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Here's chapter 7. :) AHH! March Break is almost over. Dang, I've had activities everyday. I can't believe that I actually had time to write this. -is scared- --Oh, sorry about errors, I was up till 3 writing this. Yay me!

Friday

Oliver didn't bother waking up early. Miley probably didn't want to continue lessons and her father probably forbade her to see him anymore. His brother started jumping on his bed.

"Aidan, go away before I pound you."

"It's Friday!"

"Good job, you know your days." Oliver rolled over. "Now, go away."

"But Oliver, you promised to take me to the skate park!" Oliver groaned. Little kids always had such good memory.

"But, whhhhyy," he whined, sounding like he was his brother's age.

"It's either the skate park or 'Make-A-Moose'."

"Aren't you a little to old to be going there anyways?"

"No, I'm 9. Aren't you a little to old to be sleeping in?" Oliver chuckled. The boy had a lot to learn.

"No, I'm 15," he retorted. "This is what us teenagers do. Try it."

"But, Oliver! I want to go to the skate park!" Oliver felt his sheets being thrown off and a cold breeze hit his skin. He grunted.

"Fine! Get out of my way," he mumbled shoving his brother off his bed. He dragged himself to the bathroom, cleaning up, and brushing his teeth. He splashed water over his face and brushed his hair the best he could. He threw on some clothes, still blearily attempting to see through his useless morning eyes. His brother bounded in again.

"Are you ready? Are you ready?" Oliver wanted to hit something. His brother sounded like the Toys 'R Us ads.

"Yeah, yeah." He tossed his brother a cereal bar as he took one himself. They walked to the skate park, Oliver half asleep and Aidan riding his skate board, zooming away. Oliver didn't really feel like going to the skate park. Too many.. Reminders. He probably, most likely would never be allowed to see Miley again. He jammed his helmet on, and skated up to his brother.

"Oliver, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know. You wanted to come, you do whatever you want. I'll be just over there," he said pointing to a nearby area close to where they were standing. "Come look for me when you want to go or if you need something." Aidan nodded eagerly and started skating around. For a 9 year old, he wasn't bad. Sure he wasn't no Ryan Sheckler, but he was decent. Oliver didn't bother comparing himself to any pros. He knew he was pretty good, but hated comparing himself to them. He always ended up belittling himself. He simply skated down the ramp, feeling the wind blow past him, and up the other ramp, getting some good air. He pulled a couple tricks, and landed back down. He felt more relaxed and definitely more awake. Airwalk, Manuals, Nosegrabs, Tailgrabs, etc. He just landed trick after trick, taking out his frustration on skateboarding. He heard obnoxious voices talking, and he rolled his eyes, turning around to see which poor girl was the victim. What he saw made his heart drop and his stomach clench.

Miley.

What was she doing here anyways? He saw that she had her own skateboard, and her helmet was in her hands. Maybe she actually really enjoyed skateboarding. He watched her facial reaction and she didn't look happy. Nick, Robert, and Josh started moving closer to her, still talking. She spoke back to them, and Oliver could make out the words, 'Get lost.' He skated over casually, but not directly up to them. Just close enough to hear what they were saying. He saw out of the corner of his eye, one of them reach out a hand. There was a sound of flesh hitting flesh, and then her voice.

"Don't touch me."

"Aw, baby, come on. We could have lots of fun, the four of us."

"I'm going to say this once more." She breathed in. "Get lost!" With that, she tried to skate away, but Josh grabbed her arm. Oliver stopped skating around and ran towards them, not liking this.

"You really don't want to hang?"

"No, I don't." Oliver could sense danger, and he had enough. What ticked him off was that Josh person actually pulled her right up to him. She squirmed uncomfortably. Oliver tapped Josh on the shoulder, and held his helmet tightly in his hand.

"What?" He turned around and barely had time to blink, when the helmet hit him right in the middle of the face. He stumbled, letting go of Miley, and fell down. Oliver didn't even look at him, and not caring about anything else, pulled Miley straight towards him and kissed her like he had done the first time. He pulled her closer, and he smiled slightly when he felt her wrap her arms around his neck again. He kissed her over and over again, living in that moment, his heart beating fast. He didn't care that quite a few people had stopped to watch. He moved the helmet off her head letting it clatter to the ground. He released her hair from it's ponytail, and let his hands glide over it, down her back. She shivered against him, and he wrapped his arms around her tighter. Neither of them didn't seem to want to move, and they completely ignored the whistles and the cat calls coming from the people around them watching. He felt something wet and pulled back. He saw that she was crying. He wiped away her tears and kissed her nose. He hugged her tight against him, feeling her body shake as she cried. He rocked her back and forth, whispering soothing words into her ear. She didn't seem to stop crying. He was worried.

