Disclaimer I don't own Hannah Montana or anything to do with it.. except this story and chapter... And now, for the longest author's note I shall ever write...
A/N: Okay, first off, I wanna apologize... And I hope that it's not too late to apologize. Hehe, anyways, I just want to say sorry for the very lonnnnnng wait. I've been telling myself that I would do this, but then again, I'm like the greatest procrastinator. Another reasons is that I had quite a few things on my plate. Projects smacking me left, right, and center. Torture I tell you. Also, I actually finished this a while ago (don't kill me) ,but I hated it. Then again, I hate this chapter too, but I wrote quite a few different chapters, and then accidentally deleted most of them. This and a couple others were left. The other two weren't finished, but this was, so I just did my best to edit it, and well.. Ta-Da! -trumpet- Okay. I know that most of you will just pass by this, but I just want to apologize again. Thanks to anyone who nagged me to finish.. Ahem.. Some people especially. o.o --
Oh, and this is supposed to be on St. Patrick's day, which was... MARCH 17th-- Dang, I feel bad now.
If anything seems.. strange or weird, blame the new background I got on my cellphone. Well, that, and the tub of ice cream I ate. Heh
Monday - First Day Back
"Come on Miles! We're going to be late! What's tak--" Oliver's breath caught, as Miley descended the stairs. She wore a simple green top, but it hugged her in all the .. perfect places. Her hair flowed gracefully over her shoulders. Oliver dropped his bookbag. He placed his hands on her waist, as she slid hers around his neck. "You look amazing."
"I try." He bent his neck down, giving her a kiss, trying to make it last. "Mmph, Oliver not here. My dad's in the house." She looked at him. "Where's the green? I'm not seeing any green!" He shrugged, and lifted up the bottoms of his jeans.
"Green socks." She raised her eyebrows.
"Socks?" She shook her head, and picked up her bag. "Oh well. As long as they're green." She took his hand, and led him out the door. Lilly hadn't joined them today. They walked to school, enjoying each other's company, stealing glances from each other, and kisses too. After a .. particularly long one, Miley looked at the watch on Oliver's wrist. "We're going to be late!" She ran off, leaving Oliver still reeling. He shook himself, and dashed off after her. He managed to catch up with her, just outside the school, by the flag pole. He pulled at her hand. "Wh--." Her question was cut off, by Oliver pressing a kiss on her, making sure to make it last this time. He pushed her gently against the flagpole, running his hands down her side. She pulled him closer, grabbing him by the front of his shirt. There were whispers all around them, again, both of them not caring. The bell rang, startling them, and he started to pull away. He was pleasantly surprised when she pulled him down to her again, kissing him. He wasn't complaining. He started to deepen the kiss, when..
"STEWART! OKEN!" The loud barking yell snapped them apart, both of them jumping about a foot in the air. "What do you THINK you're doing?" What was Ms. Kunkle doing here anyways? Shouldn't she be torturing another class with her lectures? Oh wait, they had biology right then. Oliver felt a retort rise from his throat, and escape his mouth.
"I think we were kissing." Miley stomped on his foot. Painfully, might he add.
"School rules. No PDA on school property. That means outside the school building as well, Oken," Ms. Kunkle added, as Oliver opened his mouth. Miley attempted one feeble chance of getting them out.
"We won't do it again?" She tried to look as innocent as possible, and so did Oliver.
"..Fine. Since you two are relatively good students, I'll let it slide. Just.. None of.. That.." she said pointing to the two of them. Oliver looked surprised.
"My socks were lucky!" He received a painful hit with a backpack in response.
All throughout the day, there were stares, and pointed fingers. Whispering and muttering followed Oliver and Miley when they walked from class to class. Finally, people gave it a rest, getting tired of following the new couple. Oliver sighed in relief as they reached their locker at break.
"Finally. I thought they'd never leave." He laughed slightly. "Where's Lilly? Haven't seen her." Miley shrugged and began fiddling with the dial on her locker. It wasn't opening. Oliver watched her attempt for a while to open it, thinking how cute she looked when she was frustrated. He put his arms around her, reaching out to her locker. He tapped it a couple times, in different spots, then it opened. She turned around to thank him, but when she turned around, she saw how close they were, and grinned. Oliver still had her backed up against the locker, and she had no way of moving.
"I suppose," her voice soft as she traced an invisible line on his shoulder. ".. I do have to thank you." He nodded.
