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

A/N: Sorry about the length of this one. Meh, I'm working on chapter 9 right now. :) Keep tuned. Oh, and sorry about any grammatical errors.

Saturday
(Early Saturday - 3:16 AM)

Miley had invited Lilly and Oliver over for a sleepover yesterday. It was quite amusing, because when Oliver called his mother to ask, she had given him a lecture warning him on what not to do. Aidan must've blabbed about what happened at the skate park. In the end, Oliver's mom gave in. When Lilly got there, they ate food, watched movies. They attempted an all-nighter throwing pillows at each other in the living room. Well, Miley and Lilly were the ones throwing, Oliver refused to throw pillows at them, claiming that they wouldn't be able to take his hits. That only made them hit him harder. He rolled his eyes, being at a sleepover with two very hyper girls wasn't a good thing. When Lilly had gone to get more food, Miley was still giggling as she sat on Oliver's lap comfortably. He wrapped his arms around her waist, patting her stomach gently. She leaned back against his body, turning on the TV.

"What's there to watch?" He kissed her cheek, nuzzling his nose against her neck.

"I don't know. You know what else we could do?" She continued flipping channels, engrossed in the flashing lights. He groaned as she landed across America's Next Top Model. Ugh, even worse, reruns.

"Oooh, yay!"

"Miiiiley.. I don't want to watch. Can't we do," he said into her neck again. "Something else?" Finally, she turned around on his lap, crossing her legs.

"Well, what would you like to do?" She looked around. "Where's Lilly?" They looked to the kitchen, seeing Lilly passed out on the counter. Her mouth was open and she was drooling. Miley pulled a disgusted face and turned back to Oliver. She yawned and put her head on his shoulder. "I'm tired."

"I'm not."

"You didn't throw any pillows."

"Yeah, because I'm not crazy." She lifted her head up narrowing her eyes at him.

"Are you calling me crazy?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Maybe, but seriously though, Miles. You screamed when Lilly hit you with the tiny cushion thing."

"I was taken by surprise."

"Yeah, yeah." He groaned again. "Are you going to kiss me anytime soon?" She stuck her tongue out at him.

"I think we've done enough today. Oh, I mean yesterday." He pouted at her when she stretched out across her sleeping bag. He lay down next to her, moving an arm around her as she cuddled up to him.

"Fine," he muttered as he started to doze off. The sound of her breathing and Lilly's 'loud breathing' lulled him to a much needed sleep.

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Oliver woke up to the sound of people bustling around. He kept his eyes closed, not feeling like getting up. He heard Lilly's voice.

"Is Oliver still asleep?" There was a pause in which they probably looked over at him to check. Miley's voice cut through.

"I think so. Let me go wake him up." There was a shuffle as she made her way towards him. He remained still, feeling the sleeping bag shift as she kneeled down next to him. She poked his side. "Oliver?" She poked him again. "Are you awake?" He felt her move closer and lie down next to him. "Ollie? Want to wake up now?" He groaned and rolled over, turning away from her.

"5 more minutes.." She touched his back, tracing a finger down his spine. He coughed to cover up the shiver that coursed through his body.

"Aw, come on. You said you weren't tired yesterday."

"Mmph." She poked him once again, trying to get him up.

"We're going to the beach."

"Mmmmmph," he said, drawing out his groan. She leaned over him to kiss his face.

"Come on, Oliver," she said kissing his jaw. "Please?" He rolled back over, his eyes half-open.

"But, whyyyyy?"

"We're going to the beach!" He raised his eyebrows, and turned so that his head was facing the other way, and that he was lying on his stomach.

"That didn't really answer my question," he mumbled, closing his eyes again. Miley whacked his back lightly. He ignored her.

"Come on, my dad made food," she tried hopefully. He shifted slightly but still didn't budge, not wanting to give in. She sighed and he thought she gave up. The next thing he knew was that she was sitting on his back, folding her legs so that they nudged his sides. He swallowed as she rested her elbows on his shoulders.

"Miley, get off me."

"But, whyyyyy?" She imitated his whiny tone previously. She leaned down and blew air into his ear. He jumped, but jumped even more when he felt her lips sliding across his ear. He couldn't hide his shiver this time as she moved her lips slowly across his ear. "Aw, are you cold?" Her tone was soft and he felt even more awake than ever. She stood up, getting off him, believing that he wouldn't get up. Lilly had been watching all this time with an amused look on her face.

"So, how'd it go?"

"Ugh, horrible." She grabbed her bag, making sure to make a lot of noise. "Oh well, guess he'll never get to see that new two-piece I got," she said raising her voice slightly. Lilly held back a laugh, as she saw Oliver move. He was being tortured by his own girlfriend.

"Okay, so you want to go?"