"Miley? Are you alright?" She sniffed and refused to let go of him.

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm just really happy," she spoke into his shirt. "Oliver?"

"Mhm?"

"I love you, and I don't care what anybody else says. I'm in love with you." He felt his own eyes well up, and he berated himself for being so wimpy.

"Oh my god, I love you too. Don't ever think that I don't, okay?" She nodded against him. "Wait, what will you dad say?"

"I said I don't care." He grinned and kissed the top of her head, which she rested on his shoulder, burying her nose in the crook of his neck. Oliver looked up to see a group of people staring, his brother included.

"Oliver, do that again!" Oliver laughed as his brother watched with wide eyes. Miley raised her head up, and smiled.

"Shall we?"

"Don't mind if we do." He turned to Aidan. "Go home, now." With that, he captured her lips once more, gliding his hands across her back while hers moved to his shoulders, then to the front of his shirt, gripping it tightly. There was clapping, and it could have been one of those cheesy moments straight out of a movie. Miley's hand moved to hold his arm. She moved his arm down, so she could hold his hand. She gripped it tightly, intwining her fingers with his as she had once done before. He gripped her hand back, both of them afraid that the other would disappear and vanish forever. At that moment, Lilly decided to make an appearance. By then, the group had dispersed, and she could clearly see what was going on. She thought that she should probably stop them before one died from lack of oxygen.

"Hey guys!" They broke apart, both of them with red faces and wide eyes. The stepped apart from each other, but were still holding hands. Lilly wanted to squeal. "So, so, are you together now?" They looked at each other, contemplating what to say. Miley squeezed Oliver's hand.

"Yes we are," she stated proudly. Lilly squealed loudly, and launched herself to hug Miley. Miley released Oliver's hand, and hugged her back. Oliver looked at his hand, feeling lost. Miley and Lilly released each other, both jumping up and down. The jumping and squealing ceased and Miley returned to Oliver's side who wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his chin on her shoulder. Lilly placed a hand over her heart dramatically.

"Aww, you're so cute together." Miley blushed and Oliver kissed her cheek, his arms still around her waist.

"Don't blush. You're adorable." She blushed even harder, and spun around to kiss him. Lilly pretended to gag.

"Guys, seriously no PDA." They ignored her. "Guys? Hello? Anybody home?" She smirked, glad that they were finally happy together, although she feared what Mr. Stewart would say. She hoped that Jackson was able to convince him.

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Oliver and Miley sat at Rico's sharing a smoothie. They weren't really drinking it, but blowing air bubbles to see who could blow the biggest one.

"Ha! Mine was bigger!" He peered into the cup.

"How could you tell? It popped before we could see it."

"Well, I saw it," she said smugly. She slurped up some of the smoothie, and popped his bubble.

"Hey!" She looked at him innocently.

"Don't look at me like that! You popped my bubble!"

"No I didn't. Is that what you think?" She used her puppy dog face, and he willed himself to be strong.

"Ha! It didn't work! I know what I saw, and that puppy dog face isn't going to deter me!" She continued looking at him like that as she moved closer towards him. He gulped. "You--, you popped my bubble." He couldn't really think anymore considering she had sat on his lap, with her arms wrapped around his neck. He moved his hands onto her waist to support her, as he pretended to not be affected by it. "I'm not falling for anything. You cheated. You popped my bubb--" His sentence was cut off by her lips on his. Yeah, he totally saw that coming. His lips moved against hers, loving the smoothness of them. He could taste the smoothie in her mouth, as he moved his tongue around, poking hers playfully. If all smoothies were like this, he'd be drinking them non-stop. An awkward cough broke them apart. They turned to see Rico staring at them. Rico glared at Oliver, but addressed Miley.

"What are you doing?"

"None of your business," she said shortly.

"I think it is, when you're frenching each other on my property."

"Technically it's your father's, and why do you care? Jealous?" Rico scoffed.

"Me? Jealous? I could kiss way better. I'll show you, Miley." Oliver raised his eyebrows. "Oh, wait," Rico laughed. "You already know." Oliver narrowed his eyes as they were all reminded of that time freshman year where Rico had planted one on her.

"Rico, you better beat it before I beat you."

"Why don't you leave? This is my shack anyways. Now leave!" Miley rolled her eyes. She slid off Oliver's lap, and grabbed his hand.

