"Let's go, Oliver," Lilly said softly. "I'll take you home." She was lightly rubbing his back. He was beyond distraught, beyond words, beyond consolation.
Halfway down the hall Lilly turned around once to see what the commotion was. She whipped back around a moment later. It was incredible—it was impossible.
A whole bustling flood of people was pouring out of gate A30.
Oliver kept walking, completely unaware of his surroundings. Suddenly a very familiar popstar burst out of the crowd. "Oliver!" she called, sprinting. "Oliver!" She saw Lilly, who pointed, wordlessly, down the hall.
"OLIVER!" He turned around and stared in confusion and disbelief.
He barely had time to register the blonde beauty tearing towards him and the tears pouring down her face before she had thrown herself at him, arms tight around him.
She was kissing his face, his mouth, crying and saying, "Of course I love you, of course I do. How could I not?"
"Miley?" he asked, as though there were any doubt.
"Oh Oliver, I'm so sorry. I would have left. I would have. But how could I leave you here?"
"You're staying?" he asked, eyes hungry and hopeful.
"Of course I am, you donut."
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.
"Is that your Hannah wig?" he wanted to know several minutes later.
"Long story," she said, trying to kiss him again.
"No, it's fine," he said, letting her, "this just reminds me of a recurring dream I used to have."
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(PS I just watched the Hannah Montana episode where Miley gets that awful kitty sweater--ummm...Miley and Oliver are TOTALLY cute together! And like, in the camping one where he's getting teased in the beginning and Miley (well I guess Lilly was there, too) chases everyone off. Gotta love that. Umm...yeah, they are totally meant to be together!)