A/N: Well, that was depressing :( No reviews. Gotta keep my hopes high. Music helps, right now I'm listening to the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. I just discovered them. THEY ROCK!

Disclaimer: Ya I own them, that's why I'm writing fanfiction hoping that Moliver would come true. Don't own a thing.

No one's point of view:

Miley stood outside Oliver's house. She felt like a huge burden was placed on her shoulders. She was going to leave him, to never see his brown messy mop again, to never see his goofy, lopsided smile, to never hear his comforting voice again, never hear it whisper her name, that sounded so native to his tongue. It was made for him to whisper it in her ear. Most importantly, she wouldn't be captivated and infatuated by his chocolate brown eyes again, those eyes that gave her hope and never failed to make her smile like a fool.

Life was going to be worthless without his eyes.

Lily stood beside her best friend, her heart breaking at the sight of her looking so lost and dazed. She was nothing without her doughnut. Her heart was also breaking because she would soon be leaving her best friend, from kindergarden till high school they were together and strong. Sure, she would often get the urge to punch him in the gut, but she still loved like a brother. What was life without her favorite brother?

Lily slowly raised her hand, preparing for the worst.

Miley took a breath, taking a step toward the door. She wished she could save him from what she was about to do. She wished that she could save him from herself. But there wasn't anything that she could do.

But then what she heard made her stop dead in her tracks.

Oliver was screaming. His voice sounded rough, full of hate, ready to... kill.

When she heard that voice, Miley was shocked. She never thought such a howl of rage could come from something so beautiful and lovable.

"GET OUT!" he screamed, his voice cold and hard, his face contorted with rage, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW, GO! NEVER COME BACK YOU BASTARD!" He pushed the man, ready to grab him and punch him till his face wouldn't be able to smile again. That cruel, heartless smile ready to betray whoever that smile was directed to. His mother and siblings looked shocked and frightened.

He almost broke down crying seeing that his own family was scared of him, like he was scared of the man standing right in front of him, looking innocent, like he didn't break every heart in this room. Like he didn't hold them and crush them. Like he didn't make promises he never bothered to keep.

Flashback

(December 25, 2000)

A seven year old Oliver walked to his father smiling an almost toothless grin, yet still as goofy and lopsided as ever.

"Daddy," he whispered to his dad, his eyes shining, "You'll come back, right? You'll come back as soon as you can from the trip?"

Owen Oken looked toward his son, smiling, his dimples clearly showing. He picked up his bag and looked at his son.

"Oliver, since when do I let you down? Of course I'm coming back as soon as I can. All I want for Christmas, son, is you."

Oliver looked up at his dad and wobbled over to him, hugging him tightly, whispering in his ear "I love you Pop."

"I love you too, son." He stood up, ruffled his son's hair, kissed his wife's cheek, and walked away for the last time.

The last memory little Oliver Oscar Oken got of his dad was him walking away from them.

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Oliver of the present day wasn't as naive as Oliver of the past. He knew what this man was capable of, what evil he could wreak. He wasn't going to let him break his mother's heart again.

He wasn't going to let him break his heart again. Not again.

He grabbed the man by his shoulders and pushed him towards the door. Everyone else was too shocked to say anything.

He continued pushing the man out of his house, he hands itching to sock 'em good.

He opened the door, ready to usher his "father" out of the house when he saw them.

Shocked looks were etched on their faces. Lily's hand was a few centimeters away from the door bell. Her eyes were wide and she looked at him, her eyes searching him for an answer. He averted his eyes from her gaze.

Wrong move.

His eyes met hers and at that moment his heart almost stopped. She looked at him her eyes wide with fear and concern. He felt as though she could look right through his tough man sherade and see the little lonely 7 year-old boy waiting for his father to come back.

He couldn't look away and he didn't.

"Leave Owen." He whispered to his "father" his voice cold and hard, still not averting his eyes form Miley's.

"No need for all this fuss, son-" Miley and Lily gasped. Her grayish orbs looked back at him, concerned.

"LEAVE!" He bellowed, sure that the whole neighborhood could hear his voice. He still had his eyes locked on Miley's. She looked back at him, also unable to tear her orbs away from his most entrancing physical feature.

His father left, but not before muttering an "I'll be back." Oliver didn't look back at him, afraid to see him walking away, because if he did, he was sure he would break down sobbing.

"Goodnight and Goodbye." he whispered.

The three best friends stood there staring at each other. Lilly looked at Oliver, who looked at Miley, who stared back at him.

Then under the strength of his intense gaze, Miley blurted out the worst thing to blurt out at that moment.

"We're leaving"

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"What?" He whispered, looking shocked.

Lily glared at Miley but understood her reason for breaking down like that. She slowly looked at Oliver. He looked hurt. More hurt than she's ever seen him before.

Lily knew about Oliver's father and she knew especially what Oliver had gone through. But Miley didn't.

She thought he was dead. Hence she was staring at Oliver shocked and Lily could sense that she was going to burst and lash out at him any second.

