Disclaimer I don't own Hannah Montana or anything to do with it.. except this story and chapter.

A/N: Don't know much about skateboarding. I know how to ride one, barely. And I'm not sure why this one is longer. o.o

Monday

Oliver adjusted the helmet on Miley's head once more. At her insistence. She grabbed his hand.

"Are you sure it won't fall off? And are you sure I don't need extra padding?" Oliver patted her helmeted head.

"Nope, besides, when you're with Smokin' Oken, you won't get hurt," he said confidently, poking himself in the chest. She sighed.

"Fine, but if I suffer serious bodily injuries, I'm blaming you."

"Miles, seriously. You've got nothing to be scared of," he said in a soothing tone. "Skateboarding is fun. You'll see!" He handed her a spare skateboard he had. They were at the skate park, in the early afternoon. The park was already quite packed. "Hmm, looks like we'll have to find a quieter spot. We don't want you crashing into anybody." He led her to a quieter spot of the park, where there weren't many ramps or rails. Probably why it was quieter. "Okay, ready?" She nodded nervously. She was still holding on to his hand.

"Don't let go." He definitely wasn't complaining. He gripped her hand reassuringly.

"Miles, this isn't that extreme. You won't die."

"That's what you think," she said viciously.

"Okay. Anyways, let's start."

"Alright"

"Yeah, so Miles, unless you plan on riding the skateboard with your hands, I think you should put it on the ground."

"What? Oh right!" She placed it on the ground and looked at him expectantly.

"Okay, now, you're right-handed right?" She nodded. " 'Kay, now place your left foot near the front of the board." She obliged. "Point your left foot forwards, and now use your right to push yourself forward. Got that?" She nodded again.

"Don't let go, okay?" She looked so trusting, that he almost melted. He nodded, not being able to formulate words. He held her hand tighter and walked beside her as she pushed off. She attempted to balance, but she overdid it and stumbled. Her hands flew onto his shoulder, and on impulse let his arms go around her waist. He felt his breathing accelerate and he noticed the same thing about her. He coughed and let go of her.

"Alright." He coughed again. "Yeah, so, don't worry about that, Miles. That happened the first time I tried skateboarding too. It takes practice. Here," he said. "Let me show you. Maybe you'll get a better idea." He picked up his own helmet and skateboard. He showed her how he balanced; trying not to lean to much to one side. "It also helps, since you're a beginner, to sorta hold your arms out a little. For more balance." He noted how much attention she payed, the way she was so attentive, and how expressive her eyes were. She watched him for a little while more before standing up.

"I think I can do it." He smiled.

"Yes, you can. I know it. Here, I'll walk beside you again." He didn't hold her hand this time, even though he was sorely tempted to. She was doing quite well, although she wasn't managing to go far each time. "Miles, try placing more weight on the skateboard."

"What?"

"Like, try to move your weight down to your feet, so you can move further. It'll also be easier to turn if there's more weight." She nodded and went back to work. Oliver couldn't help but notice that when she concentrated, she bit her lip, and how adorable that looked. He mentally tried to knock all those thoughts out of his head as he tried his best not to focus on them.

"Oliver, did you see that?" Miley's voice called out to him. Oliver snapped his head up, and noticed that she was further away. She was waving at him. To prove her point, she skated right over to him. It was a little choppy, and she was a little wobbly, but she did it nonetheless. She jumped off the board and gave him a tight hug. His breath left him, for two reasons. One, because she was hugging him so tightly, and two, because she was touching him. He felt extremely heated up. He hugged her back, but not as tight. She pulled away and started jumping up and down.

"See? I told you it wasn't that hard. It's just practice that you need." He looked at the time. 12 already? They'd been at this for 2 hours? "Hey, Miles. I think 2 hours a day should be good enough."

"Sure, wanna call it a day, then? I want to go see other people skateboard."

"Wow, eager aren't you? Sure. By now, all the good people should be out skateboarding." He picked up his skateboard. "Like me."

"Well, let's see it, then, Mr. Oken." She stuck her tongue out playfully at him. He simply chuckled and shook his head. They walked to the crowded area of the park, where the ramps were, and looked around. It was pretty packed.

"Hey, you want to just sit here, and watch? There's some good talent out here right now." She nodded. She placed the skateboard on the ground, and sat on it. She looked at him expectantly.

"Well? I want to see some action."

"If you insist, Ms. Stewart." He rolled off, just doing what he did best. This was what he really enjoyed doing. Skateboarding, well that and going with Miley to the beach, but that was another story. He focused on landing each trick, one after the other, not caring about anything else. He reverted and saw that some rowdy skateboarder guys were trying to get Miley into a conversation. She simply ignored them and stood up waving at him cheerfully. Oliver waved back, but still kept his the corner of his eyes on them. He'd seen this group of guys before. They were never good news. He skated around, not really doing anything, but paying more attention to the group of boys. They were still there. Miley was clearly not interested in them. Oliver noticed that they had gotten closer, and he was not liking where this was going. Finally, he had enough. He skated right over to them. He stepped off his skateboard, and walked behind Miley and slung one arm across her shoulder. Miley jumped slightly, but kept her cool. She turned around and smirked slightly. She put on her best sugary sweet voice.

