Disclaimer: Gah - I wish I owned anything affiliated with Disney or Hannah Montana, but I don't, other than this story, an this unnaturally long disclaimer.

A/N: Why is it that I only got 4 REVIEWS? :P That's cool.. I guess. . You know.. the fact that I'm updating everyday.. You know.. Yeah.. I guess.. You don't want to review - Which is why, you get this crap-like chapter! Muahahaah.

Hah - I didn't write it intentionally - but I was rushing and it was pretty - Gah. :) It's a little.. out there, but please, do enjoy. Or just try to, or just fake it.


Miley groaned, shutting her eyes tightly as the clothes that she was using as a blanket started vibrating.

She shot up suddenly.

They had fallen asleep on the beach - oh crap.

"Mmph..?" Oliver's sleepy groan came from beside her, as he attempted to curl up closer to her.

She couldn't help but smile, as she answered her phone amidst her mumblings of curses, knowing full well that it was Lilly.

"Hello?" She made sure to lower her voice.

"Hey!"

"Lilly! What- Why do you always call--"

"--So.. How was the birthday?"

"It was.." Miley coughed. "It was good."

"What did you get him?"

"It's at home."

"Oh yeah. 'Too big to bring there'."

"It is!"

"Anyways - What did you guys do?" Lilly asked with a knowing tone.

"We.. We went to the beach."

"Aww - That must've been fun."

"Not much swimming got done."

"I see." Lilly paused. "Miley, did you sleep with him?"

"NO!" She winced, lowering her voice. "No! Lilly! Why - Why would you think that?!"

"... It was a possibility - You were saying how you wanted to give him a good present - What better 17th birthday present than to sleep with him?"

"Nononono--"

"--Calm down, Miles - Why are you freaking out about it? Last time I checked, you wanted to."

Miley blushed furiously, resting her chin in her palm. "I-- I've just been thinking..." she mumbled.

" 'Bout what?"

"... You know.."

Unbeknownst to Miley, and obviously Lilly, Oliver had been sleepily listening in.

"I just - Lilly - I don't think I've ever loved anything so much as much as I love Oliver."

"Awwww," came the high-pitched squeal. "But - What does that have to do--"

"I don't know! I just - You hear of like.. couples sleeping together and then the whole relationship is ruined... It's just - Something that I want - God - Lilly, you have no idea how much I want to.. But I don't want to risk anything.."

"In the words of your dad, 'Bud, everything's gonna be okay'. Come on, Miley - He's obviously in love with you - He'd be stupid to throw everything away."

"Yeah.. I guess.. I dunno," she whispered, chewing her bottom lip worridly. "I just.. Feel - Something.. Bad is going to happen this summer - It's an uncomfortable feeling."

"Miley! Don't say that! Where's the wood..." Miley listened- hearing Lilly scuffling about - then rapping on wood. "Ah - Okay - Anyways - I'm not supposed to be on the phone - Gotta go."

"Yeah - You can call later today or something - Maybe I'll just talk to you this weekend."

"Enjoy your day, bye."

"Bye.'

Click.

Miley groaned, falling back into the sand - Why did she always have to call so early?

She turned her head, to see Oliver watching her with a strange expression on his face.

It looked strained, constricted.

She swallowed.

"How much did you hear?" Both of them already knew the answer.

"Enough." He sat up, moving next to her. "Why... Why would you be worried about that?" She turned away from him, blinking rapidly up at the lightening sky.

He could already tell that she was crying.

"Miles? No - no, don't cry."

"I'm n-not crying." She turned back to him, swiping at her eyes. "See?"

He gave her a disbelieving look.

She swallowed, her voice taking a soft tone. "Hold me," she whispered. "Please?"

"You don't have to ask," he murmured, taking her in his arms, pressing a kiss into her hair. "Thanks for a great birthday by the way, I really loved it."

And he held her close, both of them knowing that they would make it through whatever.

-waterworks-

"Miley? Miley - Guess what - We have a day off today! The evil mini ones are going on that nature hike," Mike informed Miley excitedly. She just stared at the ground, looking tired, and confused. He sat in front of her, sticking a hand in front of her eyes. "Miley? Are you there?"

"Yeah..?"

"Are you okay? You look tired," he said, getting on his knees, and examining her face.

"Mhm. Fine - Yeah, just tired."

"Well - maybe you need some sleep - I'll help yo--"

"It's okay - I'll just - take a short.. nap." He nodded, helping her up, and supporting her lightly.

And what happened next was a blur - because all she started to see was black.

-ww-

"What's wrong with her?!" She vaguely heard Oliver's angry voice, wavering in her brain, then slipping out again.