"Our pleasure." They walked down to the beach, it was still late afternoon. It was pretty crowded. Miley took off her shoes and placed them on the sand. She ran off and waded into the water. Oliver smiled as she started jumping around, trying to avoid the coldness. He took off his own shoes, and followed suit. He snuck up behind her and lifted her up. She screamed and then started squirming. "Oliver, please! Put me down! I'll do anything!" Oliver grinned.

"Put you down? Okay." He moved into slightly deeper water, where the water was just up to his knees, and he dropped her right in. He waited for her to surface, but she didn't. He panicked. "Miley? Miley!" He didn't realize that she had swum around him and was now surfacing. She moved slowly towards him, and then jumped on his back. She knocked him over, both of them falling in. He shot up, spluttering, just as Miley rose up. She spat out water, and then started laughing. He put on a mock hurt face. She stopped laughing, but she looked anything but sorry.

"Aw, I'm sorry, Ollie. Please forgive me." He shook his head and crossed his arms.

"No. You're mean," he said speaking like a child. He turned his back on her and started walking back to the beach. He heard her wade through the water, then felt her arms go around his middle. She kissed the back of his neck tenderly. She kissed him multiple times, moving her mouth over different places on his neck. They were on the beach now, and he had leaned his back against the changing rooms. He still had his arms crossed and vaguely wondered whether anybody was watching.

"Please?" He did everything in his self-control to not attack her right there and then.

"Welllll.." He pretended to contemplate it. He wasn't really thinking, not that he could anyways. His brain was pretty much useless right now. She had moved around so that she was facing him, but continued to kiss his neck. She moved her head up to nibble on the spot under his ear and he shivered, still trying not to move. Her whole body was pressed up against his, and he didn't really want to think about the fact that their clothes were really wet right then. Finally, he just couldn't take it anymore. He kissed her lips roughly, taking her by surprise and both of them stumbling back, then moved down to kiss her jawline. She whimpered, and he pushed her up against the wall pinning her down. Her breathing quickened considerably and her heart rate increased. He kissed his way up to her ear and moved his lips against it. "Payback." He kissed down the side of her head, and then started kissing the spot on her neck where he could feel her pulse. He sucked on that spot lightly, and he heard her moan softly, her neck moving lightly against his mouth. He kissed further down, just up to the spot where her neck met her shoulder, and then moved back up, capturing her lips once more. He attempted to move closer to her, but anymore closeness wasn't possible. He felt extremely heated up and his breathing accelerated. He felt her release her arms and gently push him away.

"I-- We--.. I think that we should take it slower." He nodded quickly in agreement.

"Yeah, slower is good." They walked hand in hand back to the more populated part of the beach, both deep shades of red, and both shivering. "I think we should get you home. Take a shower."

"Yeah, I'm really c-cold," she said, her teeth chattering. He wrapped an arm around her, trying to keep her warm. The walk was short and silence except for the sound of their teeth chattering. It was warm, but there was also a slight wind which didn't help. Miley unlocked the door to her house, not expecting to see her father there. "Daddy! Hi!"

"Miley! Why are you all wet? Why is he with you? Why is your neck red?" Miley turned even redder at the last question and averted her eyes.

"I can explain," she started.

"Well, start." Oliver sighed. Now would be a good time to tell him.

"Mr. Stewart, we're going out." There, he was digging his own grave again. Miley stared at him incredulously. She stared at him with admiration for being so brave.

"What?" Robbie Ray was surprised. This boy didn't give up did he? But, then, Robbie Ray thought about what Jackson had said. Maybe Jackson was right. He did have to learn to move on, and maybe his little girl really was in love.

"I said, that we're going out," Oliver repeated. Miley stepped in front of him, not wanting him to die so early in life.

"Daddy, I'm really sorry that you had to find out like this," His little girl sounded sad, but he could hear that she was happy; happy to be with him.

"You know what, darlin'? I give you my approval." Oliver jumped in, not hearing what he said.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry-- Wait, what?"

"You can date my daughter, Oken," Robbie Ray paused. "I mean, Oliver." Miley squealed and ran towards her father jumping right into his arms, hugging him, forgetting about the fact that she was dripping. She suddenly felt warm, and she had never been happier.

"Thank you, daddy, thank you," her voice was unnaturally high, because of the fact that she was very excited. Oliver was stunned. Robbie Ray gestured towards Oliver.

"Son, there's room for one more in this hug." Oliver grinned as he joined the father and daughter in their little family hug.

This was officially the best March Break ever. Yay!

Aw, okay almost done the story. Just 3 more chapters. I've decided to add one more, for their first day back at school. :)