Disclaimer: I don't own fo-sho.
A/N: I'm not particularly fond of this chapter - but, I thought, what the hey.
iheartdisney128: Haha, you'll see. :)
peacegal: Miley has more secrets - Oliver didn't figure out much. Just that she likes him. :D He didn't figure out the entire truth. Hope I didn't give too much away. Lol. :D Yeah.. I'll explain the danger/crash thing. x)
Broken Oken: Well, you know - I don't actually try to make the making-out scenes sexy - They just kinda come out that way, just 'cause it's Miley and Oliver xD I hope you're at least somewhat satisfied with this chapter. I know I wasn't quite, in the least.
MileyFan2492: Ooh, okay, updating, updating annnd updating. :) Glad you like it. ^_^
Previously:
"Oliver," she whispered. "I really don't think I want you as my bodyguard anymore."
Crash.
Burn
It was the sound of wood crumpling into useless splinters; Like a door, being smashed down.
Oliver had, by now, completely forgotten her outlandish and irrational statement, and was tugging Miley towards the door.
They both froze, as the power went out, and darkness engulfed them. He tightened his grasp on her hand, upon hearing rushed footsteps moving around downstairs. He quietly put one hand on her mouth, and pushed her backwards, fumbling for the handles to her closet. His phone vibrated, and he almost screamed. He calmly reminded himself silently that he was now an adult, and he had, in his hands, a very important task.
He quickly tapped the screen, and read the bright words.
'Stay where you are - And don't lose her. - Jon.'
He automatically nodded, then remembered that his boss couldn't see him. He shut the closet door quietly, glad that she still had an outrageously large closet. He felt Miley's arms tighten around his waist, and her body tremble against his.
"I'm sorry," she whimpered, and he felt her nose nuzzle against his neck.
"For what?"
"If I had known it was you - I wouldn't have accepted--"
"--Miley, that is the most ridiculous thing you could ever say," he murmured, frustrated.
"Let me finish," she whispered desperately. "I could never live with myself if you got hurt, Oliver - and, truthfully - I'd rather let myself get hurt than to ever see you hurt."
"Stop being such a drama queen and shut up," he whispered, desperately trying to hear more footsteps.
She gasped softly, and her ego returned. "Did you just tell me to shut up?"
"Miles, not now. I refuse to let yourself feel guilty about this--"
"--You don't have any right to boss me around," she said indignantly. They were both standing in complete darkness and he rolled his eyes in a general direction to his left, where her voice sounded.
"How about we focus on this situation first, alright?"
"No, let's ignore that--"
"--I don't get why, or how you're so calm about this."
"Oliver--" she started.
"Shush."
"But Ollie," she whined pathetically. He turned to her general direction, already tense and irritated. Her lips immediately flew onto his face initially missing his lips, but she found them no problem. Her arms wrapped around his neck, while his hands numbly found her waist, still not quite used to this whole kissing scene they were getting into.
The air seemed harder to take in, as he returned the gesture with equal force that she exerted, both of them sucking in a breath as they paused for a quick breather.
"Don't think this is gonna work every time," he mumbled.
"Every time?" she questioned curiously, entwining her fingers with his.
"Well--" A loud thud closer to their hiding place made both of them snap back to reality. Miley's breath was suddenly on his neck again as she hugged him tightly, her body trembling again. His phone vibrated again, and he let out a shaky breath, opening the message while letting go of her momentarily. He heard her sit down somewhere, and attempt to even out her breathing.
'Man Down - they really want her - Stay where u r & don't let her out of ur sight.'
Oliver wanted to laugh out loud to release some of the bottled up angered tension he was feeling. He wanted to laugh at how melodramatic this was becoming - Like something out of a movie. These sort of things were so unrealistic - Stalkers this intense were usually that of movies and books, not in real life.
Not when he had finally found the one person who truly made him happy.
He thought he heard footsteps nearby, but assumed Miley was just tapping her foot.
"How many stalkers do you have?" he questioned, trying, and failing to lighten the mood.
He could almost see her dark expression glaring at him.
"Sorry," he apologized.
She was still silent - and he imagined her with a raised eyebrow.
"Look - Miley - I'm sorry about snapping at you earlier - It's just--"
He sighed. Now wasn't the time to apologize.
"Miles?"
Silence.
"Oh come on - Why are you ignoring me? You certainly weren't 5 minutes ago."
Silence.
"Miley?" he asked, starting to get worried.
He waited for her to jump on him, attempting to scare him.
But there was nothing.
He froze.
Nothing.
That's exactly what it was.
He swore loudly, desperately trying to flick on the lights.
There was scuffling downstairs, and he dashed to the door - Pulling on the handles.
Jammed.
"SHIT!"
He shoved his fist against the glass-plated door, and ignoring the jab of pain, he used his phone to shine around the room.
Gone.
She was gone.
There were shouts downstairs - Something that sounded like a jubilant cry of success - then more scrambling about - Banging sounds ceased - and then he heard doors slam..
And then.. The unmistakable sound of tires screeching away.
"DAMNIT! MILEY!" And obviously she didn't respond.
He felt his face burn with shame and anger, and he felt embarassed.
He was ashamed that he had let this happen.
He was angry that those filthy, vile criminals now had her.
He was embarassed that he had failed at his job.
He didn't want to face her father, or Jonathan.
What would he tell them?
That they had Miley, who knows what they were going to do to her?
... And there - is the.. most probably the worse thing I have ever written. Please at least.. review. -cringes- I have flame-proof clothes.
Just in case. :o