A/N: No... stop looking at me like that! It's not that weird that I'm updating. Is it? Okay - true, this is not the ideal length between chapters, but it's much shorter than usual. :D So ha. Right - about the story. This chapter (thankfully) is longer than the last one. On word the last one was two pages - this was six. I'm very proud of it, even if it kind of still is filler stuff. But GOOD filler stuff. Don't let my drabble discourage you. :D Right - kudos go to Sidhe-Anomaly whose reviews are always welcomed and enjoyed, even though lately there haven't been any updates in her neck of the woods. :D AND a brand new kudo goes to Kumori Doragon for an excellent review that made me smile... and she shares my love, not only of Oliver shirtless - but of his line 'Woo! Pants!'. Okay - I'm done. :D Enjoy!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana or anything affiliated to Hannah Montana. And no, my Season 1 and 2 Soundtracks don't count.

The next day, New Year's Eve, Lilly was over at the Stewarts' helping Miley pick out her outfit. By now she was very frustrated; Miley was rejecting everything she had suggested thus far. Giving up Lilly sat back in a chair, watching Miley stress. "Why is this such a big deal anyway?"

Miley threw another outfit option onto the floor and scoffed, "It's not – it's just… I don't know."

Lilly got a mischievous smile on her face, "Okay, I'm obviously not being any help, I'll just go downstairs." Miley simply waved a hand behind her, acknowledging Lilly had spoken, too busy concentrating on her clothes.

Flying down the stairs Lilly nearly hit Jackson; luckily he heard the clatter and stepped aside. Before he could yell out exactly what he was thinking, she started to laugh. Offended, a glare was cast her way, but she remained indifferent, laughing in random spurts. "Hey!"

Jumping, Lilly finally realized Jackson was standing there. "Geez, Jackson!" He continued to glare, but she continued, good mood unblemished. "Miley's so oblivious. She's treating it like a date already and Oliver's not even here!" Jackson simply stood, unimpressed. "Y'know the best part though? She doesn't even know, and Oliver doesn't even know, and they're both just gonna – oh my god!"

Before Jackson could articulate the words he had come up with, Robby entered. "Lilly, slowdown, you haven't had a sugar overload have you? You're goin' faster than a cheetah chasin' a warthog."

She rolled her eyes in response she was receiving from the Stewart boys. "Noooo, it's just –" Oliver happened to walk in at that moment and she squealed all the way over to him. Tackling him in a hug she continued squealing, "I'm so excited!"

On the other end, Oliver looked nervous to start, and Lilly's boisterous attitude scared him, "Umm… Lilly, you're not going."

"I know! You are! You and Miley are going! Together!" she smiled some more, and went to hug him again. Not really in the mood for hugging, he ran. About maybe a minute later Lilly really didn't care, grabbing Jackson to hug.

Jackson couldn't retaliate just then as Miley hollered downstairs, "Lilly – I forgot! You have to pick Oliver's hat! Get up here! Now!"

Jackson smirked in Oliver's direction, "Ooh, feisty."

Oliver opened his mouth, but never spoke as Lilly grabbed him by the wrist, dragging him upstairs.

Jackson and Robby looked on smiling, Robby chuckling, saying, "You're in for quite a night."

His son nodded, and then got confused, "Wait – what? You don't mean – no!"

"C'mon Jackson, what else is she gonna do? Where else? Maybe it won't be that bad. "Maybe she's got somewhere."

"Doubt it – and it will be that bad."

Robby shook his head, "It's your New Year's."

"What're you gonna do then? Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's safer this way. Listen, I'm just going to go hop some clubs. Hip-hoppin' clubs. Ha ha!" Jackson's disgusted face stopped him, and he continued in a more serious tone, "Just try and have a good time. You never know."

Up in her Hannah closet Miley had ceased to freak out over the perfect outfit. Instead, she found lots of little details to obsess about, one being: Oliver's hat. Luckily, the day before she had taken his hats hostage so Lilly could take as much time as she needed. Forgetting until last minute was not part of her plan and she was agonizing over this fact.

Before Miley had the opportunity to switch back to agonizing over her outfit Lilly appeared, dragging Oliver behind. "No fear! Lilly's here!" she piped brightly, ignoring the closet's chaos that seemed to entrance Oliver. She looked at Miley with a satisfactory, knowing smile on her face, "Great outfit Miles! I mean – Hannah."

