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Tadaaa! Here's a freakin' long chapter, just for you guys, so I expect some more reviews. Those who don't review and instead put the story on alert… I can see you… O.O… jkjk. Reviews are encouraged though. If you have any ideas, just post them in your review. I may or may not use them.

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Too Long

December 5, 2019

From the car ride home, to entering her apartment, everything had seemed like a dream. To him it did, especially because he was tipsy. The next thing he knew, he was out of the warmed leather seat of the BMW, and on her reclining love seat, have asleep. Determined not to doze off, he finally piped up.

"So, I've heard Hannah Montana's still a hit," he said, in a quiet voice. Silence was now his friend, especially due to the fact that he was drunk.

Miley smiled, and took a seat across from him.

"Not as big as she was eight years ago," she said, wringing her hands a little nervously.

"Well, that's a lie. She's still singing, and she's still acting, isn't she?" Oliver asked, sitting up, careful not to fall forward.

"I guess – well, that's why I'm here," she said.

"I see."

His eyes were glossy as she looked into them.

She stood to take a seat next to him. "You're drunk."

He smiled slightly, sitting back into the couch to look at her.

"I know."

A moment's silence took over, as her bright blue eyes searched his brown ones.

"So, I want to know why you fled to New York right after graduation," she said, leaning back to look at him fondly, as he was looking at her.

He sighed, and breathed in right after.

"Well, you know me. I wanted to find adventure," he said, motioning to the rather large window at the other end of her giant condo. It revealed the city lights and tall buildings, much better than his own condo did. "So I went to New York."

She took a moment to search his eyes.

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

A doctorate degree was not what he was looking for, but he found one anyways.

"No."

"So, what are you doing now?" she had to ask. She obviously thought he'd become a washed up drunk with a new haircut.

"Well, you know. I'm a doctor," he said, and Miley might've burst out into laughter had she not remained the polite young woman she'd always been.

"A doctor?" she smiled.

"Yeah! A doctor," he insisted, as he pulled his wallet out from his back pocket. He pulled out his hospital ID, and flashed it to his best friend.

"Oh my gosh, Oliver, that's great!" Miley said, as she looked down at the card.

"Yeah, I guess," he shrugged, as he watched the excitement on her face wash off.

"You're a doctor, Oliver. A doctor," she repeated, evidently surprised.

"I know. I had nothing to do, so, I used ma's and pa's money and studied. Driving around New York in circles was boring me."

"You're a doctor," she whispered again. She probably had to say it over and over to believe it. "So, what was Doctor Oken doing getting drunk?"

He blinked again, his eyelids heavying. He looked over at the cable box, seeing that it was already almost two in the morning.

"I don't know," he replied truthfully. He hadn't known what had let him over to drink… almost weekly too.

"Well, no more excessively drinking for you now that I'm here," she said, and he smiled.

"Okay, mom. No more drinking," he said, and she let out a soft giggle. "Well, I should get going, shouldn't I?" he said, trying to stand, only to find himself collapsing back into the couch.

Miley didn't say anything, as he tried standing again.

"Oliver… it's almost two in the morning," she said finally, standing with ease, as he watched her.

"I know. Gotta get going," he said, now standing. He looked down at her with a slight smile. "It's been great seeing you again, Miley."

"You too," she said, and he moved to walk around her when he tripped over himself, falling onto her. She caught him, and he smiled, embarrassed.

"Sorry…" he whispered, and her arms were still around his waist. She pulled him closer, and Oliver closed his eyes.

"You don't have to go," she said against his chest, and he felt his heart thump uncontrollably.

"It's late…"

"I know."

She pulled back slightly, her arms still around him, but she seemed to be emitting a completely different message. She wanted him to stay because, she didn't want him to get hurt, or in trouble. He was drunk, and careless right now, and it probably wouldn't be safe for him to be out at two in the morning in a city like New York. And he'd received a message much different than that, but got what she meant once she looked into his eyes.

He gulped, and suddenly felt stupid for possibly thinking that a person like Miley would want him to 'stay the night'.

Then again, he was feeling brave.

He was feeling impulsive.

And he was feeling drunk.

His hand first caressed her face, until a light blush appeared on her face.