"That would be," his eyes strayed to her lips. "Very nice." She smiled wider, and he took that as allowance to kiss her. He glanced around quickly, then kissed her. His hands were still on the locker, effectively trapping her, not that she wanted to move anyways. He moved one hand to her waist, not realizing that he had moved her shirt up. He touched her skin, feeling a rush of .. something run through him. There was a gagging sound as they pulled apart and turned to see Lilly.
"Ugh, guys, no.. Locker kisses." She stuffed her head inside her own locker, muttering something about PDA and 'lovey-doveyness'. Oliver laughed and pulled away completely thinking that both should stop before they got into serious trouble. He planted a short kiss on Miley's cheek before turning back to his own locker, throwing some books in. There was a gagging sound again, but this time, double. All three of them turned to see Amber and Ashley standing before them.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. It's the dorks." They said the last part together and did the freakishly annoying finger thing. Oliver and Miley heard Lilly's pencil snap. Ashley sneered at them. "And look, Amber, they're in love!" Amber snorted.
"Anyways, we just want to tell you, we know what you two did this weekend." Oliver could sense that this wasn't going to go somewhere good.
"Uhh.. You do?" People had stopped to watch. Amber nodded, her mouth twitching.
"Oh boy, I want to hear this. Come on, Amber, Ashley, what did we do this weekend?" They glanced at each other, before laughing, and then answering at the same time.
"Each other!" Miley dropped her book, right on Oliver's foot, might he add, but he didn't feel anything. His jaw dropped open. There were gasps, and then whistling. Lilly turned to them.
"Is this-- True?"
"Oh my god! Of course not!"
"Lilly. Seriously. Please, you believe them?" Amber and Ashley chortled, then did the stupid finger thing. Again. Miley let out a scream of frustration.
"I REALLY hate that."
"Oh. Does it bother you? Too bad! Oooh, Tssss!"
"Argh!" Lilly decided to step in before Miley strangled them both at the same time.
"Oh, Amber, Ashley, you have a little green on your face."
"Eww! Where?" Lilly reached inside her locker, bring out a green can of paint and paintbrush, then splattered the paint brush all over them. They squealed, and screamed. They ran off, crying or squeaking.. They weren't sure. Miley looked surprised.
"Why.. Why do you have-- Why do you have green paint in-- In your locker?"
"It's Saint Pat's day!"
"So.. You carry paint around with you?"
"Just a small bottle. For good luck," she added as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Miley whirled around to see a bunch of little freshmen staring at them.
"What are you looking at?! Scatter!" They jumped, and ran off, Oliver chuckling to himself.
"You scare little kids, Mile."
"They're not that little and-- Hey! I don't scare little kids!"
"Uh, yeah you do."
"Nuh uh."
"Yes."
"No! Wait, fine, then, do I scare you?"
"Oh, touche, Mile, touche."
"OH MY GOD! Stop flirting already! You're already together, can't you tone it down?!" They ignored her, leaning in for kiss. Lilly stopped them. "Okay, that's it. Rumour patrol right now. People already think you two had" she glanced around conspicuously and lowered her voice. "The thing, so I'm going stand right here, and make sure nothing happens." She wedged herself in between the two of them, standing firmly.
"Lilly. First of all, we're in a school, and second.. Ew!" Oliver interuppted.
"Miley, I'm hurt that you think sleeping with me would be an ick factor." He put on a mock hurt face, teasing her. She shook her head quickly, trying to look over Lilly's head.
"Oh no! I would love to --" She stopped, blushing deeply. Lilly gagged.
"Disgusting." She turned to Oliver. "Stop looking happy!"
"What?"
"Oh boy."
"Lilly! You can't stand like this throughout the rest of the day. What about P.E.?"
"...Darn."
"Exactly. Darn."
"I'll think of something." The day passed by, and Lilly also insisted on sitting in between them too. "No touching," was her response to their incredulous glances. The day passed by, with Miley and Oliver only being able to look at each other.
"Yay. Gym."
"Aw, it's dodgeball."
"YAY!"
"Lilly, calm down." Oliver glanced at Miley as they were forced into their stretches. Hot girl in nice shorts? He wasn't complaining. She caught him staring, and winked at him. He thought he swallowed his tongue. He casually made his way over to Miley
"Okay, class, today we're playing Doctor Dodgeball. Everybody know how to play, right? Okay, good."