The brightness didn't spread so quickly, "You don't think it's too…" she gestured to her entire outfit, "Do you?"

"No, no! It's blue and black and purpley-ness is perfect! Not at all like a bruise!" Before her friend could complain she changed the subject, "You said something about a hat?" Miley nodded and pointed to the pile sitting on a chair.

Lilly went through the pile easily, and almost uncaringly – worrying both Miley and Oliver, whose attention had suddenly been captured. A minute later a confident Lilly took a hat and placed it squarely onto her best guy friend's head. Miley still appeared anxious, "Are you sure? That's the one? Really?"

She just turned, "Miley, who is the hat expert here? Yes, I thought I thought it was me." Looking back onto the baseball had she had backward on Oliver's head she nodded. "Oh yeah, it's the right one." Miley bit her lip, still unsure. "C'mere." Lilly yanked both friends together in front of the mirror, standing back. A relieved, happy grin finally broke onto both their faces; it wasn't quite perfect, but a calm swept them both. Their friend couldn't help but comment, "Now that's a celebrity couple."

Downstairs, Jackson had succumbed to his fate somewhat as Robby had gone upstairs. He tried to think of how to maximize his fun while hanging out with Lilly that night. And so, being bored and unsuccessful he made a sandwich. He never realized it, but he thought better when he made food, whether it be at Rico's for customers or at home for himself. Dancing around the kitchen an idea struck him and immediately he called Cooper, "Hey! Coop!"

Right then Miley, Oliver, and Lilly all walked downstairs happily. Had Jackson been looking he would have been disturbed. Miley and Lilly were currently debating the guest list for the Hollywood party, Oliver watching in amusement, sitting on a stool. While convincing Cooper to throw at least a little party Jackson had completed his sandwich and had filled up a very fizzy beverage. "Yes! Thank you Cooper!" Jackson's voice was loud enough to stop the girls' argument over Ashton Kutcher.

Lilly crossed her arms, asking seriously, "Excited, Jackson?"

The ecstatic expression he wore disappeared instantly as he mumbled, "No."

Rolling her eyes at her brother Miley asked Lilly, "So what're you going to do tonight?"

The question startled Lilly somehow, "Oh, well – I don't really know." She trailed off, lost in thought as everyone stared at her. "I mean, I guess I was just planning on hanging out here." Lilly looked up at Jackson, with a half dazed and partially pleading face on, "Is that okay, Jackson?"

He glanced down at the sandwich in his hands, concealing an unknown smile, "Well, sure – I guess."

Robby had waltzed down the stairs seconds earlier and butt in, "Don't go and invite a bunch of people over now Jackson, at least ask me."

Grinning from ear to ear his son replied, "Okay Dad. Well can Lilly hang out here tonight? I mean, I need to check with you."

Throwing a glare in his son's direction Robby spoke to Lilly, "Sure Lilly. You can hang out with him," he jerked his head to the guy behind the counter, "if you can stand it. Then if you want you can sleep over 'cuz I'm sure Miley'll be back at a reasonable time. Right Miles?"

With an innocent smile Hannah answered, "Of course Daddy!"

Amused beyond all doubt, Lilly thanked Mr. Stewart. "I'm sure I'll be fine though. We'll come up with something to do."

A clatter of dishes accompanied by a "GAAAH!!" disrupted the pre-party discussion. Jackson had been dancing randomly around the kitchen for reason unknown as he got some ice-cubes. Plopping them a little too enthusiastically in his drink, not only splashing some onto Oliver's shirt, but he knocked over the cup and a nearby mustard bottle. He landed on the latter, squirting yellow-ness in Oliver's direction.

Oliver jumped up screaming, "GAAAH!!"

The girls turned in unison, and Miley, seeing the destruction of her carefully chosen outfit screamed, "Jackson!!"

Her brother shrank a little bit, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

Before Miley had flung herself to attack Jackson, Oliver spoke up. "It's alright," when both girls cast him an 'are you insane' look he continued, "really." Stripping off his shirt he elaborated, "My pants are fine – Jackson can loan me a shirt or something." Hannah was still steaming as the two hurried upstairs; Oliver turned back for a second, smiling soothingly, and the fire in her eyes died down a little.

