A/N: Sorry I haven't updated for like, two months, but only one person read my story so I got discouraged.

Disclaimer: (I stole this from I have no idea who) If we were a movie, than I'd own Hannah Montana, And Miley and Oliver would be together, together, forever, but too bad, I'm so sad, just read my story!

Oliver's POV

I was awake.

Wide awake.

At- one sec.- 4 A.M.

And I was awake.

I stared at the Miley colored walls (Her eyes) and than out the window.

The sun was rising over the horizon, the sight intoxicating, yet nothing was more intoxicating than her beauty and the way she made me feel inside.

Like I was the luckiest man in the universe, No! No! Even in the world, just because she was by my side, gracing me with her presence.

I didn't dare blink, afraid that this wonderful feeling would desert me. This feeling that made me feel like I was jumping off a cliff, like the girl in Twilight (before she landed).

Ya, that's right, I read the Twilight saga, because SHE wouldn't stop talking about it. It was always "Edward this..." or "Edward that..." or "Edward, bite me!" or "Edward, let me be your lamb!".

He isn't that great anywho! HUMPH! HE SPARKLES! THAT IS SO GAY AND UN-MASCULINE! (A/N: Don't judge me, I'm just trying to be Oliver, and I love Edward Cullen :)

"No one can be like Edward Cullen!" I'll show her! I'll be better than Edward Spakly Pants!

I'm Smokin' Oken!

I leave the girls a-Chokin'

'Cause when they see this face,

Their hearts race,

And I'd be taken

Faster than you can say bacon.

FREAKY, FREAKY FRESH! WORD!

By now I was jumping around on my bed, dancing to my own beat.

I was gonna sweep Miley of her feat.

Show her that she need someone masculine and macho.

Not someone that glowed like a nacho.

"Oliver, I made your favorite, Bacon and eggs!" My mom hollered from downstairs.

"Did you put them so they look like a smiley face?" I asked like a little boy- I mean man!

"Of Course Honey!" She grumbled.

"Yay!" I squealed like a little girl, doing my happy dance.

First eat, then show Miley that I was more masculine and better than Edward Sparkly Pants Cullen.

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Well, that was good. I imagined that my eggs were Mrs. Sparkly Pants and ended up getting a "man-voice" shout from my mom, telling me not to scare my little siblings like that again. Who knew talking to yourself and laughing maniacally at the table while chopping your eggs' head off scared little kids and made them think their older brother was Cou-Koo. Well, I hope their eggs don't go up, 'cause that wouldn't be sunny! Isn't that funny? Eh? Eh? Wait! Who am I talking to? Maybe my siblings are right... maybe I am loosing it?

Nah.

I headed upstairs to change. I picked out a blue polo shirt and jeans. I took my shirt off and tossed it some place, humming Nobody's perfect, leaving me in my boxers.

So the cruel world decided to be nice to me for once and suddenly:

"Oliver!" Miley said while barging into my room, texting, probably Lilly.

"Um... Miley, uh, this isn't a good time." I squeaked, stuttering, hurriedly looking for my shirt.

"Why?" She said not looking up, her fingers tapping rapidly at the buttons on her cell.

"Well, how to phrase this? I'm kinda in my um... boxers."

She froze, not daring to look up, her eyes wide.

I blushed.

She looked up slowly, gawking.

I blushed.

She stared.

I blushed.

She stared.

I smirked. "You like what you see?"

Double U Tee S? What in the world is wrong with me! Stupid mouth is out of order! Does it want me to die?

To my surprise, she didn't come up and slap me. Instead, SHE blushed. What's up with her? Even though rosy cheeks made her look hot.

Then she laughed.

My eyebrows rose, and I stared at her disbelievingly. No, seriously, what was up with her? Even though laughing made her look hot.

"Miles?"

She kept laughing.

"Smiley?"

Kept Laughing

"MILEY!"

She stopped, still snickering a bit, and stared up at me with an innocent look on her face, her bluish-grayish (I could never find a color for them!) Eyes sparkling, making her look like an angel. And hot. They were also directed at my um... fish...

I almost fainted.

Well, actually, I did.

But just for a second. I luckily landed on my bed.

Her laughter ceased immediately. She ran over too me, her eyes clouded over with worry.

"Oliver!" She all but screamed worriedly, "Are you all right?" She said shaking me by the bare shoulders.

I was in heaven. The feeling I got when her bare hands grazed my skin was equivalent to the feeling of eating a thousand- No! A million hot dogs!

"I'm all right," I managed to call out to her, "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Ya, I just think those eggs were a little bit too sunny side up! Eh? Eh?"

She gave me a blank look. "Is that supposed to be a joke?" She inquired.

I nodded. "Are you sure?" She said again, staring at me doubtfully.

I nodded again.

"Well, in that case, lol."

Not kidding, she actually said L O L.

I stared at her weirdly, before a thought popped into my head.

"What were you laughing at back there?"

The smile returned to her face.

"Nice boxers." She smirked.

OH GOD! OH NO! OH PLEASE GOD NO!

PLEASE! PLEASE! Don't let them be THE boxers!

PLEASE!

I looked down and my suspicions were confirmed.

I was wearing my Barney boxers, the one Aunt Harriet brought me for Christmas. Curse you! Curse you cruel world!

How was I supposed to prove that I was better than Sparkly Pants if I was Barney Boxers?!

You know what else the cruel world had in store for me today?

My mom walked in.

