A/N: Here's the second and last part. Once again, it's pure fluff. Not my best writing, but I still liked the idea cuz I love this song. : )

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana and anything related to the Disney Channel Show. Also, Ohio is For Lovers is a sweet song by Hawthorne Heights.

--Malibu is For Lovers--

Part Two:

A Few Days Earlier

"Miley, don't you know what you do to me?" Oliver Oken asked sweetly as he held her chin in his hand. Miley's blue eyes seemed larger than usual, and he couldn't take his own eyes away from them. Her eyes were his biggest weakness. She slowly nodded a 'no'.

"Well, it's simple really. I really, really like you, Miley Stewart," he said. Miley was shocked. She knew it was coming, he was holding her chin and all, but it was still a surprise to actually see the words form on his lips, the same lips that she had longed to kiss for months.

"So, are you going to tell me how you feel about that?" he asked her when she didn't say anything in reply.

"About what?" she asked, somewhat stupidly. He was making her forget all sorts of things. Oliver laughed. When he did, she seemed to remember her answer. "Oh," she said. "Yeah."

"Well?" he waited.

"I…" she started, and adverted her eyes so that she was looking at his lips again. "I really, really like you too, I guess."

"You guess?"

"Nah," she giggled. "I'm pretty sure." They both laughed, and then Oliver pulled her chin closer to his face, and kissed her gently. It was beautiful and a perfect first kiss. Miley wished it would go on forever, but unfortunately her Hannah phone rang five seconds later. She decided that she was going to ignore it, but it kept ringing. He broke the kiss first and put his forehead on hers.

"You'd better get that so we can, uh, carry on," he said, and he had a happy smirk on his face. She smacked his arm lightly and then answered. It was that phone call that had changed her summer plans, and had eventually led up to the big argument between her and Oliver.

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Jackson was making himself a sandwich as usual. He had just gotten home for summer vacation after a year away at college and was excited about spending countless days doing nothing but lying around being lazy and eating sandwiches. He was just adding the mustard to his masterpiece when the doorbell rang.

"Aww, man. Just wait little guy, I'm comin' back, dontcha worry," he said to his overflowing-with-toppings sandwich. Then he went to door to find an ecstatic looking Oliver Oken.

"Hey Oken, what's up man?" Jackson asked and they high-fived.

"Not much, dude. Just here to see Miley. Is she home?"

"Nah, she's out with dad discussing plans for the tour." At the mention of the word 'tour' Oliver's ears perked up.

"Tour?" he asked, confused. "What tour?"

"Oh, just this summer tour thing that Hannah just signed up for. She's starting in New York, hitting all of New England and working her way down the East Coast before branching out into the more central states. I'm excited about when she gets to Tennessee cuz I'm gonna be headin' down when she's there."

"That's sounds like it's going to be a lot of traveling. And a lot of time."

"Heck yeah! She's gonna be gone all summer!" Jackson punched the air happily, and Oliver's face fell.

"Do you know what this means, Ollie?" he asked, smacking Oliver's back enthusiastically. "I get the house to myself! All to myself! Sure, daddy's gonna be here every once in a while, but mostly, he's gonna be on tour with Miley."

"Really." Oliver felt sick. She was leaving, and she hadn't even bothered to tell him.

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After hearing the news of Hannah Montana's summer tour, Oliver sulked home. It wasn't a pretty sight. He was a six-foot-one giant with long, shaggy brown hair, and he looked like he was going to cry. Of course he had to meet up with Lilly on the way to his house.

"Hey Oliver!" Lilly greeted with her usual optimistic tone. Oliver just gave her a chin-up. Lilly could tell from his facial expression, though, that he was distressed.

"What's wrong, dude?" she asked, in a sympathetically and grabbed his arm to keep him from walking away from her.

"Nothing. Just, well, you know how I finally told Miley that I like her, and then we had that unbelievable kiss?"