The activity decreased in the living room kitchen area drastically once the boys took off. Miley sat down on the couch, lost in her own world while Lilly and Robby Ray stood, listening to the rest of Jackson's drink drip onto the floor. Methodically Lilly walked over and started to repair any damage the minor catastrophe had caused. Once Robby noticed what she was doing, (Miley still oblivious to all) he followed her. "You don't have to clean this up. Make Jackson do it – c'mon."

She smiled, but shrugged it off, "Nah, it's no big deal."

"But you're a guest here. If anyone should be cleaning – it should be me."

"Please, if I'm a guest here, then Jackson's the undercover superstar in the family." She looked up with a smirk, continuing, "Besides, you're in your party clothes."

"You're not?"

"Uh – no. Can't say I am."

"You're sure?"

Lilly dumped a bit of paper towel sludge into the trash, smiling at her own coming punch line, "Mr. S., I'm hanging out with Jackson." Robby Ray didn't have any more protests.

Meandering their way up the stairs Jackson and Oliver were an odd looking pair. Glad for more than the fact that his sister hadn't annihilated him, Jackson was sporadically dancing up the stairs, but it was more dancing than up. On the other hand, shirtless Oliver continued to check periodically to see if he was actually wet or sticky, but originally it was never more than one well-used baby wipe couldn't fix. By the time they reached Jackson's room Oliver really needed a distraction while his comrade had boiled down to a calmer version of ecstatically happy.

"Y'know this is really weird." Jackson stated, throwing a box of baby wipes Oliver's way.

"Um, yeah – why do you even have these? Is there something you haven't told people, Jackson?"

"Ha ha, very funny. This one girl I went out with made me go and baby-sit a three-year old."

"So now you have a baby running around somewhere?"

"No," he rolled his eyes, "I just discovered how awesome they are." Oliver extracted one gingerly from the box, "So now I keep some on hand." Walking toward the closet he added, "It's not gonna hurt you, stupid. Just use it."

Scowling in his direction Oliver did as what he said, and instantly felt much better. "Wow, you're right."

"No shit – I wasn't kidding. Now get over here and get a shirt."

Oliver saw Jackson's quickly deteriorating mood and hurried to a pile of clothes, "Right." He started grabbing shirts randomly and tried them on, throwing them back onto the ground if he didn't like them.

"Yeah – so this is weird."

Debating a shirt he had on Oliver asked, "What's weird?"

"You're actually borrowing my clothes. I never thought you'd actually need to."

"A huh," he flung another shirt onto the ground, and grabbed a forest green sleeve from the pile, throwing it on.

"Dude, you can not wear that shirt, Miley will kill you."

Oliver looked down a little sadly; he thought the shirt was really comfortable. But as he looked at himself in the mirror he knew Jackson was right, the color wasn't too bad, but when paired with the stick figures skateboarding all over, it obviously wasn't right for this party. "Yeah, you're right," he mumble, changing shirts again. He picked up another shirt that looked similar to the green one, but it was navy blue and was a tighter fit. Unlike the green where it's design went all the way down it's long sleeves the blue's design was small and almost impossible to see.

Jackson simply looked on while Oliver grabbed an almost see-through white button-up shirt. He put it on over the navy blue and buttoned the majority in the middle, then went over to the mirror. Smiling at what he saw, Oliver told Jackson, "Thanks man," and hurried downstairs.

Jackson stayed put, and sniffing his current shirt he threw it off, deciding he needed to change too.

"So what's his name?" Lilly stopped her clean-up momentarily out of curiosity.

"Huh?"

"Oliver – what's his name?"

"Um, Oliver."

"No!" Lilly plopped down on the couch next to Miley, "Like what's his Hollywood name? You're Hannah, I'm Lola…" she looked expectantly at Miley.

"Oh."

"He has no name! Good, this could've been bad." Right then Oliver walked in, "Speak of the devil –"

"You look like a Kyle." Miley stated bluntly.

"Okay," he shrugged his shoulders.

Lilly looked between the two and shrugged, "Whatever, I'm going to go get a hat."

The two simply stayed where they were, smiling. "So this is okay?"

"Hmm?"

"The clothes – they're okay?" Oliver seemed nervous.

