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Disclaimer: There are times I own Hannah Montana, then I wake up and I discover that I don't own Hannah Montana.

No ones POV:

Oliver Oken trudged upstairs, heading to his room. He had spent most of the night with his best friend and the love of his life, sobbing uncontrollably, reliving memories, and feeling sorry for himself.

He was sad, afraid, desperate, unimaginably depressed, and worried.

The last thing he saw of Miley Stewart were her dull eyes.

They scared him more than a pull of a trigger.

He reached his room and looked around.

There were memories everywhere.

There was the spot Lily had fell and chipped her tooth.

There was the window they had looked through countless of times, spying on his neighbors and making fun of them behind their backs.

There was the bed they had fell on after tiring days.

There was the closet Miley and Lily had looked through millions of times searching for an outfit to make him "handsome'.

But he had no intention of driving down memory lane, it would give him too much pain.

He flopped down on his bed not even bothering to change and after an hour of rolling around in his bed he managed to fall into a deep slumber where he dreamed of Miley Stewart and her dull eyes.

He woke up panting and sweating. The nightmares had just begun.

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"And now on Radio 55 we have Ciley Myrus and her new hit single Rock it" Oliver's alarm clock screamed.

Oliver groaned and rolled over. He had definitely not had enough sleep.

Nightmares, nightmares, and nightmares.

Sometime in his sleep he had subconsciously decided that saying good bye to Miley and his best friend was out of the question

Miley Stewart and her dull eyes were too much for him to handle. His heart might break into a million pieces at the sight of her.

He sat up in his bed and reached over to turn off his alarm clock when he actually listened to the song:

Life is a mountain

And you're living the climb

So rock the dark

Rock the light

And never go down without a fight

Oliver groaned again, a fight was too hard for him, damn it!

"That was Ciley Myrus's new hit single and now with "Saying Good bye" by Fon-"

Oliver hurriedly crashed his hand on the snooze button and shrugging off the coincidences, headed to his bathroom.

He looked at himself in the mirror and grimaced. His hair was a mess, his clothes were wrinkled, his eyes were red and bloodshot, he wore an expression of pure nothingness and his eyes were dull.

It kind of reminded him of Miley's eyes.

He looked at his shirt and groaned. It said "I have the strength to say good bye."

Yeah right!

He quickly shed off his clothes and jumped into the shower. After a few minutes of relaxing under the warm water, he grabbed his shampoo bottle and squirted some on his head, scrubbing then rinsing.

He suddenly had the urge to look at the label of the shampoo bottle.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"What?!" screamed his mom as she burst into the bathroom, face half covered with a green substance, a piece of cucumber stuck on it, gun in hand, with a wild expression in her eyes, "What's wrong?!"

If she couldn't save her son mentally, she would save him physically.

"MOM!" Oliver shouted peeping through the curtain, "It's nothing! You didn't have to break the door down!"

"Oh," his mom said, disappointed "I'll just leave then..."

"Good idea..." Oliver murmured sarcastically.

When his mom left, Oliver double checked the shampoo bottle, checking if his eyes were deceiving him.

There was Miley as Hannah Montana on his shampoo bottle.

He dropped the bottle as if it was burning his hand and hurriedly finished his shower.

He wrapped a random towel around his waist and when he saw it was a Hannah Montana towel he sighed.

He grabbed a random shirt and jeans out of his closet.

When he got dressed and saw that his shirt had the words never give up on them he sighed again.

He headed down stairs and settled on the couch, turning the TV on, too depressed for breakfast. He started flipping through the channels.

"Hannah Montana's conce-"

"Announced by Hannah Mon-"

"The sale for Hannah Montan-"

"A teen idol, Hannah M-"

Oliver cried out in frustration, did the world revolve around Hannah Montana?!

He changed the channel for the last time and was pleased to see that it was NOT a Hannah Montana ad.

"Today we have Kyle Gotheneyan to talk about his new hit single, "The Strength to Say Good By-"

Oliver rushed to the remote and slammed his finger on the off button.

He ran to the door, trying to escape his cursed house.

In one hour his best friend and the object of his heart's desire would leave him behind.

He breathed in the fresh morning air and looked up at the sky.

Guess what he saw?

Hannah Frickin' Montana was in the frickin' sky.

Seriously, there was blooper carrying her picture around!

"MOM!" Oliver screamed out as he rushed into his house, "We're going to the airport!"

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"Hurry up!" Oliver cried out to his mom as she sped along the highway "Come on! My mom can drive faster than you!"

Oliver's mom gave him a look that instantly made him cower in his seat.

"You want fast?" Oliver's mom growled, "I'll give you fast!"

And with that the speedometer started spinning out of control.

"MOM!" Oliver cried out.

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Oliver hopped out of the car, shaking off the nauseous feeling he was getting.

He rushed through the airport doors and asked a random guy for directions.

After getting them, he jumped over obstacles and made his way to the love of his life.

"Boarding call for British Airways flight 565 heading to London."

His heart almost stopped beating, he had to make it.

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"Do you think he'll come, Miles?" Lily asked her best friend worriedly.

Miley could only shrug her shoulders and hope for a last glimpse of Oliver.

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"MILEY!" Oliver cried out, spotting her unmistakable brown locks, "MILEY!"

He was stopped by a security guard.

"MILES!" Oliver cried out again as the man pushed him away.

"OLIVER!" Miley screamed, spotting him and rushing over to him.

"Last call for British Airways flight 565 heading to London"

"I'm sorry madam, but there's no going back." said a security guard who had stopped her.

"Miles, come on..." Lily told her shaking her head, tears streaming down her face, sobbing silently.

"NO!" Miley cried out, sobbing uncontrollably as she was pushed back to board the plane, "Oli-v-er..." She managed to choke out.

And the last memory Oliver Oken got of Miley Stewart was of her turned back...

A/N: This chapter sucked :( It was too rushed...