A/N: I'm sorry for the length of time it's taken for me to update! I've just been sort of busy and what not. Anyways please enjoy and review!

Disclaimer: Thou thought i owneth Hannah Montana why...eth?

The next day rolled around and Oliver and Kyle where in the park.

"Do you want to go on the swings?" He asked Kyle. Kyle didn't speak or even move his head in any indication as to whether or not he wanted to swing.

"Do you want to play in the sand?" Kyle again didn't give Oliver any indication that he wanted to play in the sand.

"Will you please talk?" Oliver pleaded. "I'll give you some candy!"

Kyle looked up at his dad. Oliver couldn't tell whether he saw sadness, pain, betrayal, or all three in his sons eyes. Oliver sighed. "Do you want to go home and take a nap?" He asked again. Kyle nodded his head yes. "Okay." Oliver picked his son up and took him home.

Once Kyle was down in his room Oliver wondered into the kitchen. He opened up the refrigerator and looked over it's contents. His eyes landed on a cardboard six pack box. He reached in and grabbed one of the beers. "I just need to de-stress." He thought to himself.

Miley wiped down the counter when the phone started to ring. No one else was home so she reached over and picked it up. "Hello?" She asked.

"Hi, is boom boom there?" An airy female voice asked.

"Excuse me?" Miley asked, slightly disturbed by this random person calling her up and asking for a "boom boom."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, you must be maid." The voice continued.

"The what?" Miley asked again, being even more disturbed.

"The maid..." The voice replied in somewhat of a "duh" tone.

Miley then realized that if she pretended to be this "maid" she may be able to get information that she wanted. "Oh right!" She exclaimed. "I'm sorry we must have a bad connection." She continued the char aid. "Who did you say you were calling for again?"

"Could just tell Trevy-pooh that Honey Bunny called."

"Yes I will." Miley replied she hung up the phone. That's the problem with cordless phones, you can't slam them down when you're angry.

Miley walked over to the couch and sat down on it. "How could he?" She asked out loud to no one as tears started to trail down her face. "How could he?"

A/N: I know that this short but it's also sort of important to the fic! Also, I think the next chapter will be longer. Anyways please review!