Disclaimer: All I want for Christmas is the rights to Hannah Montana, the rights to Hannah Montana, or at least Moliver! OH! All I want for – you get the idea. ;

A/N: This is the exact same author's note I have at the end of this chappie, but it expresses my feelings just the same. "A/N: Sooooooo guys. You all are pretty much the most amazing people in the world. I was sure that I would get more flames than Chili's b/c of my super extended hiatus. And to see all of you who took the time to review and add my story into your alerts just made my day like no other. Seriously, it was like Chrismakwanukahsolstice for me. And because of that, I decided to update ASAP, which is now. Well, my now. Your later. So please review now, since we've seen that its effects include kicking my butt to update faster. ; Once again, I love you all."

When I came out, she was already asleep; the notebook and pen had fallen to the ground. I kept my bedside lamp on for her and climbed in. Moving her hair out of her face, I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. Looking at her face, I saw her look anything different than an angel for the first time. It was as if her pain was taking over, and it seemed as if her whole body was crying. I soon began to feel it, too. And for the first time that night, I slept facing away from her, scared of the pain she was in and how badly I wanted to take all of it for her.

Chapter 11

"Who the hell do you think you are you little whore?"

"Shut up!"

"No! I asked you a question! And whose damn jacket are you wearing?"

"Calm down!"

"No. I don't think I will," he said with a smug look, gripping her forearm until it turned bright red.

"Please! Stop!"

"MILES! Wake up!" she heard. "Shhh. Shh. It's alright. I'm here," a comforting voice told her. Oliver rubbed Miley's back until her breathing began to slow down a bit.

"You alright there? You were screaming pretty loudly."

"Ahuh. I'm fine," she replied.

"Okay. Well, don't worry about it. It was just a bad dream."

"Yeah…a bad dream," she answered hesitantly. Come on Miley, keep your head up. If you don't act like everything's alright, Oliver won't act normally around you anymore. He'll just be concerned and worried all the time. Don't you want him to be his normal self? Yeah, just be normal Miley.

Oliver put his hands behind his head and lay back down onto his pillow. He looked over at Miley, who was still sitting up in what seemed to be a trance. "Anyways, I have the day off today, so the world is our playground, kid." He winked at her, which was received with a giggle.

"There's the Miley I know," he said with a smile.

"What time is it anyways? And where are your mom and dad?" she asked.

"It's actually only about eight. And they're at church. It is Sunday ya know. Then they're going over to Long Beach to visit Ryan for the rest of the day. Why? Is your ideal day spending time with my parents? Not that I don't love them or anything, but I think I'm a little more fun to be around. Wow. My own best friend in the whole entire world thinks I'm boring. Do you mind waiting here while I go find a really high cliff to jump off of?"

"Be quiet. I was just curious. I don't really know what I wanna do today, so let's just go downstairs and eat first or something okay?"

"Anything you want, your highness."

Oliver quickly went to grab a shirt and pulled it over his head before bending his knees and squatting at his bedside. After a few awkward moments, he looked back with a puzzled look. "Hello? Miles? What're you doing?"

"What am I doing? What are you doing?" she exclaimed.

"Get on. Come on. Jump on the Ollie Trolley," he said with a straight face.

Miley laughed and got on her best friend's back for a piggyback ride. "Don't drop me, okay?"

"Have I ever?" he responded, and then started down the hall and down the stairs.

When they reached the kitchen, Miley looked at the contents on the table. She spotted a red envelope. "Oooh! Netflix! What movie is it?"

"I don't know. Must have come in yesterday while I was at work," said Oliver, who was looking around the cupboards for a pan.

"Eggs, pancakes or French toast?" he asked, holding the pan in his right hand, looking a little bit like a culinary version of the Statue of Liberty.

"Hmmm…French toast! With extra cinnamon please! And it's 13 Going on 30."

"Cool. Mom must have put it on the queue."

"Psh. Like you don't secretly watch and adore chick flicks, weirdo," she said, popping the DVD into the TV.

"Oh no. I, Oliver Oken, fully admit to loving chick flicks. Watching chick flicks enhances my natural born talent at understanding the females."

"Riiiight," Miley responded, rolling her eyes.

He turned on the stove and began getting their breakfast together. He was humming to himself when a few minutes later, he was interrupted.

"But seriously, don't you think Jennifer Garner and Mark Ruffalo are exactly like us except for Lily isn't like Tom-tom, and I'd never ditch you for Ashley and Amber, and I've never even heard of sparkle dust, and we dance way better, and we'd never lose contact, and I'd never ditch you period, and you'd never get married without telling me, and we'd never stop being friends no matter what."

