Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana. I would have a better chance of owning Sanjaya from American Idol. Whoa, random, lol.

(Miley's POV)

So yeah, Jake just completely out of nowhere broke up with me. How could this happen? I thought we were the perfect couple. I was so angry with him when he broke it off, that I just stormed off. But why hasn't he come after me yet? That is what I thought he would do…

I open to the door to my beach house to find that no one was home. Weird, I was only gone for about 20 minutes. I need someone to talk to about this though… not like I would tell Jackson or my dad about it. I know; I'll call Lilly!

I took my cell out of my back pocket and began dialing Lilly's number.

"Hello?" answered a raspy, older-sounding voice. It must have been Lilly's mother.

"Hi, umm, this is Miley. Is Lilly there?" I said.

"Oh no, sorry Hun. She just left with her dad on some big father/daughter boating trip. She should be back by the end of this weekend."

"And she didn't bring her phone with her?"

"Nope, she must have forgotten it."

"Oh, alright. Thanks anyway Mrs. Truscott."

"You're welcome sweetie. Have a nice day!'

This was terrible. My best friend is gone the one day I need her the most. Who to call, who to call… Oliver? I couldn't talk to him about this kind of stuff. He would just be grossed out by the fact that Jake and I might have 'done it'. Oh, what the hell, I'm desperate.

"Hello?" answered Oliver.

"Oliver…" I said back.

"Oh hey Miles, what's up?"

"Will you come over? I have to talk about some stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Just please, Oliver! I really need a shoulder to cry on."

"Alright, alright. I'll be right over."

(Oliver's POV)

Miley, the girl of my dreams, wants me to come over, to her house, just us, alone. Well, at least I think it will be just us. She would usually call Lilly to talk about "stuff", but just my luck, she is out of town. Don't get me wrong, Lilly is my best friend, but the thought of Miley and me alone excites me. It doesn't matter though, she is with Jake.

I walk up the steps to her extravagant beach house and look through the window. I see her sitting on the couch, with a big tissue box next to her. What, is she actually… crying? Oh no, she was being serious.

I open the door and say a loud "Hello?" but no answer. "Miley?"

"Oh, Oliver," she took a tissue, and wiped the tears from her eyes, "sit down please."

I took a seat next to her sulking body. No matter how miserable she looked, she was still the most beautiful girl in Malibu, no, on this planet, "Miles, what's wrong?"

"I must be the ugliest girl ever."

"What are you talking about?"

"Why else would Jake break up with me?"

A smile almost drifted across my face. No, no! Oliver, what is wrong with you? Sure, Miley was currently in the running to be on Smokin' Oken's right arm, but she was so upset, "There must have been a different reason."

"Well, there was. He told me that he was, oh, it's too embarrassing!"

"You can tell me anything, you know that," I put my hand onto her right arm and started rubbing it to let her know that I was there for her.

"He was afraid that he would get me pregnant."

I froze. What was I supposed to say? The thought of Jake getting her pregnant sickened me as well.

"Oliver? Man, I knew that I shouldn't have told you!" A tear jerked down her delicate cheek.

"No, please don't cry, Miley. I'm just shocked. What a stupid reason to dump the most beautiful girl in this world, the lucky sap…"

Whoa, did I just say those words? Did I just say that Jake was stupid, and even worse, that Miley was the most beautiful girl in the world?

(Miley's POV)

Oh wow, did Oliver just say that I think he just said? I must be imagining things. Oliver Oken thinks that I, Miley Stewart, am the most beautiful girl in the world. Does this mean he likes me? I may be a total hypocrite towards Jake for doing this, but I have to find out if this is true.

(Oliver's POV)

"He must have dumped me for a different reason. He was probably cheating on me and had to make up a good excuse to get rid of me!" Miley yelled. I took my index finger and gently wiped the tear that was still placed on her cheek. I guess she wasn't that shocked that I gave that comment.

"Thanks", she stared deep into my eyes. I definitely stared back. Her eyes were the perfect shade of blue and green. If I could, I would stare at them forever.

She turned her head, "Let's face it, no guy would want to date a girl like me".

"MILEY," I said loudly, "look at me…"

Her face turned around swiftly. It had a look of innocence, miraculous. She had no idea how much I wanted to touch it.

However, to my surprise, it was her perfectly shaped hand that cupped my cheek.

(Miley's POV)

My plan was simple, but dangerous. I could lose two friendships, Jake's and Oliver's, if things turned out wrong. But I had to take this risk. At least I could take risks, unlike Jake.

I placed my hand onto Oliver's cheek. He started to get a look of anticipation, like he knew what was coming, like he wanted something to happen.

"Miley?" he asked.

I only shushed him. I moved my face closer to his, and like I expected, he did the same. We were so close that I could feel him breathing through his nose. Right before we made contact, the door swung open, and it was the last person that I wanted to see,

"MILEY, HOW COULD YOU?"

Alright, I updated! Sorry, I would have gotten it on eariler, but I wrote it last night, and then went to bed. The next day I had a half day at school, but I didn't get home until 5:30! Anyway, WHO COULD IT BE? You'll just have to wait and find out. R&R:)

-Grace