A/N: I changed the age to sixteen, cuz it fits better, okay? Also, I've been feeling very down about the lack of reviews. I mean, three reviews for the last chapter? Ouch. And it confuses me because there are a bunch of hits on each chapter, and because people have been adding me to their author alert list and faves list. What's up guys? I'm going to ask for at least 10 before I update again (but I really want more)!

Thanks though to the people who have reviewed!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana and anything related to the Disney Channel Show. And the title is a Hellogoodbye song.

--Baby, It's Fact--

Chapter Four: Please Don't Get Malled Out

They may have looked like a couple, but every single time a teenage guy passed by them and Miley gave them a smile, Oliver was reminded of how much they were so not together. It hurt him to watch her blatantly flirting back and forth with these random boys, guys, all of them. It got so hard for him to see that at one point he started to walk faster than her, which was a hard task indeed since he was still carrying all of Miley's purchases. He heard her little heels clicking faster towards him when he did this.

"Oliver? What're you doing?" She let out a little laugh as she caught up with him, assuming that he was excited to get to their next destination.

"Nothing, I just want to finish all this shopping, so I can get home."

"Yeah, I know. We've been here for a while now. I wish we could hurry up and get home now, too."

"Well maybe if you'd stop winking at every guy who looks at you, then we'd be able to get out of here a lot quicker." Oliver couldn't help it. The words came out of his mouth faster than he could control it. He made a face of regret for a second after he said it, but then changed his mind. He was too angry and at that point he didn't care about what he'd said.

"What are you talking about? I was NOT winking at any guys!" she exclaimed, walking faster to keep up with his longer steps.

"Winking, grinning, flirting, whatever you want to call it, Miley, that's what you've been doing. And to tell you the truth, if you'd have concentrated on the task at hand, instead of wasting your time on boys that just think you have a nice body, then we could be at the beach right now." He knew he sounded harsh, not to mention jealous, but he just couldn't stand it anymore.

"Oliver!" Miley said his name and anyone could tell that she was upset. Her best friend was calling her a flirt right to her face, and she didn't like how angry he seemed to be at her.

"I honestly don't know what's gotten into you. Why are you getting so upset over nothing?" She waited for him to reply, but he didn't. "So what if I smile every at someone once in a while? It doesn't mean anything. It doesn't mean that I like them or want anything to do with them. And what makes you think that I would want to go to the beach with you after all of this?"

"Actually, I said that if you weren't such a big flirt then we could probably be at the beach right now. Don't mix my words up." Miley frowned when he called her a "flirt" again but decided to ignore it.

"Whatever, Oliver. It doesn't matter. You're getting all worked up over something stupid. Who cares if I 'flirt' a little? It doesn't mean anything." She emphasized on the "anything" part in a way that made Oliver feel slightly better. Only slightly. She continued to rant. "Isn't it obvious who I want to be with right now?" Now it was Miley's turn to be surprised at what she had the guts to say.

Oliver whipped his head to the side to look down at her when she blurted that last part out.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked suspiciously. Miley groaned loudly in frustration.

"Oh never mind! You're such a guy!" Now she started to walk faster, and she didn't even realize that Oliver had stopped walking and was standing alone farther back, surrounded by a colorful array of shopping bags.

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Jackson was standing alone at a jewelry kiosk, staring down at a collection of silver necklaces. He couldn't decide which one he liked best; there were just too many nice-looking, shiny ones, and all of them were fighting for his attention at the same time. In his head, they were all calling out, "Pick me! Pick me!" He almost talked back to them out loud, but one look at the man running the kiosk told him that maybe it wasn't a good idea to talk to the necklaces, vocally at least.

He was looking for a gift for Lilly. They had only been seeing each other for a little more than a month, but he wanted to give her something nice to show her how much he appreciated her. It still amazed him that they were together and that she actually seemed to like him as much as he liked her. He smiled just thinking about her.

"May I look at this one, please?" he asked the balding man sitting in front of the cashier. He was pointing to a necklace that had a heart pendant on it. The special thing about it was that he was pretty sure that it was the necklace version of a claddagh ring. The heart was being touched on each side by two hands encrusted with small diamonds and in the middle there was a slightly bigger diamond. Also, on the crown of the heart there were two green stones. It was terribly pretty to look at and Jackson wondered if Lilly would like it.

