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A/N: Okay, next chapter tomorrow, yeah that's the last one. :( No more after that. That wraps up my first serious multi-chapter fic. :)

Sunday

Miley had a Hannah thing in Los Angeles. She had a concert, but needed to go earlier to set up, and for the meet and greet. She invited Lilly and Oliver to go with her. Oliver wanted to go, but Lilly wasn't too keen.

"Come on, Lilly! You won't have to do anything. Besides," she continued. "Hannah needs her best friend Lola there with her."

"But, Miley.. I don't want to see you and 'Mike' over here, sharing seats or whatever."

"Fine, I promise you, we won't do anything around you."

"But, I still don't know..."

"I just got some new shoes," Miley said, raising her eyebrows. Lilly's eyes widened.

"Well..." Lilly bit her lip, thinking about what to say. Miley looked at her eagerly. "Fine!" She pointed at Miley. "Only for the shoes."

"Great! Come on, we have to get ready." She dragged Lilly up to her closet, Oliver just tagging along. By the time he reached upstairs, they had already started their raid on the closet.

"Hey, Miles, you have anything for Mike to wear?" A muffled response could be heard. He went closer. "What?"

"I said, I don't know. I do know that I have a couple of your hats, and your... beard thingy." She held out his posessions, holding out the 'beard' as if it were contaminated.

"Thanks." He selected a blue hat, stuffing it on his head, and arranged the beard on his chin. He called through the doors of the closet. "Hey, I'm going to get something from home. When do we need to leave?"

"At 1." He looked at his watch. It was 11:45. He knew that they would take forever in getting ready.

"I'll come back at 12:30." Miley stuck her head out.

"Are you sure? You could hang around here. Play Jackson's video games or something." He opened his mouth, but she cut across him. "Make yourself a sandwich."

"Oh.. Okay," he said giving in. "Just as long as I am not forced to watch you fret over what necklace to wear," he said quickly. He went home, threw together some outfit, composed of Mike's trademark baggy shorts, and a printed sweater. He added a couple rings, adjusting his hat once more. He looked at the clock. It was 12:10. Hm, 25 minutes? He normally didn't take that long. Oh well, this was probably way faster than the time it took the girls to change. By the time he reached Miley's house and had gone up to her room, they had only selected a shirt each, and a wig for Lola. Oliver sat down on a chair inside her closet, watching with amused eyes as they threw things in and out.

"No, no, no. This one doesn't go with that."

"Guys, seriously, just pick something. It's not that important." He regretted saying that when there was a yell of frustration, and both girls stepped towards him. They had hangers in their hands, and looked dangerous.

"Not that important? Not that important?"

"It's just clothes!" Lilly let out a scary sound, a cross between a boar and a tiger. Oliver cowered in his chair. Miley stood directly in front of him, poking him.

"Oliver, you know I love you, right?" He nodded, still scared. "But, seriously, if you ever attempt to rush us to choose clothes, I'm going to have to hit you," she said smiling sweetly at him. Oliver remained silent, too scared to move, so he simply watched them pick things out. Finally they had the tops and bottoms, and were now fussing over footwear. He decided to open his mouth again.

"Just pick a pair! They're just shoes! Nobody's going to see them!" Lilly flashed her eyes to Miley, who dropped what she was holding. Lilly covered her mouth, laughing.

"Oh, you just dug your own grave."

"I.. What?" He shook his head and stood up. He walked towards Miley. "Miles. Seriously, just pick a pair. It doesn't take a genius to do it. Come on. He looked at his watch. "It's 12:45, come on, pick a pair of shoes in 10 minutes or I'm not going to go." Miley raised her eyebrows at him. Lilly sat down, holding a pair of shoes, watching interestedly.

"Oliver, this is important! This is very important. No, wait, in fact this is extremely important! I can't --" She was cut off by Oliver placing his hands on her cheeks gently and kissing her. He released her, and she had a dreamy look on her face. "Okay, I'm going to pick a pair." Lilly looked amazed.

"How did you do that?" Oliver popped his collar, smirking.

"Unless you plan on being her boyfriend, it's never going to work for you." He ducked as Lilly threw a hanger at him, and they both watched Miley find a pair of shoes and slip them on quickly. She and Lilly put on their wigs, transforming them into Hannah Montana, and Lola Luftnagle. Oliver placed his arms around the two of them as he steered them out of the closet quickly before they saw something else. Lilly left Miley and Oliver standing just outside the closet, skipping off down the stairs. Miley turned to Oliver.