"Uh… Oliver…" she whispered, almost pulling back completely.

Then he leant down, and he kissed her.

His lips touched hers softly at first, and her eyes remained opened, so surprised at the turn of events. Then, Oliver found himself pulling her close, his lips smothering hers, as she gripped onto the front of his shirt, making sure he didn't back away. They stumbled back on the couch, Miley straddling Oliver's lap. Minutes later, they finally pulled back for breath.

Her eyes were wide, filled with surprise and desire, and his were drowsy, yearning for more.

Still dazed, he tugged the front of her shirt to himself, and pulled her into another fiery kiss, pushing her down on the couch.

He was now on her, his fingers running through her hair, as his lips clumsily wandered her face. A moan came from the back of her throat, as his lips fell on hers again.

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The morning light blinded his eyes, as he blinked them open, taking in the scent of soft lavender.

It took him a while to wake up, and notice that his left arm was wrapped around Miley's waist, her back to him.

'Oh god…' he couldn't help but think. Everything from last night had been a blur. All he remembered was pinning Miley to the couch and making out with her. Everything after… he didn't remember.

Looking down, he noticed they both still fully clothed, making him relieved.

Feeling brave, he backed up against the back of the couch, so that he could see Miley's face.

He pushed back a strand of hair, and kissed her ear.

"Mmm…" Miley mumbled.

"Miley," he whispered softly, knowing that alone wouldn't wake her up. He kissed her cheek, forcing her to scratch at it.

She breathed steadily, and Oliver smirked, adolescent mischief seeping back into his system.

He held her nose closed, until her eyes fluttered open, as she gasped for breath.

He pulled his hand back and smiled and her.

"Morning Oliver," she said in a raspy voice, sleep in her eyes.

"Morning, Miley," he replied.

"Oliver, you finally got a haircut," she said, looking up at his messed up hair.

"Yeah," he laughed.

"What time is it? We're gonna be late for school," she said, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"Miley, we're not in school anymore," Oliver said, as his brows rose.

"What?"

"Yeah… I met you again last night when I was drunk and wandering the streets, and we went back to your place," he shortly recapped.

Her eyes widened, until she jumped in surprise, unceremoniously rolling off of the couch.

"Oh – uh – Oliver!" Miley said, brushing her hair back, as she was an adorable mess.

"Calm down," he said with a smile. He hadn't been this happy and entertained since the last time he dated.

"What happened?" she asked, blushing already, watching as he sat up with a satisfied smirk.

"I don't kiss and tell," he said suggestively.

She scratched her head, as she slowly remembered what had occurred the previous night.

"Oh," she said, replying her own thoughts.

His eyebrows rose, and she cleared her throat.

"You're probably hungry. I'll start breakfast," she said, nodding, turning, and briskly walking to the kitchen.

"I'll help," Oliver offered.

"No – no, it's fine," she said, as she trembled, pulling plates out of the cupboard.

"Miley," he whispered, touching her shoulder.

She spun around so fast he almost jumped.

"Look… after last night, I know things… are a little awkward," he said slowly. "And, I'm sorry for that. I just… got a little drunk, but, we only – it was just harmless kissing last night, so, don't worry," he said.

Miley nodded, letting out a slight laugh.

"Sorry, it's just… a little weird making out with your best friend – who you hadn't seen in eight years," she said, and he gave her a lopsided smile.

"I know," he said nodding.

They spent fifteen minutes whipping up some breakfast, and ended up reminiscing a little as they ate.

"So, tell me about your love life," Oliver said, not as subtle as he meant to be.

"My love life?" Miley's eyebrows rose, and he shrugged, bringing the cup of coffee to his lips.

"Yeah," he shrugged with a smile.

"You are… something else. Knocking into me in the at eleven at night -"

"We didn't get that far," he smirked, and she flushed harder.

"Oh my gosh, shut up!" Miley exclaimed with a blush, throwing a piece of bread at him.

"Alright, now seriously," he said, catching the bread as it slid off of his face.

"Well, not much has been going on lately. I've been on and off with Jake Ryan lately – I'm sure you remember him," she said.

"Yeah," he replied, trying not to sneer.