"Oh yeah. Other than those fifty million exceptions, we're exactly the same as them," he said, raising his eyebrow.

"You know what? You're a pain. So I'm gonna watch this, and you can go cook."

"Well thanks for your permission, but I'm already done. Between your first and last exception, I was able to mix everything and get the French toast nice and brown." He turned off the fan and moved the pan from the range and the dishes to the sink.

"With extra cinnamon?" she asked with puppy dog eyes.

"With extra cinnamon. Let's eat!" he said, placing the two plates down.

When they were done, they cleared the table and went to the living room to finish the movie. They sat down on the couch, having to clear some of the pillows off for extra space. When the movie was over, Oliver looked to his left to see Miley asleep.

He leaned over a bit and said, "Hey. You. You're the worst movie date ever. You can't even make it to the end."

She slowly opened her eyes before squinting them again into a glare. "Hey…I'm just really tired," she responded groggily.

"Aaah. It's alright. I'm over it. But…"

"But what?" she asked, worried.

"But I'm still gonna tickle you!" he said, leaning over and tickling her stomach and arms.

"AAAH! STOP IT! STOP IT NOW!"

And suddenly he did.

"Umm. Thanks for the quick response?"

"Miles, where'd you get that bruise from?" he asked, pointing at a spot on her left upper arm.

"Umm. I have no idea." Her response drew nothing but silence.

"Well, nothing to worry about. Anyways, I know what I wanna do today," she said, changing the subject.

"Alright…" Oliver responded, still worried about her arm.

"We. Are going. To go."

"Ahuh…"

"To Disneyland!"

"You're crazy."

"Am not."

"Are too. And here's why." Oliver stood up, obviously to enforce the importance of what he was about to say. "We have school tomorrow, genius. It's Monday. It's about 10:30 now, so when we're done getting ready, it'll be about 11, which means that after the hour or so drive it takes, we'll be there around 12, not leaving much time. Oh. And it's Sunday, which equals way too many kids for my health. Plus, I only started working, so no tengo cha-ching at this momento. There. I'm done," he let out, smiling and looking quite happy with himself.

"Satisfied with yourself?"

"Very."

"Good. So I can now remind you that it is Labor Day weekend, which means no school tomorrow. And I promise I'll get dressed really fast. And I'll help you pay for gas and admission if you want. And most importantly, you said it was my choice. Right? Well, at least you did when -"

"Oh stop it already. I can already sense your lip waiting to begin the pouting. Fine. We'll go alright? But no tea cup rides alright? I get super dizzy. And no embarrassing shows where you volunteer me to go on stage. And no ditching me if you fall in love with some guy walking down towards Adventureland. We clear?"

"As clear as Uncle Earl's car windows after scrubbing em down with raccoon hide."

"So that's a yes?"

"Yes."

"Alright, go get ready. I call dibs on bathroom first," he said.

Miley grinned and jumped off the couch onto him, giving him a huge hug. He squeezed her back before saying, "Go! Go! I don't wanna hit traffic!"

Once they had packed their things for the day, they made last minute checks around the house. About to lock the door, Oliver stopped. "Hey, go ahead and get into the car, I forgot my phone."

"Alright, as long as you know it means I get full control of the radio," she teased.

"Yeah, yeah. I understand," he laughed, making his way back into the house.

He jogged back up to his room, and looked out the window to see her bobbing her head in the passenger seat of his '68 Mustang, a 16th birthday gift from his grandparents.

"God, she is so beautiful," he whispered to himself. He gazed for a little longer before hearing a buzz on his nightstand. He saw the blinking of his phone. "1 New Message" it read. He opened it up.

"Hey. Thot we were hanging out? U didn't call las nite."

He sighed and quickly replied back "Not 2day" before deleting the message. He ran back out the door and locked up.

"What took so long?" Miley asked as he started up the car.

"Nothing. Just wrote my parents a note in case we hit traffic on the way back."

"Oh alright. Well, anyways, thanks for doing this for me. You're kind of amazing like that you know?" she smiled at him.

"Only cause a little of you rubs off on me each time we hang out," he said, smiling back before backing out of the driveway. His pocket buzzed again, but he ignored it.

A/N: Sooooooo guys. You all are pretty much the most amazing people in the world. I was sure that I would get more flames than Chili's b/c of my super extended hiatus. And to see all of you who took the time to review and add my story into your alerts just made my day like no other. Seriously, it was like Chrismakwanukahsolstice for me. And because of that, I decided to update ASAP, which is now. Well, my now. Your later. So please review now, since we've seen that its effects include kicking my butt to update faster. ; Once again, I love you all.

P.S. Check out "Chance" too! I've finally begun my continuation. ;