Disclaimer: I don't own Disney...
A/N: Roar. Life sucks. Naw - It doesn't. But at the moment, for Oliver it does. :)
"Hannah Montana."
Chapter 2 - Reactions
And Oliver saw a bunch of flashbacks, and ending with a random threatening image of Robbie Ray...
THUD.
The last thing he saw was the ceiling, as it drifted away from him.
--
"Oliver? Are you alright?" He groaned, hearing a woman's voice come to him vaguely.
"Yarksagh..."
"Oliver? You knocked out pretty bad there--"
"Lilly?" he mumbled.
"Yeah," she chuckled, pressing a hand against his forehead. "So what happened--"
"--LILLY!"
"What?!" She jumped back alarmed, holding the thermometer in her hand in a protective stance.
"Hannah Montana!"
She blinked. "Excuse me? Are we bringing back bad memories today? Did you hit your 'time capsule' switch or something?"
"No! Hannah Montana!" He shot up, grabbing her shoulders frantically. "I'm going to be babysittin-- Argh I mean guarding Hannah Montana!"
"What?!" She looked extremely shocked now. "Oh my gosh - Why?!"
"I dunno!" He pulled at his hair, frantically grabbing. "Where's my hair?! I need my hair to grab!"
"You cut it off a couple years ago," she said giving him a strange look.
"Oh right," he murmured, running a hand through his shorter hair.
"Lost in the past, huh," she chuckled.
"You have no idea."
"So.. Hannah Montana, huh?" She grinned widely. "How's that working out for you?"
".. Oh. I'm perfectly peachy."
"Really? I thought you'd be pretty mad - You know - Having to see the girl who crushed your heart into a million, tiny piec--"
"--It was sarcasm, and thank you very much for the support."
"So - When are you leaving?"
"I-- I dunno - Soon I guess - Apparently there's a stalker or something--"
"A stalker? Really?" For the first time Lilly's face showed a little concern for her 'former' best friend. "Not that I care or anything."
"Yeah anyways.." He sighed. "I should go pack."
"Okay. But you wanna get lunch first?"
"Sure."
--
"So," Lilly started, chewing on a french fry. "What are you going to do?"
"About what?"
"... About your hair," she deadpanned. "No, about... Annah-hay Ontana-may," she whispered.
"Can't you just say Miley?"
"Whatever. So, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know," he replied honestly.
"Really? But, you're going to see her - Are old feelings going to come back?"
"I hope not."
"Or do you?"
He paused, holding the fry at his lips. "What...?"
"Seriously - You were head-over-heels for her - You're honestly telling me that nothing's going to come back to you? Or maybe.. They never really left."
He scoffed. "Please. I've moved on, I'm a grown man - I'm--" His words trailed off as he glanced up at the overhead TV in the corner - They were doing an interview with Hannah Montana.
He paused, simply watching.
Lilly smirked.
"Oh yeah - Might want to wipe that bit of drool off your face."
"Wha--" He smacked his face, wincing as he slapped himself. "What drool?" he shot defensively.
"You were totally just staring at her - And that was just on the TV."
"...So?"
"What if you're staring at her in real life - Come on - Some bodyguard you're going to be."
"I'm over her," he stated firmly.
"I don't believe that," she shot back. "Do you believe that?"
"Yes..?"
"You don't sound like you believe it."
He scowled.
"Why don't you just stick to saving lives and forget about the psychiatrist stuff?"
"When you've got a M.D - You can fool a lot of people."
"Whatever - I've got to get back to work." He placed a bill on the table, standing up, as Lilly did the same and they left the diner, both walking towards their respective cars. He waved at her, as she waved back and they returned to work.
--
"He-ey -- Oken, welcome back - How do you feel?"
"Great, boss. Just a question - When are we leaving?"
"Thursday morning."
"Grea-- Wait - Thursday morning as in ... TWO DAYS?"
"Yes."
"We - Are we driving up to L.A.?"
"Yes."
"Please tell me you're driving."
".. Yes."
"Thank god."
"Is that all you came to badger me with, Oken? I've got a lot of work to do."
".. Erm - Yeah.." He turned to leave, but whirled back around, placing his hand on Jonathan's desk. "Listen - I was thinking, could you not.. Take me?"
"Excuse me?"
"Like - Could you take somebody else - I--"
"--Are you telling me, you're backing down?" There was a ominous sense of danger in his voice.
Oliver winced.
"No, sir."
"Good - Now get packing, and relax - Hannah Montana's exactly your age - You two should get along fine - Good coincidence, isn't it?"
"Mhm.. Yeah," he mumbled, slipping out the door. "Good.. Coincidence."
Yay... 2nd chapter done - Don't worry - We'll see Miley soon. :) Then the games can begin. :D BTW - Should I make this 'M' rated - 'cause there's potential for violence, coarse language, and... Ahem.. (damn I hate saying this word) nudity. :)