"And then there were a few weeks with Jesse McCartney, then another few with one of my back up dancers, and then there was the rumor about me and Daniel Radcliffe – which was not true, and then there was this little thing with Zac Efron… and that's pretty much it – as Hannah though. I don't have much time to be Miley anymore, but I did meet as much guys as myself," she shrugged.

"I see," he nodded feeling a little bad for her. He didn't know how it felt to keep a huge secret away from someone you cared about.

"And you?" she asked, drinking down some orange juice.

"Me? Oh, there were a few girls from med school… some from work too," he nodded, failing to mention the only truly steady relationship he'd been in for a while.

"You're hiding something," Miley said immediately.

"Me? No. I hide nothing, as you know," he said with a goofy smile, though what she'd said was true.

"Riiiight," she nodded.

"My co-workers would tell you. In fact – why don't you come with me to the hospital this afternoon? I've got no work – I could give you a short tour," he said.

"Really? So, I'd get to meet these… "girls from work" you speak of?"

He closed his eyes and smiled.

"Yes."

"Excellent. It is afternoon, so let's get moving," she said, standing.

"Great! One thing – you have to drop me off at my place. Need to shower, and change," he said, stuffing the last bite of toast into his mouth.

"Fine," she snorted, as she entered her room. "I'm taking a shower, so don't think about coming in!" she said from her room.

"What makes you think I would?" he asked back.

"Well, I'm just taking into consideration what you did last night!" she replied, as he heard the door close.

He rolled his eyes, though he was more tempted than ever.

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After Miley finished showering and changing, she drove Oliver over to his place to shower and change. They then took Oliver's car to the hospital – since he felt the need to show his ride off to Miley.

As they left the car, he put an arm around her, pulling her close.

"Uh, what are you doing?" she asked, looking up at him.

"I'm showing you off," he said, smiling widely.

"Right," she smiled, not sure about what else to say. They then entered the hospital, filled many people, and people in scrubs. Traveling up three floors, they finally reached Oliver's department. He pulled his arm off of her shoulders as they walked towards the reception desk, which Miley found some relief in.

Many nurses and doctors passed them as they walked, many of the male doctors surveying Miley with interested eyes.

Oliver grasped her hand and entwined their fingers – probably to make a point of some sort. She didn't seem to notice, or mind.

"Hey Dr. Oken," came from some pretty nurses in scrubs, and he ended up flashing smiles at them.

"All of them," Oliver whispered into Miley's ear as they came across a group of nurses, "wanted a piece of Smokin' Oken."

Miley's eyes widened, finding it hard to believe – until they began looking Oliver up and down suggestively, some staring at their linked hands, some looking at Miley with sneers.

A tall, slim, blonde woman in a lab coat passed them.

"Hey, Oakey," she winked at him.

"Yo," he replied with a nod.

"Who's that?" Miley asked, squeezing his hand.

"That's one of 'the girls'," he said, with risen eyebrows.

She frowned slightly at the massive amount of women she'd just discovered he dated.

"Are you jealous?" he asked with a smirk. "'Cause if you are, you're the only girl pretty enough for me to look at around here," he said, as he leant in to whisper into her ear, kissing her cheek fondly.

"Shut up," she said with an elbow at his ribs.

They hadn't even officially been going out, and they'd already been holding hands, showing affection in public, and having late-night make-out sessions.

"Oliver," a loud, but lumpy, cross-between-high-and-low voice called from behind the two as they finally reached the desk.

Oliver closed his eyes and breathed in slowly.

Miley had never seen the owner's voice, so she assumed that it would have belonged to a dorky woman, with large glasses, white-blonde hair, pasty skin, and a white lab coat who happened to be Oliver's co-worker.

But as they turned around, hands still linked, she was fully surprised.

Her eyes met a woman of about half an inch taller than her, with a tasteful, v-neck shirt, and white lab coat on. She wore no glasses, which revealed her confusing bright eyes, which were a cross between grey, green, and blue. She had a bright, white smile, her teeth completely straight and in place. Her hair was long, and a dark shade of brown (the same color as Miley's) her hair neatly parted to the side, with skin just as creamy as Miley's. She had a pointed nose, not longer than Miley's, just pointed, and slightly thinner, glossy, lips. They had the same chin, only hers seemed longer, since she had a longer face.