"Oh yeah, they're fine." She answered faintly, she didn't really look too hard at what he was wearing, a bit too preoccupied at what they revealed. She liked Oliver's pants with a belt, (even if she couldn't see his boxers) and she felt a felt a bit sad he never wore shirts as tight as the one he had on more often. Despite the layered look, Miley could now clearly see a defined body she had never known Oliver to possess. He had the clean cut, slender, muscular body she always hoped for in a guy. It was like waking up to find Lilly and Jackson making out on your bedroom floor, then discovering they'd been in a secret relationship the whole time. It was one of her weirder recurring dreams – don't ask.

And now, he stood there, nervous, and she was struck dumb, staring at him. Saving them both from some awkwardness, sudden shouting on the stairs made them both jump, and an arguing Lilly and Jackson spilled into the room.

"Well why don't you watch where you're going?!"

"Why don't you?!"

"I'm not the one who comes flyin' down the stairs –"

"Sorry I actually have things I'm doing –"

"That doesn't mean you can just run into me!" Jackson looked furious, daring Lilly to make a comeback.

"Well what the hell are you doing turning around all suddenly like that?"

"None ya!"

Lilly would've come back scathingly, but Oliver saw his opportunity and jumped between them. "Hey! Lilly – is that my hat? Thaaaaaaaaaanks," he grabbed the white zoot hat from her that had a dark blue ribbon running around it, and crammed it onto his head at a forward tilt angle. Oliver turned to Jackson now, finally transformed, "Niiiiiice shirt! Smell nice too!" he referred to the forest green shirt he had tried on earlier and the cologne Jackson had dabbed on. "Eh?" he nudged him, "Eh?" and again.

Miley had strolled toward them, "Thanks Lilly," she pulled Oliver back. It was a second of silence as Jackson and Lilly glared daggers at each other, and then Miley spoke, "Okay y'all – apologize."

Lilly took a second, like she was waiting for Jackson to disagree or start attacking her, "Sorry Jackson. I didn't mean to run into you."

"Sorry for yelling," they both looked expectantly at Miley, but she simply gestured at the space between them.

Lilly extended her hand and Jackson shook it, a smile reappearing. Miley grinned too, "Cool! We're leaving, bye!" and she yanked Oliver out the door.

Lilly and Jackson both shouted their goodbyes and looked back at each other, still grinning. Simultaneously it seemed, they noticed their hands were still clasped together. Hastily dropping his Jackson asked, "So, um, where's my dad?"

"Oh," Lilly gestured randomly, "he already left – when you went upstairs."

"Oh."

"So…" she broke the enveloping silence, "what're we gonna do tonight?"

Once they were in the limo Miley felt much more relaxed as she sat next to Oliver. Smiling, she undid his hat's angle while he was gazing out the window. He pretended to be offended, then wordlessly cocked his hat properly again. Experimenting with all of the limo's controls Oliver started to laugh.

Miley's smile slipped, "You okay?"

He turned to her, laughter still in his face, "Yeah. But really – this is hilarious."

She crossed her arms, eyebrow raised, "How so?"

Under her glare his glee stuttered for a second before he hitched his smile back on, "It's just –" he smiled broadly again, "three years ago – I would've done anything to come anywhere near Hannah Montana." He laughed, and Miley appeared to be melting, her arms slowly uncrossing, and her frown sliding off of her face. He continued, "And now, here I am – just chillin' in the back of a limo with Hannah. Not thinking anything of it." He gazed momentarily into space, remembering that far off time, "Shit – I'm even Hannah's date."

He turned to look at her, grinning as broadly as ever, and she spoke, "Yeah – well, not if," he kept smiling, "… not if," she trailed into nothing. Oliver's infectious grin took hold of her as she let happiness wash over her. Then the awkward-ness vanished as they laughed together, each enjoying the other's company.

A/N: Woo hoo! They are on their way. Finally right? Yes, but I don't know how much party will be in the next chapter - I also don't know how much there's going to be period. But, from here on in the fluff intensifies a hundred-fold. :D If you noticed, it did in this chappie, and because it's my story it will be both Miley/Oliver and Lilly/Jackson because I love them both. There will also be a surprise couple a few chapters later. :D Also - I'm sorry in advance for possibly elaborating more in L/J fluff because I can just see now that it's going to be more fun to write. :D

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