Hey, sorry it's been a while since I've updated! I haven't been able to upload the document because of an error. Anyway, here I am with chapter 4!
Disclaimer: Don't own HM. Never will.
I was awoken from my deep sleep by a buzzing on the back of my hand. I slowly woke up and noticed that Oliver's cell phone was vibrating. I looked at the time on it. 3:47 am, it read. I gasped.
"Oh my god!" We had been sleeping for over three hours! Oliver was snoring. I shook him awake. He didn't budge.
"WAKE UP!" His eyes popped open.
"You can count on me, Mrs. Huckleberry! I'll find your little schmuckykins no matter what it takes!"
I groaned. "Oliver, answer your phone! It's almost 4 in the morning!"
"What...? Um, okay..." He answered his phone. I've never heard my dad yell so loud at someone besides Jackson.
"Oken, what have you done with my baby girl?!"
"Ow!" He rubbed his ear. I took the phone from him.
"Sorry, daddy! We were talking, and I guess we lost track of time and fell asleep."
He sighed and his voice softened. "Okay, Miles." Oliver took the phone.
"I'll bring her home right now, sir."
"Make sure she gets home safely, or you'll be sorrier than a farmer that fed his cow prune pudding." Oliver looked terrified.
"Uh…yes, of course…sir." He hung up. "Wow. I am NEVER going to make your dad angry again!"
He walked me home. I still had on what I was wearing when I told Jake that I was Hannah Montana. My sparkly black halter top was ripped at the bottom; I guess it had caught on something while I was running. My gold ballet flats were filled with sand, too. My feet thanked me for choosing to wear flats instead of boots. Luckily, I had ripped of my wig in rage after Jake left, so I wasn't completely Hannah. There were mascara marks on my cheeks, and my hair was a mess from running for so long.
Soon after, we came to my house. As Oliver walked me to the door, I smiled at him.
"Thanks again. For everything."
"It's fine, really. I'm just glad you're okay now." He hugged me one more time. "Now get in there, before I have to face the wrath of your dad."
I laughed and said goodbye as I walked into my house. I closed the door and sighed, sinking to the floor slowly.
I reminisced about everything he'd done for me. He's always been there for me when I needed him. He's usually such a donut, but there's this side of him that I'd never seen before that's so…mature and sweet. He does have his "moments," but hey, at least he's not obnoxious like Jake.
It was the first time that night that I thought about Jake without tears coming to my eyes. I quickly erased the thought from my mind.
Oliver really is a nice guy. He helped me so much…and he always makes me laugh. Plus, he's kinda cute, too.
I remembered what he had said earlier.
"What are friends for?"
I looked at the ground and bit my lip. Maybe I want to be more than friends.
Ooh, yay! She finally realizes her feelings that she's been keeping deep within her soul forever! ...Or, she just thinks he's sweet. Either way, REVIEW PLEASE!