"Your dad?" She muttered "Your dad." She said a little more clearly and firmly. Any second now.

Oliver looked scared. He knew she was going to burst any second now. He kinda looked angry himself though.

And for a second time that evening a scream was heard throughout the neighborhood.

"YOUR DAD'S ALIVE!" She finally screamed out.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE LEAVING?" He asked his voice matching hers.

"OH NO BUDDY BOY! YOU'RE NOT GETTING OUT OF THIS ONE THAT EASY! YOUR DAD IS ALIVE?!" She screamed. Her face was turning red and you could practically see the veins popping out of her head.

"YES HE'S FREAKING ALIVE, BUT HE'S DEAD TO ME!" Oliver said, his state matching Miley's.

Her facial expression softened. So did his. They looked a little more normal.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She whispered. All this time their eyes never left each other's.

"I don't know," he whispered unsurely, "It was really hard for me to mention it and when you asked about him I just gave you the easiest answer possible."

She looked back at him and from the look in her eyes he could tell that she'd already forgiven him.

Just as Oliver was going to bring up the topic of them leaving again, his mom came in. Or out.

"Oliver-" she was about to give him a stern talk, but then she saw Lily and Miley. She recalled a call she got a few hours ago.

Her heart broke.

"Well maybe you should-" Oliver's mom started to say, "Come inside." Lily, Miley, and Oliver said together.

She smiled softly, they were truly best friends.

It was wrong to tear them apart.

They came inside and sat in the living room. Miley and Oliver in the love seat, all the time staring at each other, and Lily in the armchair looking at them, amused. For a second she forgot why they were there, but then she cleared her throat and looked purposefully at Miley.

Oliver's mom left muttering something about tucking someone in bed. They needed their privacy.

Miley looked up at her and sighed. She couldn't back out now, this moment was officially the first moment of the end of her life.

She absentmindedly held the tissue box to Oliver. A second later he sneezed and took the tissue. He always got this goofy look on his face when he was about to sneeze. It never failed to make her laugh.

Until now, knowing that she wouldn't be able to see that look for a long time. Lily snickered a little.

And yet they still stared at each other.

"So, where to start?" Lily said miserably.

Miley tried to talk but a few tears escaped her eyes. Oliver grabbed her face and wiped them away giving her a concerned look and giving her a reassuring smile. She smiled a little through her tears. He never failed to comfort her.

She continued gazing into his beautiful brown orbs. She wouldn't be able to see them for a long time.

That's all it took for her to burst into tears. Oliver looked shocked for a moment. Lily, who had a few tears rolling down her own eyes, looked at Miley ready to take over comforting her knowing that Oliver wasn't that great with crying girls.

To her surprise and amusement, Oliver brought Miley to his chest, hugging her tightly, whispering reassuring things into her ear.

They fit right into each other's arms.

"Miles, shhhhhh, Miles, Come on," He whispered, smiling his goofy smile, "Turn that frown upside down, Where's my Smiley?" He asked goofily.

"She's not here." mumbled Miley from his arms.

He rested his head on hers and whispered, "Anyone can have a day when their heart is on their sleeve"

She looked up at him smiling slightly and shocked at how sweet he could be, but she whispered back "No one wants to see it our way."

He smiled down at her "Can't agree or disagree."

She smiled back now fully showing her teeth and dimples, making him look like an angel to him, his Smiley Angel.

"You'd think it'd be easier but it feels like you just can't win..." she whispered softly.

"But somehow we'll make it work..." he whispered back.

"Cause we deserve it." Now she said it somewhat clearer.

"You know we're worth it" He said even louder.

"You can't give up on friends." She whispered.

He frowned for a second, a pained expression crossing his face.

Friends. All they'll ever be. All he'll ever be to her.

Suddenly he wanted to cry.

But, he continued anyway, friends was better than not seeing her face again. Even though his love towards her was unbreakable and untouchable. Not a force on Earth could drive him away from her. He just hoped she could realize that. He hoped. He yearned. He wished that her heart, the heart of an angel, would yearn for him to.

"'Cause it's you and me together." he whispered softly. He could say that again and again and it would never loose its touch. He would swear his heart to her again and again till there was nothing left to swear. Even if she crushed his fragile heart into a million little pieces, he would never bear to see her cry.

"And me?" Lily chirped in through her tears, interrupting the comfortable silence that had come to be in the room.

They looked at her, amused

"And you." They confirmed.

"Now, what's up?" he questioned, looking concerned, at his best friends and then at the love of his life.

"Oliver, What if today was our last day together?" Miley started out uncertainly.

Oliver stared at her incredulously, "What?" he asked shocked.

"What she's trying to say is," Lily started out, but her voice left her. She finally broke down, bursting into tears, falling to the ground, on her knees. She sobbed and clutched her stomach.

"We're going to boarding school." Miley finished.

She then joined Lily.

A crash was heard, then everything went black.

A/N: I'm so evil. I loved writing this Chapter :) Sorry it's short, though I just wanted to post it badly.

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