And I was in my boxers. On my bed. With a girl standing over me.

Oh God! Here comes the man voice. I think I'm gonna faint again. I'm sorry you're gonna have to hear this Miley.

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Well, that went well.

I mean I'm still in one piece. That has to count for something, doesn't it?

Even though my pride went out the window and flew away like Mrs. Sparkly Pants.

As soon as my mom came in she blew a fuse. No, seriously, the fuse in my room?

Doesn't exist anymore.

I was sure she was going to eat me. So being the masculine man I am, I hid under the covers, shouting something about Barney boxers, sparkly pants, and beautiful eyes.

Miley stood over me, as if trying to protect me.

She quickly explained, in one breath, the whole story of how she got here and how I fainted. Must be the lungs of a singer.

To my surprise mom laughed, mumbling something like "Typical Oliver." or "I'm gonna go fall over."

I couldn't tell the difference.

"Oliver." Miley said softly.

"Ya?" I answered, peeping from the hole in the cover I made years ago so I could catch Santa in the act.

"You can stop trembling now."

Way to be masculine.

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I was done changing and walked out of my room to meet Miles. She grabbed my hand and dragged me outside the front door.

Sparks.

"You know those weren't um... my boxers, they were my brothers." I said scratching the back of my neck nervously.

"RIIIIIIIIIGHT, and I'm Hannah Montana." She said sarcastically.

I was confused. "Um... Aren't you?

"So not the point Oliver. Besides I like Barney on a man, makes him look hot." She looked back at me and winked.

Okay. Miley has officially lost it, or I hit my head too hard.

Either way, there is no way this is real, but I might as well play along.

"Well, I might just wear them more often." I said, smirking.

"Well, you might just get a great big hug and a kiss from me to you more often." She said, holding back laughter.

"That was so out of character." I blurted out.

"True." She said simply, as we reached the beach.

We reached Rico's and headed over to where we saw Lilly. Talking to Jackson. That was also out of character.

When we arrived we were greeted by a perky, hyper Lilly who was quick to shout "Hey guys." to the world.

We got weird stares from observers.

"Girl, you shout louder than uncle Earl when we force him to take his yearly bath." Miley and Jackson said together, in perfect sync.

Weird stares.

Lilly had already moved on and was staring at our still entwined hands with her eyebrows raised and a ghost of a smirk on her face.

"What?" Miley asked, irritated.

"Oh nothing," Lilly replied in a sing-song voice.

"God, I hate it when you guys go all smirky face on me, makes me feel like I'm missing out on something obvious, Oh, like, I don't know, that someone likes me, or you ate the last cookie, or that I'm completely clueless that I've fallen for somebody, or something like that."

"Well, it's true for both of you."

"Girl with the sugar high say WHAT?" Miley and I said in perfect sync.

Weird stares.

"Sorry, you kinda pick that up after a couple of years with Miley." I said, smiling sheepishly.

"Oh, I know!" Lilly replied, reminiscing some memories.

"HEY! Don't avoid the question! Say what." Miley ordered.

"Ya," I cried out remembering the horrible thing she did, "You ate the last cookie?!"

Weird stares.

"Ya Oliver, I ate the last cookie." Lilly replied sarcastically.

"Are you making fun of me?" I said indignantly.

Miley, already forgetting the subject, smirked. "Oh no, no one makes fun of my big fuzzy wuzzy purple Barney!" She said in a baby voice, releasing my hand to pinch my cheeks.

"Ya that's right! No one makes fun of-, WAIT! WHAT?" I cried confused.

A second later, I realized what she said. "MILEY!" I cried out in mock anger.

"You better run!" I cried out to her, chasing after her.

"They're so clueless." Jackson sighed.

"Tell me about it."

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I finally caught up to Miley and tackled her to the ground. Luckily it was a sandy ground.

I wore a triumphant grin on my face.

"Get off." She whined.

"No thanks, I'm comfortable." I smirked.

"Ollie PWEAZE!" She said.

OH NO! She was gonna use the Pouty Face!

I had to do something fast.

So I tickled her.

She laughed hysterically. "Ol-iv-..er N..O, P- Pl... ease... STOP!" She managed to shout out.

"Not until you say I'm the hottest Barney alive."

"NO" She cried out, in between giggles.

"Then I wont stop."

"Okay, fine, fine." She grumbled.

"Let me hear it."

She mumbled something incoherent.

"I can't hear you." I said in a sing-song voice.

"You're the hottest Barney alive" She said reluctantly.

"That's my girl."

She stared at me weirdly.

I realized what I said.

"NO! NO! I mean-"

I was cut off by her,

"Oliver stop sticking your foot in your mouth." She said good naturedly.

I complied.

Then she started to tickle me, and soon she was the one on top, and I was the one panting.

That sounded so wrong.

She stopped. Then we both got "Oh my God" looks on our faces.

She was on me, and our faces were inches apart and she was on me...

She must of noticed the same thing 'cause she quickly got off.

"What do you call the thing where you feel like you've seen this before?" I inquired.

"Déja-vu." She responded.

"No, no, not that! What do you call the thing where you know you've seen something before?"

"Déja-vu." She replied, albeit irritated.

"No, not that either! What do you call the thing where you know you've seen something before?"

"Déja-vu!" She responded irritated.

"No, no-"

"OLIVER!"

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(A/N: What do you call the feeling where you know you've seen something before?

'Cause I saw this (the whole Déja-vu thing) before but I just can't remember where!)