"Yep, just let me get the sunscreen lotion. You'll help me get some on my back, won't you, Lilly?" Lilly snorted, but covered up with some sort of sneeze/cough.

"Uh, yeah, Miley. Sure." Miley ran upstairs to get the sunscreen and Oliver let out a loud groan. Lilly threw a placemat at him.

"Silly boy. She did ask you, but now, if you accept, it'll just make you look shallow." Oliver ignored her and buried his head under the pillow. Miley returned back downstairs with her sunglasses and sunscreen.

"Ready," she said chirpily. "Come on, Lilly, let's go." As they left, Oliver could've sworn he heard something about 'looking for hot guys'. He shot up, knocking the blanket off, having felt warm for a while. He ran to Jackson's room, knocking hurridly. Jackson answered, eating pudding. Oliver shuddered as he thought about the 'raisins' from last year.

"What?"

"Hey, do you have swimming trunks I could borrow?" Oliver chanced a look inside Jackson's room. "Possibly some clean ones," he added as an afterthought. Jackson sighed, shutting the door. Oliver wondered what on earth that meant. He was about to ask, but then the door opened, a pair of swim trunks hitting him. Jackson's voice called through the door.

"They're new. Don't bother returning them." Oliver grinned as he dashed to the bathroom to change. A few moments later, he was making his way down to the beach to meet Miley. Oh, and Lilly too. Oliver saw them sitting under some palm trees, facing the beach. He ran as fast as could towards them.

"Hey guys!" They turned towards him, both looking surprised.

"I thought you wanted to sleep in," Miley inquired, after he sat down next to her.

"Well, I did say 5 more minutes." She smiled at him, giving him a short kiss as she went back to applying the sun screen lotion on her legs. He had to clamp his mouth shut as his eyes traveled across her body. He was definitely enjoying the new swimsuit. She caught him staring and rolled her eyes. She handed him the lotion bottle. He stared at it dumbly wondering what to do.

"I need somebody to help me put it on my back, you donut." His mouth formed an 'o'. She sat in front of him, as he popped open the bottle cap. He paused.

"Wasn't Lilly going to do it?" She lifted her hair up and tied it into a messy bun as she shook her head.

"She's busy in case you haven't noticed." Oliver turned and saw that Lilly was busy eyeing guys past her sunglasses. Oliver shrugged, not caring. He squeezed out some lotion and spread it out slightly on his hands. He cautiously placed his hands on her back, feeling the warmth of her skin. He rubbed her back slowly, feeling her skin for the first time. He made sure he got every little spot, his hands shaking slightly as he touched her lower back. He felt how tense she was, and rubbed the back of her neck slowly. She bit back a moan, and what came out was tiny whimper. He bit his tongue as he let his hands glide over her back, touching her spine, making her shiver as she had done to him. He moved across her shoulders, then back to the middle of her back. He moved his hands downwards a little, gently gripping her waist. He leant in towards her ear, whispering.

"Done." He chanced a look at her face, seeing that her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip. He released her, starting to take off his shirt. Maybe they could go for a swim. She exhaled, still falling down from the high she was in. Miley breathed deeply, standing up. She turned around, just in time to see Oliver take off his shirt, leaving him in his swim trunks. She willed herself to be strong and spoke as steadily as she could, but to no avail, her voice wavering slightly.

"H-hey, want to go for a swim, guys?" Lilly waved her off, still focusing on her boy-watch. Oliver nodded, standing up and dusting himself off.

"Sure, that's why I come to beaches anyways." He looked at Miley carefully. He smirked knowing exactly what was wrong with her. He moved closer to her, placing a hand on her forehead. "Are you okay? You're really warm."

"Uh-- Uh, I'm f-fine." She attempted to compose herself. "Just excited to be here! Yay!" Her voice came out all high-pitched and squeaky. He nodded once more, and she saw him give her a knowing smirk. She rolled her eyes; guys were so full of themselves sometimes.

"Race ya." He scanned the water. "All the way to that buoy," he said pointing to a buoy further into the water, meaning that they would have to swim.

"You are so on."

"Last one there.." he contemplated what the bet should be. "..Has to do whatever the other one tells them to." She raised her eyebrows.

"Deal." She got ready as she counted them off. "3, 2, 1.. Go!" They dashed off, dodging people along the way. He ran easily, but she kept up with him, both of their legs moving fast. He had to give her props, she was pretty fast.

When they reached the water, it got harder and deeper. They dived down, starting to swim. He blinked open his eyes underwater, feeling the pain sear through him. He waited for it to subside and turned to look at where she was. She was still managing to keep up to him, and she too was looking at him. She gave him some sort of smirk, and sped up. Dang, he forgot that she was good at swimming. He let out one last burst of speed, not seeing where he was going, and crashed right into her. He felt something hit his head, and surfaced, shaking his hair out of his eyes. She surfaced right beside him, coughing. He hit her back gently, as she coughed, spluttering. He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Heh, sorry about that, Miles." She shrugged.

