Disclaimer: I take no part in the ownership of Hannah Montana.

I was re-reading the previous chapters of "The Last Time" and I am so embarrassed! It felt so rushed… sigh I'm hoping now that I'll take it a little slower. Maybe be more descriptive or have a different choice of words… And I also apologize for the ending of Chapter 3. Some parts made no sense, like how Oliver changed positions, one minute he's standing and the other he's sitting on the bed. And last but not least, I hope that I can at least try and make my chapters longer…so without further ado, here's Chapter 4: Who Would Think That This Would Last.

Oh yeah, one quick note. The story starts as Lilly's POV, but then it'll turn to the normal POV after that. I will not mention when, but you'll get it.

Oliver stared at Lilly's mouth move, but he couldn't hear anything she said. He subconsciously licked his lips. Suddenly, she grabbed a hold of his shoulder and shook him gently, making her towel fall further down. He couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her into his lap and kissed her senseless.

I felt my eyes fluttered close as Oliver lips pressed passionately against mine. Or at least I hope it was passionately… Wait, no! I can't think about Oliver this way, he's my best friend. He has been for about 19 years. And Miley likes him. No matter what happened before, she's still my best friend and kissing Oliver would be disloyal.

Thoughts raced faster and faster in my head until I felt the warmth of Oliver's lips leave mine.

I opened my eyes slowly and saw Oliver laying against my bed, a look of utter embarrassment read plainly across his face. He groaned loudly as he covered his face with his hands.

"Lilly?" He asked, his words muffled through his hands.

"Yeah?" I asked, standing up at the foot of the bed.

"That…never happened." He said as he ran his hands through his hair.

I didn't fully understand why, but his words took a blow to my heart.

"Why?" I asked unconsciously, more to myself than him.

"Because." He stopped, clearly not wanting to explain any further.

I sat down next to him and pushed him slightly, making him flip over. I laid down with my back against the bed, as opposed to him with his face buried against my bed. My heels hit the bed in slow thumps as I waited for Oliver to say something, anything really. I shivered as a cool gust of air blew past my body. It was then I realized I hadn't put on any clothes besides my undergarments.

"Don't look." I said getting up from the bed, receiving a mumble in reply.

I sauntered to where my clothes lay discarded on the floor, and took a quick look at Oliver. When I was finally convinced he wouldn't look my way, I dropped my towel and hastily threw on my clothes.

I walked back to the bed and laid back down, taking my previous position before I got up to change.

"Oliver?" I asked waiting for his reply.

"Yes, Lilly?" He muttered against the bed.

I tried choosing my words carefully, but somehow I couldn't find any words in this situation.

"Um…" I paused for a longer time than I expected. I felt his weight shift as he turned around, his eyes looking towards the ceiling.

"Look, Lilly, I know you didn't want this to happen and I'm sorry. I…just couldn't help myself." His face flushed, but his tone was neutral, but I didn't doubt the sincerity in his words.

"How did you know…" I asked, swallowing a lump in my throat.

Oliver's eyebrows quirked, egging me to go on. Strangely, he seemed calm about this situation now.

"How did you know…that I didn't want it?" I finished slowly.

"I kinda guessed you thought I was disgusting after you didn't kiss me back." He replied, his tone somewhat spiteful.

"I wasn't disgusted!" I said quickly, "I was just thinking."

"So, you weren't utterly repulsed by me?" He asked perking up.

"No." I sat up slowly, glancing sideways at him before I continued, "But it's still weird, Oliver."

I turned my face to look at him. He sat up and put one hand on mine.

"We're best friends. We can't be doing these things, what would happen to us? I'm not willing to throw away almost 19 years of friendship." Oliver nodded in agreement.

"Okay." He said, almost sounding reluctant.

"Let's hug it out, ya big lug!" I said as I pulled him into an embrace. His arms enclosed around my waist as I breathed a deep sigh of relief into the nook of his neck.

"Glad that's over." I smiled.

"Yeah." Oliver scratched his head.

"Oh wait, before I forget, here's your key." I walked over to my drawer and pulled a key from the top of it.

"Here. Don't ever lose it." I grinned and placed it in his hand. Oliver looked at it dumbly.

"Okay, now that that's over, let's head on over to the party!"

The party was nothing like Lilly or Oliver expected. Apparently, some rich college guy rented the new club near Lilly's apartment for a pre-college party. And it was hectic, there were smoking, drinking, fighting, moshing, and there was some major PDA, some were practically having sex right there on the dance floor.

Lilly's face twisted in disgust as she saw people who barely knew each other sucking each other's face in the corner.

'This is college.' She thought to herself, until she was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts. Oliver tugged on her wrists as he tried to pull her onto the dance floor.

"Uh, I don't think so." She shook her head and motioned for Oliver to go dance.

"By myself? I don't think so. Let's just go and find a table." He pulled her wrists and gripped it tightly, determined not to lose her in the sea of people.

When no tables were available, they stood by the bar and watched people around them. Suddenly, a familiar brunette-haired tapped Lilly lightly on the shoulders.

"Care to dance?" He asked politely, holding out his arm for her to take.

"Jake!?" Lilly exclaimed, jumping up as she latched her arms around him.

"Nice to see you too, Lilly. And it's Milos, not Jake." He said winking.

Oliver cleared his throat, clearly forgotten for a second by his best friend.

"Oliver! How are you? What are you doing here?" Jake held out his hand, waiting for Oliver to shake it.

"I'm okay. I came here with Lilly. She invited me." Oliver crossed his arms over his chest and ignored Jake's friendly gesture.

Jake chuckled and pulled back his hand, rubbing his neck, "Oh, okay then, I'll see you later, Lilly, Oliver."

"Bye." Oliver said loudly.

