Good, Not Great Chapter 6: Dinners and Goodbyes M, a hannah montana fanfic

THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M. Review! This chapter is really long, to make up for the last two shorties.

Oliver and Lilly had been going out for about six months when Lilly realized Oliver still hadn't told his parents.

"Why not?" She complained. "I thought your parents liked me."

"They do," he said quickly. His mom did, anyway. Oliver had never had a very good relationship with his father. All Bill Oken wanted for his son to do was follow the business and go into the family business: Oken Law Firms. But Oliver had never really wanted that life, which caused for many arguments between him and his father. His father had never really approved of Miley or Lilly- he thought that Lilly was nice, but a foolish tomboy- he needed a good, sturdy, responsible girl. Besides, Lilly lived with her single mom in a small apartment. Embarrassed as he was to admit it, the Oken's were pretty wealthy- they lived in a spacious, five bedroom house, with a swimming pool and three stone fireplaces. His family owned a Porsche, a BMW, and a Mercedes. His mom thought that they were nice girls, but his dad wore the pants in the Oken family. Miley's family had plenty of money- most of the Hannah money went towards college funds, but they were still very well off. He had told his parents that Miley was Hannah Montana, but his father thought he should spend more time studying then running around with popstars.

"Then tell them," she murmured, cuddling up to him. They had just returned from a movie with Miley- but she had to get to bed early, to be at the Good Morning Malibu set at 5:30 AM the next day.

He sighed. He knew he'd have to do it eventually. "All right…I will. Tomorrow afternoon." If he could muster up the courage.

"Good," she whispered softly, blinking up at him. She looked like such an angel- pale, with blonde-white hair falling over her shoulders. He leaned down and kissed her, softly and gently.

The next day at lunch, Oliver took a deep breath. "Mom? Dad? Will you guys listen to me for a second?"

"Sure, son. What is it?" his father asked suspiciously.

"I…have to tell you something."

"Are you in some sort of trouble?" Mrs. Oken asked worriedly, touching her napkin to her lips.

"No, I just thought I'd let you know…I…have a girlfriend."

"You do!" gasped his mother.

"Well done, son!" Mr. Oken leaned over and clapped a hand on his son's back. "Is she a nice girl?"

"She's actually been with me for awhile," said Oliver quickly. "I was just kind of afraid to…tell you."

"Oh, Oliver," said his mom. "You should never be afraid to tell us something. We're always here for you- no matter what."

"Who is it?" asked his father, interested. "I'd like to meet this young lady."

Oliver gulped. Here goes nothing! "Actually…you already know her!" He tried to sound as chipper as possible. "It's Lilly!"

The entire family froze.

"That's good," said Mrs. Oken quietly, bracing herself for the explosion from her husband. "Lilly is a nice girl."

"God damnit!" Mr. Oken slammed his fist down on the table, and Oliver winced at the sound. Oh, boy.

"Dad, you're always nice to Lilly," protested Oliver. "She's a really great person. I wish you would give her a chance!"

"Of course she's a good person, son. She's nice! She's polite! But she's not…the kind of person an Oken should be with!"

"You don't like her because she's not rich?" Oliver was so furious he flew out of his seat.

"Oliver, calm down," his mother instructed him. "You too, Bill."

"Oliver, she's a very nice girl, but she's not the girl for you! I don't want that life for you! Dating a skateboarder, living in an apartment?"

"I didn't say I was going to marry her!"

But his father wouldn't listen. "That girl is going nowhere in life, and running around with her will just bring you down to that level! You have more to do in your life, more to be! You are an Oken, Oliver, and it's about time you start acting like it!" Mr. Oken stood, threw his napkin to the ground, and stormed into his office, promptly slamming the door behind him.

He left a grumpy, furious air, floating around the table. Oliver bent his head. He had, once again, disappointed his father. But this was the worst.

"Oliver…" Mrs. Oken sighed.

"I'll be back." Oliver grabbed his jacket, got something out of his room, and left the house, slamming the door behind him. His father's words still swirled around in his head.

"You are an Oken…it's about time you start acting like it!"