"Don't think that kissing thing is going to work every time."

"Oh, really?" He smirked as she wrapped her arms around him, leaning closer. She nodded, her breath tickling him.

"Yeah. Don't count on it." He leaned down, capturing her lips with his. She tilted her head, pressing her lips against his with more force, and he slid his hands over her waist. He dropped them to her hips, resting them there. They were enjoying each other's company when suddenly, Jackson appeared at Miley's bedroom door and was hit by the sight of his little sister and Oken kissing. He strode towards them briskly, placing a hand on their head, and snapping them apart.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Miley cocked an eyebrow.

"Well, Jackson, Oliver and I were just thinking about doing the nasty right here, in the house, where dad is. Same old, same old." Jackson's mouth opened and closed furiously and Oliver thought it was best to step in between the glaring brother and sister.

"She was just kidding, dude."

"You," Jackson snarled, raising a finger threateningly. Oliver cowered and ducked behind Miley. She crossed her arms.

"Jackson, since when did my personal life become any of your business?" Jackson sighed.

"Look, I was the one who managed to convince dad to let you date him," he said, the caring older brother shining through. "You were miserable, and I wanted you to be happy." Miley looked stunned. She couldn't believe that her brother would've done something so.. Nice.

"Jackson," her voice came out as a whisper. She threw herself at him, hugging him tightly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." He patted her back awkwardly, trying not to get into the feel-good family moment. He was the older brother, his job was to annoy her, not be nice to her. He pushed her away gently, holding her at arms length.

"I just don't want dad to change his mind, so could you two tone it down?" He eyed them warily. "I heard from a little birdie about what happened on the beach." Miley and Oliver glanced at each other, then looked away, blushing.

"We'll tone it down," Oliver said quickly. Sir," he added, moving an arm around Miley's waist. Jackson raised his eyebrows at him. Oliver quickly moved his arm to her shoulder, grinning nervously. Jackson flicked Oliver's hat.

"Good boy." He turned to Miley. "That means you too." She stuck her tongue out at him in response. From downstairs, they heard Robbie Ray calling for them to hurry.

"Coming daddy!" She smiled sincerely at Jackson. "Thank you." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"Whatever." He ushered them out of the room quickly, nearly pushing them down the stairs. "Here they are!" Robbie Ray ushered them into the limo quickly, muttering something about being late. The ride was nearly silent. Robbie Ray had placed Lilly in between Miley and Oliver, separating them. He watched them carefully, all while fiddling with his mustache occasionally. Lilly attempted some lame jokes, but didn't realize she was being ignored. Miley stared out one window, fiddling with a strand of her wig and Oliver stared out the other window, with his mouth slightly open. To anybody, it looked like he was staring at clouds. Truth was, he was thinking about things. Miley. Food. Sleep. Miley. Sandwich. Bed. Miley. Sleep. Woah. His eyes widened as he pictured Miley in his bed, and he blushed, feeling his ears grow warm. He pulled his hat lower down over his ears, and sunk down lower in his seat. He hit his head lightly. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts. He was not allowed to do that, considering they were both still 15. He looked up to see the girl in question, Lilly, and Robbie Ray looking at him strangely. He laughed nervously.

"Uh, just got a headache. Yeah. Ouch. Weird." Robbie Ray went back to reading the newspaper, and Miley went back to looking out the window. Lilly however smirked knowingly at him. She pulled out a piece of paper and pen, scrawling something down. She slipped it to him discreetly.

'Ha, saw you drooling. You were thinking about Miley again weren't you.' He blushed, shaking his head. She tilted her head and looked at him unconvinced. He continued to shake his head. Finally she jabbed him extra hard, and he let out one of his typical girlish screams. Miley and Robbie Ray looked at him again, both raising their eyebrows.

"Uh, just bit my tongue." He could tell that Miley was trying not to laugh as she turned back to her window. Robbie Ray looked at him suspiciously, and returned to his paper. Oliver glared at Lilly, who attempted her innocent face. He blew out some air and nodded slightly. She raised her eyebrows, scrawling something else down.

'It was dirty wasn't it?' He looked at her shocked. This time, she held her finger towards him pointedly. He leaned away and quickly nodded, not wanting another scene. Lilly smirked and turned to Miley slowly. Oliver's eyes widened. He tried his best to get her away without anybody noticing. He grabbed at her arm, but she kicked him. Hard. He clutched at his leg painfully. Ow. Ow. Ow. Oliver dragged his hat over his eyes, not wanting to see Miley's reaction. Lilly and her big mouth. As he stared into the interior of his hat, the limo came to a halt. An abrupt one too. He fell forward, his hands hitting the seats in front of him. He clawed at his hat, pulling it up. He was hit by sunlight as the door swung open. He jumped out, making sure to stare at his feet. Robbie Ray patted his back, as he got out, followed by Lilly who kicked him again.

