giggled and raised their eyebrows suggestively. Miley wanted to disappear. Oliver grabbed her hand and pulled her up gently.

"Okay-- We'll just unpack--"

"--Wooo!"

"--Shut up--" He looked around the table, not being able to decipher who was the culprit. "Whoever that was!" He pulled Miley upstairs, as both of them cracked up in the hallway. She leaned on him, laughing.

"Oh-- M-my gosh.. I've never been so embarrassed in my entire life-- Your family is hilarious.. In a good way--" She added. "Yeah... Oh wow.. This room rocks. You had an awesome room."

It was a fairly large room, and it had a small window, then a larger one. It was nicely furnished with wooden panellings on the wall, and carpeted flooring. The washroom had a shower, and a jacuzzi tub.

"Ookie-dokie. Unpacking time."

"Oliver," she said sweetly.

"Yeah?"

"Never say 'ookie-dokie' ever again." She glanced around the room, in awe. "Why'd you move to California?"

"I don't know. Why'd your family move to California?"

"Hannah Montana."

"Oh right." She took off his hat, and put it back on him.

"It looks good on you, cowboy." His mind went mad again, as he imagined her wearing it again, while they rocked the bed, both of them being sent into an overload of pleasure--

"I need a shower," he said quickly. She shook her head.

"I do too!"

"I'll fight you for it."

"Do you really want to lose?" He raised his eyebrows, as she smirked, with her arms crossed. He stood there for a little, counting down.

At '1', he pushed her back onto the bed, making her squeal in surprise. They rolled around, both trying to pin the other down, and tickle each other. He managed to get her down, and attacked her sides, while holding her down on the bed. He found his head slowing down as he looked at her, her hair all sprawled out on the bed, and her shirt riding up her middle. He became aware of the fact that she was under him, and that they were centimeters apart.

He rested his hands on her sides, sliding down to her waist, feeling her skin. She blinked, looking up at him, as she felt his hands touch her waist which was exposed. His weight on top of her, pressing her into the bed.. And he leaned down.. So close..

There.

Muahahahaha. Maybe they kissed-- Or maybe, it's just Oliver and his horny self. :)