He knocked on the door to Lilly's apartment. She answered, wearing sweatpants and a beater, her fuzzy blonde hair up in a loose ponytail. He's right, Oliver thought to himself. She's going nowhere. You will never understand that particular feeling of letting your father down until it actually happens to you. It makes you do crazy things, and puts you in an insane state of mind where all you want to do is what he wants you to do.

"Is your mom home?"

"She's gone all weekend on business…I'm here alone. Do you want to come in and chill or something? Are you okay? You look a little pissed."

"I'm fine," he retorted, shoving past her into her house. He looked around, at the shabby carpet, the random bills and papers lying about. It was dusty, too. The Oken's live in maid, Sophia, would never allow dust.

"You've been here before," she said jokingly.

"I know. Come here." He sat down in her armchair. He felt strange, like he didn't have control over his own actions.

She snuggled into his lap, and he grabbed her and turned her face towards his. He shoved his lips against hers, hard. They made out as usual, but something seemed wrong. It was too forced.

Show me, he begged. Show me that you're important to me. But still, all he could hear was his father screaming at him. All he could feel was the shame of not acting like an Oken.

"Are you sure you're okay," she whispered into his ear.

"I'm fine. Do you love me?"

A look of surprise came onto her face. They hadn't exchanged those words yet. "You…you know I do," she stuttered. "Seriously, Oliver. What happened. Did you tell your parents?"

"Let's go upstairs."

Lilly bit her lip. She knew what he was getting at. "Are you…sure?"

"Yes." He ran upstairs, and she nervously followed him. This wasn't how she had expected it to go. She wanted to be older, and she wanted them to have just gone on a romantic date. There should be candles and love songs playing in the background. But instead there was just her bed, and they just stripped down. No tease-ish clothes taking off, just woop-zoop-doop, clothes off. He fished a condom out of his pocket, let her slide it on, and then they just did it. It wasn't romantic, it wasn't special. It hurt so bad, Lilly started crying. And it wasn't just the physical pain, but the harsh, raw feeling she had. Sex with Oliver hurt in every way possible.

When they were done, he looked at her for just a moment with his own eyes. His gentle, caring eyes. The Oliver eyes she was used to, and for a moment she thought things were better. That this act had made them closer.

"Lilly," he said sadly, so thick and full of feeling.

"I love you," she whispered.

But with that, his eyes turned back into stone. His face hardened. He grabbed his boxers and yanked them on.

"Oliver?" she said softly. She sat up in bed, grabbed her bra, and fastened it on.

He looked at her, once more, with his face full of wanting. He wanted to be with her so, so badly.

"Goodbye," he said quietly. He walked downstairs and left. And that was the end.

The next day at school, Oliver went and kept to himself. When Miley asked him what the hell happened, he totally ignored her. When Amber called him a dork, he didn't respond. When Jake asked if he wanted to play some bball in the park, he said he was busy. And at the end of the day, when Miley, his very best friend, asked him if he needed someone to talk to, he gave her the cold shoulder and walked out of school.

Lilly stayed home, her mother had come home that morning. She spent the day with her head nestled in her mom's lap, tears falling down her face. "Oh, honey," her mom sighed over and over, stroking her dirty hair. "It's going to be OK."

The next day, when Lilly came back to school, Miley told her that Oliver had called her last night and told her that he was switching schools immediately. He was now going to Hanover Academy, a boarding school in New England. His father had paid extra to get him in immediately. He was going to become serious, and get his act together. He had told her to say goodbye to Lilly for him. Lilly went straight to the bathroom and promptly threw up, then spent the next week at home with her mom.

And so, years passed. He thought about Lilly, that was the truth. But those words his dad had said to him, so hurtful, like a slap in the face. When Oliver visited on breaks, they never saw each other. He had no choice. He was going into law. He sent her an email, once. It was short and brief, a quick apology, saying it was his Dad's fault and he hadn't meant to hurt her. It came when she was eighteen, and she never wrote back. He met Cathy the year after college got out, and things went on from there. He married her. Miley and Jake were soon married. Lilly met Ned. She designed hats. Oken law opened up a new branch in Sacramento. They now lived in two separate worlds.