"Oops, sorry." She didn't sound sorry at all. She was scary as Lilly, but as Lola, she was pure evil as Lola. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and felt himself blush harder. He tried to block out everything, but her voice cut through his wall.

"Hey you." He gulped.

"Did Lilly tell you?" He heard her laugh softly, and then move closer to him. He wanted to swallow his tongue and choke.

"Oh yeah. She did. Didn't know you thought about," she moved her lips to his ear. "That." He was about to turn around, but she patted his shoulder, and skipped off happily after Lola. He willed himself to not look down. Don't look down. Don't look do-- Too late. He shrugged, if he was already looking, why stop? He ran after her, not wanting to get left behind. Miley was now in full Hannah mode as she talked to people backstage. He and Lola ate the food. It all worked out. That's when he saw this .. guy.. flirting with Hannah. If you could call it flirting. He squared his shoulders, brushing off the crumbs from around his mouth. He could hear that she was uncomfortable. He wrapped his arms around her stomach, resting his head on her shoulder. The guy looked shocked, and ran off, mumbling something about the washroom. He called after him mockingly.

"Hey, we didn't get to talk!" Hannah turned around to smack him lightly on the chest. "What? He was hitting on you," he said as if that were the most disgusting thing in the world. She placed her hand on her heart, pouting slightly.

"Aww. You're sweet, but next time, not so forward, okay?" She whirled around, the ends of her wig, grazing his neck slightly. He put a hand on her arm.

"Don't I get a thank you?" She smirked.

"Thank you."

"Ha, funny. I meant the other 'thank you'." She sighed as if this were the most boring thing she had to go through. She kissed him lightly, then placed her hands on his chest. He was about to hold her waist, but she pushed him off, smirking.

"Maybe later."

"Hannahh." She ignored him, and started to get ready for the people who won the backstage contest. They were going to have one before the concert, and after. She sat down in the plastic chair, attempting to get comfortable. He strode up to her. "You know what would be more comfortable?"

"I don't know, but I guess you're going to tell me." He sat down in the seat next to her, and grinned, patting his lap. She rolled her eyes.

"Listen, Mikey, I don't want the little kids who are coming, be scarred for life." She looked around. "And besides, my dad's around. I think he's watching you." Oliver nodded, giving it a rest, but scooted his chair closer to hers. He watched her call for Lola, patting the seat on her left. "You guys can hang around. People usually ask for Lola's autograph too. Maybe they'll ask for yours," she said, addressing Oliver.

"It's all freaky-freaky fresh." Hannah glared at him. "What?" She continued glaring. She looked even more intimidating as a blonde. "Okay, fine. The raps go down to a minimum," he said slumping down in his seat. Somebody arrived, but it wasn't who they thought it was. Hannah dropped her sharpie, Lola choked on her water, and Mike fell backwards on his chair. All three of them spoke at once.

"Jake?!"

"Hey Hannah."

"What are you doing here?"

"I just dropped by." Miley paled. It wasn't sounding good.

"Heh, listen, could this wait? I'm kinda busy."

"I just need to ask you something."

"It really can't wait?"

"Want to get back together?" Mike spat out his water, all over Jake. He tried not to look proud, as Lola burst into a fit of giggles, and the corners of Hannah's mouth twitched. Jake spluttered, shaking his shirt. He made towards Mike.

"Augh!" Miley noted that he sounded like a girl. "What was that? Do you know who I am?" Jake made to grab the front of Mike's shirt and Miley as Hannah stood up.

"Do you know who he is?"

"No, but he can't be better than me." Ah, same old egotistical jerk. Nothing ever changed.

"He's my boyfriend," she said coldly. "Don't even think about touching him." Her eyes flashed and Jake backed off slightly. Oliver brushed off his shirt, but ruining the effect by sticking his tongue out at Jake. She pointed at the door. "Leave. Now." Jake opened his mouth, but Oliver interrupted.

"Miss Montana would like you to leave," he said in his smoothest voice. A look of recognition flashed across Jake's face, as he looked at Mike, well Oliver. Without another look back, Jake spun on his heel, leaving immediately. Miley sat down, huffing. Oliver sat down next to her.