When the man took it out for him, and Jackson was actually holding it in his hands, he knew that it was the perfect Christmas gift to give her. He wanted to let her know in a subtle way that she had his heart and he was sure he would be able to tell if she felt the same way by her reaction after receiving this specific present.

Not caring how much it cost, he took out his credit card and within five minutes he was walking away from the kiosk, a small, plain bag in his right hand. He went off in search of his sister, and once again, he thought about telling her. It upset him that Miley didn't know about him and Lilly. He had desperately wanted her opinion on what present to get Lilly, but he had promised that he wouldn't tell her, at least not yet. All the secrecy was starting to get to him, but every once in a while he couldn't help but admit that it was exciting, the sneaking around.

It was thrilling to be able to grab Lilly and pull her into a corner of the house and give her a sweet kiss, which he did whenever she was over visiting Miley. Sometimes she would even let him kiss her longer than intended and he would actually have to be the one to stop them, incase Miley were to come looking for her best friend. He cringed just thinking about that being the way his little sister was to find out about them; catching them kissing passionately in the linen closet, under the stairwell, in the guest bathroom…

Jackson soon realized that he was getting caught up in his little daydreams, so he hastily stopped his train of thought and pulled out his cell phone. He decided to call Miley, knowing that it would be impossible for him to find her in the large and heavily crowded mall.

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"Miley!" Oliver called out as he watched her stomp away from him in apparent rage. "Wait!" He started to pick up all the bags. She heard him and turned around, and was surprised to see that he had stopped and was now picking up all of her bags that he had obviously dropped. He looked sort of ridiculous and she couldn't help but feel bad about the way she had just stormed off away from him. She stopped walking and waited for him to catch up with her.

When he caught up to her, they just stood face-to-face, not saying anything.

"What did you mean when you said that, Miley?" Oliver eventually asked softly.

"What are you talking about?"

"I think you know what I'm talking about." Miley felt trapped. She herself didn't even really know what she had meant when she insinuated that she liked Oliver. She wasn't even sure if she really did, but for some reason, even though he apparently hadn't noticed, every chance she got, she would walk closer to him, as close as she could get with all the bags in between them, and gently brush her shoulder against his. She liked the feeling of bumping into his toned arm every once in a while; she wasn't afraid to admit that; to herself, at least. Letting Oliver in on the fact that she had been doing this was a whole other obstacle to overcome.

"Can we not talk about this right, now?" Miley asked, finally speaking up. If he didn't know it then, she didn't want to be the one to tell him that she had actually been toying with the idea that maybe when people saw them walking together, they thought they were a couple. She didn't want to be the one to tell him that she had actually been trying to flirt with him. If he couldn't see it then, then she would have to let it slide. She didn't have the guts to let him know yet.

Oliver had been waiting patiently for her to answer, completely believing that she would immediately shoot down what he thought she meant, that she wanted to be with him. He was surprised at her response. He blinked a couple times and then answered her.

"Sure, I guess."

"Yeah, let's just go." They continued to walk through the mall and Oliver couldn't help but let a small smile show on his clean-shaven face.

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About a minute later, Miley's cell phone started to ring. She picked it up, and it was Jackson. He wanted to meet up with her so that they could go home. They agreed to meet at the food court.

She didn't let him know that Oliver was with her, so when she arrived at the table in front of the place they discussed, Jackson looked at her in surprise when he saw that she was only carrying two bags.

"Wow, Miles. I didn't know you were capable of coming to the mall and only coming out with two bags." He lifted up his little plastic bag with no visible design on it. "I myself have managed to keep it down to one small purchase." That's when he noticed that there was a guy standing next to her. He was holding so many bags that Jackson couldn't even begin to guess how many were actually there.

"Hey Oliver, man. What're you doing here?" He grinned. "I see that my sister here has managed to make you her personal slave." Oliver blushed. He couldn't help it. The thought of him being Miley's personal slave brought slightly naughty thoughts into his head. He cleared his throat and then said, "I really don't mind." Miley smirked at Jackson.

"You were right, brother. I don't think I can leave the mall with only two bags." They then headed out together, and Jackson helped carry some of his sister's things.

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A/N: You know what I want you to do. : )