"Hey Ollie." Oliver grinned, and feeling bold, he kissed her cheek. He noticed that she turned quite red, and that she had tensed up considerably. The guys looked surprised, but little scums persisted anyways.

"So, like you know, we could like, go somewhere and, like swap spit or something." Oliver wanted to hit the guy. Instead he released Miley and stepped in front of her.

"I don't think so." The guy walked closer and got all up in Oliver's face. He poked Oliver right in the chest, pushing him back a little. He felt Miley grab the back of his shirt; as a warning.

"Well, I do. So, why don't you, and your friends, just go find somebody who's actually interested." With that, he spun around and picked up his skateboard. Without thinking, he took Miley's hand. "Come on, Miles. Let's go home." He led her out of the skate park. Once they were out, she stopped him, tugging on his hand.

"Are you okay?" He sighed.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"I'm sorry. It wasn't my fault. They just started talking to me, and I didn't-- I just ignored them." Oliver laughed quietly.

"It's not your fault that you're hot." Miley blushed violently, but still didn't release his hand. Again, not like he was complaining. He wasn't planning to soon. "Come on, maybe your dad's cooked lunch." She rolled her eyes.

"What is it with guys and food?"

"What is it with girls and shoes?" he shot back.

"Touché, Oliver. Touché." She laughed. "Hmm, I wonder what Lilly's up to. Pity she couldn't teach me too," she remarked, not sounding sorry at all.

"I bet she's not busy at all. Just probably sleeping in."

"Most likely." They walked in silence for a while. Seems like this March Break involved quite a few silent moments. They also still didn't realize that they were holding hands. The reached Rico's and ran into Lilly. She squealed when she saw them.

"Hi you two! Aww, you guys look like the perfect couple. The helmets, the skateboards," she said gesturing to the skateboards in their hands. "And would you look at that. You're holding hands." Miley and Oliver looked at each other, then at their hands. The immediately let go, and stood further apart both blinking rapidly.

"Did you just get up?"

"Yep, just talking to your brother. So, how was the first lesson?" Lilly looked so eager. "Fill me in! Tell!"

"Well, Miley's much better than she was 3 hours ago."

"And I never knew Oliver could be such a great teacher."

"So, did you see any hot guys, Miley?" Oliver's eyes snapped to Miley, awaiting her response. He almost grinned like the Chershire Cat when he heard her response.

"Not really. I wasn't looking." Miley looked at Oliver, unintentionally, but then immediately snapped her eyes away. Lilly watched this with interested eyes.

"Right.. Oh, Miley, I forgot to tell you. There's this group of guys, that enjoy hitting on girls. I think it's because they don't have girlfriends. It's pretty stupid. They do it in the skate park, in broad daylight. Nobody really cares though. Oliver and I have seen it," Lilly said, gesturing to herself and Oliver. She turned to Oliver. "Hope you didn't leave her unattended." Oliver gulped. Miley's eyes darted back and forth between the two.

"Unattended? She's not a shopping cart Lilly, Psh.. Psh.."

"You did, didn't you?"

"I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me." Lilly rolled her eyes at his wimpiness.

"Miley, just be careful. They're really rowdy and pushy. It would help if you had a boyfriend. Maybe one that could go to the skate park with you.," Lilly added pointedly. Miley's eyes widened. Could she get anymore obvious?

"I'll be fine. Don't worry. And, I'm just waiting for the right person," Miley said as nonchalantly as possible. Lilly smirked.

"I know you are." She looked at her watch. "Oh, would you look at that. I've got to go help my mom with something. Bye!" She was off again, before either Miley or Oliver could say anything. Oliver spoke first.

"Miley, I'm really sorry. I should've told you and I shouldn't have left you by yourself."

"Oliver, I'm fine, aren't I? Besides, I like being saved," she added, winking at him playfully. She ruined the effect by sticking her tongue out at him. Oliver wondered when they had become so flirtatious with each other. Once again, he wasn't complaining. She looked at her watch. "Oh yeah, we were supposed to set the clock forward one hour.. So now, it's actually 1." She paused. "And, I've got a," she lowered her voice. "Hannah meeting at 2. I think I should go." She patted his shoulder, and left, him thinking what he was going to do about his feelings for her.

He spent the rest of the day chasing his brother out of his room, and listening to the news woman drone on about how somebody got eaten by a shark. Wow.

Haha, I had fun. I don't know much about skateboarding, so glad you could bear with me.