"Jerk. Why'd he have to come back? Didn't have enough fun with the she-devil in Antarctica? I hate him! I ha--" Oliver wasn't sure what to do, so he kissed her. Gently. Slowly. He cupped her cheeks, as she placed her hands on his shoulders. He pushed his lips against hers, putting as much emotion, as much love as he could. He wanted her to feel better, and he hoped that it was working. There was multiple clicks, from one of those creepy paparazzi cameras, . Oliver didn't care, and it seemed that neither did Miley. He placed a hand on her thigh, rubbing it gently. His other hand removed one of her hands from his shoulder, and held it gently. She laced her fingers with his, squeezing his hand. Robbie Ray watched all this, surprisingly not stopping it. He smiled, albeit sadly. It was like he was watching an old home movie in his head, as memories flashed past, remembering when she was just learning how to walk. He saw them pull apart, as the boy hugged his little girl tightly. When he was her age, his parents had always told him that it wasn't possible to love at such a young age, but seeing this, he realized that they were wrong. It was possible, and it seemed even greater at this age, it seemed like something that even he couldn't comprehend. The stage manager pointed at the watch nervously, and Robbie Ray nodded. He stepped closer to the young couple, feeling like he was intruding on something private. He placed a hand on Miley's shoulder.

"Hannah? Darling? You need to get ready." Miley nodded, releasing Oliver's hand, and smiling at him. She kissed him once more, then dashed off, to get her make up retouched. Robbie Ray turned to Oliver.

"Mike?" Robbie Ray lowered his voice. "That's your name, right son?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, I've got to talk to you about something."

"I didn't do anything!"

".. I never said you did anything."

"Oh."

"I just wanted to thank you for making my Miley happy. She seems happier than she's ever been." Miley kept looking past the curtain, wondering what was going on. She feared her father would do something scary.

"I'd do anything for her," Robbie Ray heard the sincererity in his tone. He patted Oliver's shoulder.

"Good. Just remember," he said, now taking a stern tone. "Hands above the waist in public." Robbie Ray placed some extra weight on Oliver's shoulder. The boy nodded quickly.

"Above the waist. Got it." As they wrapped up the conversation, Hannah was just introducing the night, and naming the songs for tonight.

"Hey Los Angeles! How are ya doing?!" Loud cheers could be heard. Oliver walked to the side of the stage, where he could see her. "Awesome! I've got some special songs tonight! I know you've heard them before, but there's a reason behind each one! You ready?!" Louder cheers and screams were emitted. "Alright! I just want to say, that the first 2 songs I'm going to sing, they're for somebody.. Really special." Miley looked to the side, where Oliver gave her a thumbs up. "This song, One in a Million," she paused, as screams were heard again. "This song, is for my," she walked over to Oliver, and pulled him out. "My boyfriend! Mike Standley.. the Third!" Cheers were heard, as Oliver.. Mike, took a little bow, then kissed Hannah lightly, to more applause and screams. He smiled at her, then ran backstage again. "Okay! Are you ready?!"

Hannah sang 'One in a Million', 'If We Were a Movie', 'Bigger than Us', 'You and Me Together', 'True Friend', Nobody's Perfect', and 'Rock Star,' just to make sure nobody fell asleep. She exited the stage to roaring applause and tumultunous cheers. She giggled as Mike hugged her tightly, lifting her feet up in the air. "So, did you like the songs?" He nodded, still keeping his arms around her.

"Although, I thought 'If We Were a Movie' was for Jake."

"Meh, I decided that it would fit you better." She smiled slightly. "I think I always had you in mind whenever I sang that song. Did you like any other songs?" He nodded, grinning.

"I did like Nobody's Perfect, but that might have something to do with the view I got from backstage." She hit him lightly.

"I thought you might've liked that." She smirked at him.

"You're so cute when you smirk."

"I'm always cute."

"No." When she opened her mouth at him, he continued. "You're beautiful." She blushed a deep red, which just made him love her even more. She composed herself.

"So, do you like Hannah, or Miley?"

"Well, Hannah's pretty, but Miley's gorgeous." As she blushed even more, he added more. "Although, I do enjoy Hannah's dancing."

"Ha, funny."

"I know I am." She hit him again.

"You're so full of yourself," she said, planting a short kiss on him.

"Yet, you love me."

"Yes, I do."

"Good, because I love you too," he said kissing her this time.

Meh, horrible ending. Sorry. Aw, school tomorrow. :( Oh well. 4 days back, then 4 days off. Go Easter!