"It's not everyday that your boyfriend almost drowns you," she said jokingly. She looked at the buoy, which was floating just centimeters from them. She turned back to Oliver. "Want to call it a tie?"

"Then who gets to tell who what to do?" She raised her arms around his neck as she wrapped her legs around him. She moved her head closer whispering.

"I have a couple ideas." His mind immediately went into overdrive, feeling her skin touch his. Like a flame to a moth. He pressed his lips against hers, spreading his hands across her back. The kiss was slow, and full of.. everything. The feeling was heightened because of the fact that they were in water. She moved her hands over his shoulders, then across his chest, loving the feel of the skin beneath her fingers. They grazed across his stomach, and he shuddered, kissing her harder. She moved slightly against him, and he felt a squeak rise from his throat. She smiled slightly against his lips, her hands beginning to toy with his hair. Oliver groaned as Miley ran her fingers through his hair, over and over. He gave up being gentle and kissed her forcefully, his hands going lower down her back. She jumped slightly, making her move closer to him, their bodies moving against each others. The lack of fabric did not help either. He slid his lips off hers and moved to different areas on her face. He kissed the tip of her nose, before moving to the corner of her mouth, to tease her. She tried turn, but he moved away, down to her jaw, kissing up and down. "Oliverrr.." Her voice was shaking and came out very whiny. He ignored that, and kissed lower, to her neck. Her hands had stopped toying with his hair, and were holding on to his shoulders. He kissed one spot on her neck over and over, then started gently sucking on it. Miley gripped his shoulders tighter, biting her lip, and breathing heavily. This was like their kiss yesterday, only they had much less clothes on. She was snapped out of her thoughts by Oliver nibbling slightly on her neck. She whimpered softly, trying to get him back up so that she could kiss him. He kissed his way back up, to her ear, moving his mouth over it. It wasn't as fun as kissing her neck, he decided. He moved back down, this time going slightly lower, to her collarbone. She could've sworn she stopped breathing. Oliver opened his mouth slightly, kissing her collarbone, then he nibbled on it, teasing her with his tongue and teeth. She let out a moan, louder this time, and grabbed his head, moving it up, pressing her lips roughly against his. Her legs were no longer wrapped around him, as her lips moved over his. She moved her head down, kissing his neck, doing exactly what he did to her. She moved her body against his all while kissing him.

"M-Miley." He couldn't take it anymore. He knew he had to stop right then before he lost all control and did something that he would regret. She sensed the urgency in his voice and stopped. "Miley. We- T-This is just like yesterday. I think that we should stop." She looked down, hurt or ashamed, he wasn't sure, but he knew that he didn't want her to think less of herself. He placed two fingers under her chin and lifted her head up to look at him. "Miley, you didn't do anything wrong. If anything, it was all my fault. I just had to stop it, because I know," he said softly. "That it would have been me who would have lost self-control." She looked down again, and he hugged her close to him, swaying slightly in the water. "I love you. You know that, right Miles?" She nodded into his chest, moving her arms around him. Her response came muffled.

"I love you too." They had already told each other this yesterday, but today, it felt like it meant something more. They couldn't quite place their fingers on it, but it just felt like it did. Oliver knew that someday, when they were both older, hopefully they'd still be together, he knew that he would definitely want to get back to all this. For now, he just wanted to spend time with her, because, well, life's short. You never know when you're going to die, so live life to it's fullest. Well, that's what his mom said. That seemed like the perfect plan. He knew that most likely, Miley was thinking the same thing. He kissed the top of her head appreciatively and released her.

"I'll race you back?" She smiled brightly and nodded. She didn't bother counting down, but just swam off, leaving him in the dust.. Well, water. She called back to him.

"Eat my bubbles!" He laughed, and took off after, catching up. He grabbed her legs, pulling her back. She surfaced, splashing water at him. "Cheater!" He squinted his eyes, as he advanced on her. She continued splashing water at him, but to no avail, as he picked her up, moving back to the slightly deeper part. She whacked his back, her legs kicking near his face. He carried her bridal style, then dropped her right into the water. She screamed, arms flailing, as she splashed right in. She shot up immediately, attempting to push him in. He ran away from her, occasionally turning around to splash her.

"Can't catch me!" He turned around and started running backwards to see how far she was. They chased each other around, just enjoying each other's company. Lilly looked up, seeing them, and grinned, going back to her sandcastle. She scrawled something in the sand next to it, finishing her masterpiece.

Moliver. . .

Ha, again, sorry about the length. o.o I normally don't write this much. :) Oh well. Long live Moliver! Yay!