In other words, this girl that had called Oliver's name bore an uncanny resemblance to Miley.

"Yes, Dr. Williams?" Oliver asked, looking at the pretty woman.

"Hey, you're not on call or anything today," she said, taking a chance to look at Miley.

"Actually, I'm giving my friend-girl – ah – my, my girlfriend, a tour of the hospital," he said, stuttering stupidly, almost as he had years back when he'd been talking to Becca Weller. "Miley Stewart, this is Dr. Emily Williams. Emily, Miley."

'Not awkward at all…' he mentally muttered.

"Nice to meet you," Emily smiled, reaching out a hand to shake Miley's.

"Likewise," she said, mustering up the most genuine smile she could. She was too busy trying to absorb how Emily's voice could possibly match her body that she didn't notice that Oliver referred to her as his girlfriend.

"So, Emily, ah, I guess I'll be seeing you around – tomorrow. I've got work tomorrow," Oliver smiled, and by the look in her eyes, she got the message.

"Right. Tomorrow. Nice meeting you, Miley," Emily smiled politely, turning away with a nod at Oliver.

"Well, she was nice," Miley turned to Oliver, who looked slightly flustered.

"Yup, I know," he shrugged, as they walked over to the counter. "Let me show you my pals, slash co-workers,"

Miley's eyebrows rose at his rush to shy away from the subject of Emily Williams.

"That's Jane, and Mary," he said, whispering, as he jutted his chin towards a large African American woman, and a stick thin pasty white woman. "They look busy, and when I try to talk to them when they're busy, bad things happen. So, let's move on."

He led her away from the desk down a long hallway to where many men in scrubs were rushing back and forth.

"O-dog!" an attractive man with dirty blonde, short-cut hair, and a clean-cut beard said, as he gave Oliver's free hand a high five. "What's up, man? I didn't know you were back on with Williams."

Oliver gave him a deathly look, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Hey, Em… did you get shorter… and make your face smaller… and make your eye color change…?" he asked, crossing his arms as he looked Miley up and down.

Oliver looked down, and then shut his eyes.

"Oh… you're not… Emily," the man said.

"No, I'm not – I'm Miley, Miley Stewart," Miley said with a slight laugh, roughly squeezing Oliver's hand. He never pulled away.

"Yup, Miley this is James Wheeler," Oliver said, a death glare towards the man proceeded with.

He smiled, looking Miley up again. "Oh… sorry about that. It's – you guys just –"

"Don't you have someone to operate on, or something?" Oliver asked, his eyes narrowing.

"Yes – I'm gonna go do that now," he said, running away.

"Met him in med school, and he's supposed to be my best friend here," Oliver said, squeezing Miley's hand.

"He seemed…" Miley nodded, trying to find a word.

"You don't need to say anything," Oliver smiled. "Anyways, let's move on."

"Hey – since when was I your girlfriend?" she asked, loosening her grip on his hand.

"When I forgot we weren't dating," he said with a shrug, only now fully realizing that they'd been holding hands for more than he'd intended.

They finally pulled away, a little flushed.

"Oliver… I think its best that we… just stay friends – for now, okay? I mean… we just met up again, and I think it'd be the best thing to do," Miley said, having difficulty in getting out the words she'd played over in her head.

"Yeah – uh, yeah, okay. That's okay with me, that's fine," he said, looking everywhere but at her eyes. "Fine, that's okay. So, I guess we're pals, right? Just pals," he said, repeating over and over again until Miley looked at him sympathetically. He looked like a lost little boy, and she wanted nothing more than to hug him.

"Yes… like old times," she said, grabbing his hand, squeezing it reassuringly, with a smile.

Oliver felt slight relief when she said what she said, but he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"Okay. Great. That means we can get out of here, right?" he asked, holding an arm out for her.

She smiled, and hooked hers around his.

"Yeah, and we can do some Christmas shopping," Miley suggested, and Oliver groaned as he led her away.

"Psh, yeah. Exactly like old times," he muttered loud enough for her to hear as they reached the elevator, and she playfully nudged at his side, while a woman with bright grey eyes watched from the reception desk.

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