"I don't know," came Mike's worried whisper. "She just fainted."

"Did you do something to her?!"

"What the hell are you saying?! I wouldn't hurt her, don't need to get your panties in a bunch, Oken."

She winced slightly, hearing the snarls in both their tones.

"I think she just moved," Oliver pointed out, and she felt a sudden presence at her side.

"I have eyes, thank you," came a snide tone. "Are you okay, Miley?"

"Firesne," Miley mumbled, her hand suddenly flying up to her forehead.

"What did she say?"

"I don't know."

A new presence arrived through her blurry eyes, what looked like a female this time.

"Boys, scatter!" There was grumbling, then a peaceful silence. "How are you feeling dear?" A cool hand was placed on her forehead, then immediately moved. "Oh my - You're burning up."

"Wha...?"

"Shh - You need rest." A cold towel was slapped on her forehead, and she was forced into a sitting position, while a spoon of medicine was placed in her mouth.

Miley swallowed the sticky substance, wincing as it went down her throat.

It had it's effects though - it cleared her head a little, but she still felt the heat all through her body.

-ww-

Sometime in the later evening, her fever broke, and she woke up gasping, beads of sweat lining her forehead.

"How are you feeling?"

Oliver was standing over her, with a smile on his face, but that didn't hide the fact that he was worried sick about Miley.

"Better," she rasped. "Gah - water, please?" He nodded, handing her a bottle of water, which she eagerly took, gulping down the water.

"I was worried."

"Really? I had no idea," she said teasingly. He glanced around quickly, before pressing a quick kiss on her lips.

"Lucky there were no lessons today - Poor campers, they'd miss their 'Hot Ms. Stewart'," he said, raising his eyebrows. He gently lifted her hand up, and kissed it softly. "I don't blame them though."

She chuckled. "What time is it?"

"7:30."

"What are you doing here? Everyone's in the dining hall.. Eating," she stressed.

"I think food can wait. You can't."

"You are so sweet."

"Hey! You're awake!" Miley and Oliver whipped their eyes to the nurse who was smiling at Miley widely. Oliver quickly took their intwined hands, and hid it under the blanket, concealing all evidence. He plastered a smile on his face too.

"Yes - Thank you so much."

"Whatever you did last night - don't do a repeat of it - It must have contracted your fever, and make sure you get enough rest." Oliver squeezed her hand under blanket, staring at her pointedly.

"Okay."

"Ms. Stewart, you should thank Mr. Janson for taking you in, later, alright?"

Oliver's hand tightened suddenly.

Miley smirked.

"I'll be sure to do that, thanks."

Once she was out of the room, she turned back to Oliver, who was now kissing her hand again, staring at her innocently.

"You're jealous."

"Am not!"

"Yes you are - I heard your tone with him earlier -"

"-What tone?"

"You know - the whole 'Did you do something to her', thinger."

"Oh - Well - I was worried - And I really don't trust the guy."

"Mhm... Now - Let's get me out of the bed--"

"--Okay." He swung her up easily, placing her on his shoulder.

"OLIVER!"

"Yes?"

"Put me down!"

"Okay," and she found herself falling onto the bed, and before she could protest, his lips were swiftly over hers, his body covering hers, his hands gently caressing her cheeks.

She whimpered quietly, her lips parting, sliding against his.

She was definitely enjoying this.

He slid his head down to her neck, sucking gently, moving her shirt, so he could kiss the spot where her neck met her shoulder, just so it would hide any marks later.

She gasped slightly, as she gripped his shoulders, loving the feel of his lips on her skin.

Then suddenly, he shot up, alarmed, and flew off her, landing on the ground, just as the door opened again.

The nurse walked in, alarmed at the fact that Oliver was on the ground, and Miley was lying on the bed, trying to catch her breath, eyes shut tightly.

"What happened in here?"

Oliver recovered first, jumping up.

"I fell off my chair, and she was shocked."

So simple.

"Ms. Stewart?"

"I - Uh -- Yes?"

"Are you alright?"

Miley adjusted her shirt, willing herself not to blush. "Yes - Yeah - he fell off his chair - and I had a mini-heart attack.

The nurse nodded, but looked disapproving, as she left again.

Oliver let out a low chuckle, which resulted in Miley smacking his shoulder.

"You-- You-- You could have got us caught!"

"It's all fun," he said grinning, while his hand trailed up her shoulder again.

"Crap - I think you left a mark again.."

"That's why I did it there."

"I don't know why I love you so much."

"Love you too. Love you too, Miles."


. :) Anyways. I just read Twilight again (well skimmed through it roughly), and I'm totally in love with Edward. :) Please review - 4 reviews is pitiful. :( -goes off to read New Moon- :D