A/N: This is a short chapter. I'm posting it really late at night, but who cares? I'm not sure when I'll be able to tomorrow. Oh, and enjoy the contents of this chapter while it lasts. It is VERY OOC, but whatever. Thanks for the reviews…ENJOY!
Disclaimer:I don't own Hannah Montana and anything related to the Disney Channel Show. The title is the first three lines of the Boy Likes Girls song Hero/Heroine. Everything We Were Has Become What We Are is a song by Amber Pacific.
--It's Too Late--
Chapter Seven: Everything We Were Has Become What We Are
Miley and Oliver were sitting next to each other on Oliver's family's couch. She was looking at him curiously and he was blushing, remembering the last time the two had been on a couch together.
Oliver took a deep breath and coughed.
"Well, this is awfully uncomfortable," he stated.
"It is," replied Miley, jiggling her right foot to some unknown beat. "But I'm not exactly sure why…"
"Yeah. I know. It's just that, what I have to tell you is a little hard to say. For me, at least."
"Oliver, whatever it is, I can take it. I'm a big girl now." She smiled sweetly at him.
"Believe me, Miles. I know." She gave him a weird look.
"Okay, forget that. Anyways, what I need to tell you is…" he glanced away, finding that he couldn't look into her eyes. "I haven't been completely honest with you."
"What do you mean?" she asked, her leg still jiggling. Oliver took notice of this and before he knew it, he had reached out and touched her thigh. She immediately stopped shaking her leg.
They both stared at his hand. He quickly removed it from her blue jeans.
"Uh, sorry."
"No, it's okay. I was being annoying." She paused. The spot where he had touched her was tingling, but she shook her head, and tried to ignore it. "I mean, what do you mean you haven't been completely honest with me?"
And why exactly is my leg tingling? she thought
Oliver looked into her eyes once more. She looked really worried, like he was going to tell her something horrible, and in a way, he felt like he was.
"Miley," he started. "I remember everything that happened last night." At this confession, her eyes widened and her pupils seemed to dilate.
Suddenly she was hit with an onslaught of thoughts and images.
Her accepting a plastic cup of beer…her dancing provocatively in front of strange boys…her yelling at Oliver and singing lines from her own songs…her down at the beach, alone with a boy she hardly knew, feeling really scared…Oliver suddenly being there and punching him…her passing out in his arms…her waking up…them talking…Them touching…Them…
The whole time she was thinking to herself, Oliver just watched her. She didn't say anything, but the expression on her face was pretty readable. It was like, all of a sudden, she was remembering something. Her face kept going from a look of surprise, to one of even more surprise and eventually, her mouth hung open slightly.
He didn't know what to say to her. Obviously she needed some time to process whatever it was she was thinking.
Then, Oliver had a thought.
"Miley?" he asked tentatively. She seemed to snap out of her daze right when she heard her name.
"Yeah?" she asked weakly.
"You don't happen to…remember any events from last night, right?" Her eyes widened once again. "I mean, I was just thinking. You were drunk, sure, but you weren't so wasted that you wouldn't be able to remembering certain things. Do you remember anything?" he prompted.
"I…" she trailed off. He could tell that she was feeling really nervous.
"It's okay, Miley. Just think about it. You can tell me if you do." She nodded.
"Oliver, I, I sort of, remember some things, but…I'm not sure if what I'm remembering, if…." She trailed off again. She knew she sounded ridiculous and inarticulate.
"Go on, Miley." He looked so sincere that she decided to try again.
"I, I'm not sure if the things I'm seeing, in my head, if they actually happened."
"Well, that's easy. Just tell me what you remember." Even though it seemed to Miley like he wasn't uneasy with their whole conversation, his heart was actually beating so fast he was almost positive she would be able to hear it. He didn't know where his sudden courage had come from, to keep asking her questions, hoping to lead her to the end of the night when they had kissed, but he decided to flow with it.
"Um, it's all kind of embarrassing, I think."
"True, but you can trust me. I won't laugh or anything." She laughed.
"Okay. Well, I just remember drinking, a lot, and then acting a little, wild, and then getting mad and yelling at you…and then I remember that guy," she shuddered involuntarily. "I remember what he tried to do to me." She stopped talking. Her eyes welled up with tears. Oliver became worried.
"Miley, it's okay," he soothed. "You're okay."
"That's the thing," she said. He looked confused.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, then I remember you running up to us, out of nowhere, and saving me. You saved me," she repeated, like she was realizing it for the first time. "Oh, God. Thank God you were there," she said and then suddenly his arms were around her and he was hugging her tightly to his chest. She sniffled.
"Don't cry, Miley."
"I'll try."
They were both quiet. Then, Miley pulled away slowly.
"I also remember, this," she said. She motioned to them. "The hugging." He smiled.
"Really?"
"Yeah. You were so caring and comforting."
"You know I try." She cracked a smile.
"Oliver." That's all she said, just his name, like a statement.
"Yeah?"
"I remember us...you know." Oliver flushed. Miley noticed him do this, and she started to redden, too. "Wow, look at us. We're both seventeen, but here we are, blushing like a bunch of middle schoolers."
"Oh, ha-ha. I think we're a little more mature than that, by now." She nodded.
"Maybe." They were both quiet again.
"I guess this explains why we woke up the way we did," she mused.
"Yup. Well, I mean, I knew already."
"Yeah, yeah." There was silence again.
"So?" he finally asked her.
"So, what?"
"What are you thinking?"
She looked at him. All she could see were his deep brown eyes and his dark floppy hair. All he could see were her wide blue eyes, staring back at him intensely.
She hesitantly reached her hand up and brushed his hair out of his eyes. Oliver's breath caught in his throat.
"What are you doing?" he asked. She put her hands on his knees. Throughout all the confessing, they had turned their bodies towards each other, and their knees were touching.
"Well, you asked me what I was thinking." She removed her hands from his knees and unhurriedly ran them up his arms, eventually bringing them to his shoulders. He looked at her hands and gulped.
"Um…"
"Well, I'm thinking that," she leaned in closer to him, "this is a good idea."
And then, she leaned in as far as she could before she pressed her lips to his tenderly.
They both sighed.
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A/N: Yeah…that was pretty quick, huh? Well, you know you wanted it to happen anyways. Let's see how they deal with it in the next installment!