"Aw.. I hope it's not girls vs. boys."
"Ha, don't worry Mile, I'll go easy on you." She stuck her tongue out at him. Their teacher came and numbered them off. Miley and Oliver managed to get on the same team, but Lilly was separated from them. She gave them the 'I'm watching you' hand movement, threateningly.
"She doesn't give up, does she?"
"Nope." He glanced around, stealing a quick kiss from her. A ball bounced near them, and they sprung apart. "Ready?"
"Dodgeball's actually okay, I guess." Oliver gasped exaggeratedly.
"Miley Stewart likes a sport?! Breaking news!" She picked up a ball that was rolling past and shoved it into his chest. He coughed. "Ow."
"You're a donut, you know that?"
"I'm your donut."
"That's right."
"STEWART! If you're done flirting, please get your head back in the game!" They glared at Alex, who had deemed himself team captain, just because he was 'the best'. Oliver raised his eyebrows.
"Hey! Don't talk to her like that!"
"Excuse me?" Alex tucked the ball under his arm threateningly. Oliver walked towards him.
"Don't talk to Miley like that."
"Who's gonna stop me?" He poked a finger into Oliver's chest, hard.
"Ollie.." Miley stood between them, placing her hands on Oliver's chest. By then, everybody had given up on starting the game, and their teacher had just put her heads in her hands, muttering. "Come on, Oliver, he's not worth it." Oliver nodded, turning around, putting an arm around Miley.
"Freaking wimp." Alex threw the ball at the back of Oliver's head. Hard too. There were gasps, and Oliver froze. Miley tugged on his hand.
"Oliver--"
"What was that?!"
"Whatchu gonna do about it?"
"Oliver-- Don't--"
"Yeah, listen to her, Oken. I bet you did in bed. Or did you take control? Make her scream and cry." Everything froze. Just everything. Everybody held their breath, as Oliver's temper hit the roof. He threw the ball at Alex.
"F-- Freaking asshole." He drew back a fist, and slammed it into Alex's face. He stumbled, but didn't fall.
"Why you--"
Miley cried out, running in between them. "Guys! Stop!"
"Move-- MOVE!" Miley fell over, as she was shoved out of the way. Oliver thought he couldn't get angrier. He thought wrong.
"YOU ASS!"
"Wise words, Oken."
"Shut up, Morgan."
"Hey! Hey! Break it up!" Oh. So, now the teacher comes. Everybody parted, leaving the three teens in the middle, Miley on the ground, looking shocked, and Oliver and Alex looking angry and glaring daggers. "What happened?!" Everybody jumped in to answer.
"Alex started it!"
"It was Alex!"
"He pushed Miley!"
"He implied that they--"
"SILENCE!"
"But--"
"Okay. Look. What happened?"
"Well, he started it. He started bossing us around, then he threw the ball at me first."
"Right.. And?"
"He said.. He said that I slept with Miley."
"Is this true?" Everybody nodded quickly. Alex rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath.
"... Yes..."
"Well. Even though, Mr. Oken did hit you, Mr. Morgan, I can see why he did it. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"Sorry, Oken." Oliver raised his eyebrows. Alex rolled his eyes, and turned to Miley on the ground. "Sorry, Stewart."
"It's okay.."
"Whatever."
"Office. Now. Oh, and Mr. Oken? I know you care about Ms. Stewart, but please, just don't hit anybody else."
"Yes, ma'am." Oliver bent down to help Miley up. "Are you okay?"
"Mhmm. Just-- My arm hurts a little." He nodded, rubbing her arm gently. "I told you to stop."
"But, Mile-- He-- When he said that-- It was like he was implying that I would hurt you." Oliver sighed looking down. "I would never hurt you."
"I know that, and that's all that matters, right?" She placed a soft kiss on his lips, sliding hers across his. He moved his hands to her waist, pulling her closer.
"I love you."
"I love you too." Oliver grinned, remembering all the past week's events. How one whole week could change everything. You suddenly find yourself teaching your best friend how to skateboard and new feelings arise. How he loved skateboarding more now. And March Break, too. He was definitely looking forward to next year's March Break, for sure.
I had a movie marathon this weekend! Pirates of the Carribean 1&2, then Lord of the Rings 3, then Enchanted! :D
Okayyy.. Hope you liked that.. . -sigh- I have so many ideas swirling through my head. :P Heh.. Some.. Not that appropriate. :P