Lilly glared at Oliver and touched Jake's arm before he was out of reach, causing Jake to turn around.

"Don't leave. You can hang with us, we're not doing anything special." Lilly said shrugging.

"Oh, in that case, if Oliver doesn't mind, would you care to dance?" Jake bent down slightly, and held his arm out again for her to take.

Lilly grinned widely, and giggled. She took his arm as he led her to the dance floor.

"I mind." Oliver mumbled, as he watched his best friend dance with the guy she claimed she didn't like anymore.

"Sure, she'd dance with him, but not me." Oliver grumbled again, taking a seat at the bar.

"What'sa matter, boy?" The bartender asked, wiping down a glass.

"Nothing." Oliver replied glumly.

"Yeah, nothing a quick drink won't fix. What'll it be?" He asked setting the glass down.

"Uh, I guess I'll have a shot of Vodka." Oliver said nonchalant.

"Coming right up."

Moments later, Oliver downed shot after shot, and was starting to feel a little woozy.

"Eh, boy, take it easy."

Oliver waved off his comment and just rested his head on the bar.

"Hey, you vomit, you clean it up." The bartender announced.

Suddenly, Oliver felt a small petite hand on his back. The warmth of it was so soothing to him, that he didn't bother to see who it was.

"Hey, girlie. You better take care of your friend." The bartender said gruffly.

"Oliver?" The voiced asked concerned, with a thick southern accent.

"Huh?" Oliver looked up drowsily, babbling incoherently.

"You never could keep you drink down." The brunette said sitting on the stool next to him.

"Miley?" Oliver asked absently.

"The one and only."

Oliver just mumbled, laying his head back down.

"Oliver?" Miley asked again, slightly worried. She tapped his shoulder, but got no response. All of a sudden, Oliver started retching.

"Hey! Get him outta here, before he dirties my bar." The bartender yelled.

Miley grabbed one of his arms and pulled it over her shoulders, her other arm wrapped around his waist. She stood up and pulled Oliver off his seat, steadying him as they walked through the hordes of people and out of the bar.

"Oliver," Miley struggled with his weight, "where do you live?"

"Eh…over…there…second…" Oliver said as he continued to babble unintelligibly.

She looked in the direction the place where Oliver motioned and staggered towards it.

As they were walking, Miley tried making small talk.

"What's 'second' mean?" She inquired until she sighed in defeat when she realized he was not going to answer her.

Miley managed to make it into his apartment lobby. She sat him down on a chair as she tried to think of ways to extract information from him. That is, until she realized what 'second' meant.

"Second floor, duh!" She said hitting her head.

She grabbed Oliver again and rode the elevator to the second floor. Filled with exhaustion, she threw Oliver down on the floor in front of his apartment door.

"Whoo, Oliver! You sure are fat! But still cute." She said crouching down, pinching his cheek.

She stood up and rubbed her chin. She tapped her foot slightly, wondering where Oliver would keep his keys. She checked the top of the door's frame and no such luck. Then, she tried under the mat, but still nothing. She sighed as she tried searching his pockets, and to her surprise, there it was.

"Ah-hah!" She took the key into her hand and pushed it into the keyhole. She twisted the key, hearing the lock clicking open.

She pushed the door open and flipped the light switch on. Light flooded the apartment as Miley walked tentatively into it.

"A little too girly for you, isn't it Oliver?" Miley giggled, turning around to notice Oliver still in the hallway.

"Oops, sorry." Miley rushed to him and grabbed his hands, dragging him into the apartment.

She kicked the door shut and dropped Oliver onto the carpet. She knelt down beside him and elected to just lay down next to him. She rested her hands on her stomach as her hair was splayed across the carpet.

"So Oliver? How ya been these past months?" Miley didn't expect any answer from him, so she continued.

"Living here all alone? Must be tough. I thought you'd be here with Lilly or something. That's what she told me when you guys left." A tear threatened to fall, but she just lifted her head higher.

"But Lilly wouldn't be so irresponsible as to leave you alone drunk, right?"

Oliver mumbled, as if confirming her accusation. Miley stayed silent a little while longer, hoping he would say something else. But, unfortunately, he stayed quiet too, only his repeated breathing sounding in the room.

"Oliver…do you ever think about me?" Miley asked out of the blue.

"Lilly…" Oliver breathed lightly.

"Lilly?" Miley asked sitting up, "why her? Why not me?" Miley asked desperately.

She knelt beside him and placed each arm at the sides of his head.

"Oliver?" Miley cried again. She swung her leg over his body and now was directly over him.

"Oliver." She whispered, cupping his cheek with her hand. She slowly bent down, and captured his lips with hers. He faintly tasted of Vodka. In the depths, of her conscience she couldn't help, but feel this was wrong, taking advantage of him in a vulnerable state. But all that was pushed away as Oliver muttered Lilly's name again.

She pulled back and licked her lips, pulling off her shirt. She sat down on top of him and slowly moved back and forth, feeling a sudden hardness below her. She smirked, and pressed her lips to his again. She kissed him passionately as she grabbed his hands and pulled them behind her back, hoping to get him to unclasp her bra. He lazily tugged at it, until it snapped apart. She smiled against his lips and continued kissing him. She pulled back again and threw her bra on the ground.

"Like what you see?" Miley teased as she dove in for another kiss.

She grabbed his hands again and placed one on her butt. His other hand followed suit and brushed against her butt. It ran across the side of her body until it settled on her waist, rubbing it, which sent chills through her body.

Just as she was going to take it further, the door swung open, revealing a fuming blond.

I hope that was worth the loooong wait. I even made this chapter longer. Also, sorry if there is a lot of grammatical errors. I didn't really look over it that well. Review please! I would like to know the quality of my writing.