"Um, yes?" Lilly gave him an incredulous look. "That's all you and her have been able to talk to me about," she said. "In private, of course," she added with a small giggle.

"I find that hard to believe. Yeah, especially since Jackson just told me that Hannah's all signed up for a summer tour. Something that Miley conveniently forgot to mention to me." He sounded so bitter.

"Oliver, there's got to be some sort of explanation, you know."

"Yeah, probably, but I don't want to hear it at this point."

"Just give her a chance. It's worth it. It's worth it for the both of you."

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"Will you please hear me out?" Miley and Oliver were at the beach, and they were in the middle of a fight. The fight.

"Miley, I just don't get it."

"I didn't plan on it!"

"You didn't plan on, what? Kissing me? Letting me think that you actually cared for me as much as I care for you?"

"No, Oliver. You've got it all wrong. What I mean is that I didn't plan on the tour. I do care about you."

"Those are just words. Actions speak louder, and the fact that you were so quick to say 'yes' to a tour proves that you don't really want to be with me."

"Oliver, will you please stop being so childish?"

"What? Now I'm being childish?"

"Being Hannah Montana is my job. You of all people should know that!"

"Yeah. I get that."

"Do you really?" He ignored her question and just continued talking.

"I just want you to know that while you're gone, I'll wait for you, but I can't wait for you forever. Don't expect me to wait for you forever, Miley." And with that, he walked away. He left her standing alone at the beach. He left her with those horrible words, and all she wanted to do was cry.

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Present Time

When Miley got to Oliver's after talking to Lilly, she found it hard to walk up to the front door. It was like her legs couldn't carry her. She just stood in front of the house for five minutes before she finally got herself to ring the doorbell. As she waited for him to answer the door, she fought with herself internally. Her heart was telling her to stay and talk to him, but her body was begging her to get out of there. Her palms were sweating and her hands were shaking uncontrollably. When the door finally opened, her heart skipped a beat.

"Hey Oliver," she said softly, quietly. She put her hands in the back pockets of her jeans so he wouldn't see them shaking. Oliver looked really stunned to see her.

"Miley, hi. I wasn't expecting you." Miley was happy to notice that he didn't seem as hysterical as when they were fighting.

"Yeah. I just wanted to talk to you."

"More talking?" he asked. "I don't know. That doesn't seem like such a good idea. My throat still hurts from all the yelling we did yesterday," he said, but he was smiling. She couldn't believe that he was trying to make a joke.

"That's funny," she said, a bit sarcastically. "But really. It will only take a few minutes. Do you want to go for a walk?" He hesitated, but her eyes were so pretty and filled with hope, and she was staring straight at him; he knew he would give in and say yes to her.

"Yeah, sure." He closed the door, and together they walked down the steps and out onto the street. They didn't say anything for a while. Oliver didn't want to be the one to start the conversation. She was the one that came to him. If she had something more to say to him, he would wait for her to say it.

When they hit the beach, the most obvious place to walk to, she finally spoke up.

"Oliver, I know I'm leaving tomorrow, and I know you're really angry at me for going, and I know you said you wouldn't wait for me, but I just want you to know that while I'm gone, I'll always be thinking about you. I really, really do like you. I need you to know that." She realized that she was slinging her words together and speaking really fast and she was scared that he wouldn't understand, but he heard every word.

"Miley. I never said I wouldn't wait for you. I just said that I couldn't wait forever."

"It's basically the same, though, isn't it?" she asked him. He let out a light laugh.

"Not really." She started to smile, but then stopped. She needed to tell him exactly how she felt before she would allow herself to smile.

"Oliver. I also wanted to tell you that—" but he cut her off. He couldn't help himself. He knew that he said he wasn't going to interrupt her, but he just couldn't go on without saying it out loud any longer. He stopped her talking when he put his finger to her lips, and then grabbed her hands, turning her so that they were face-to-face.

"Miley, I'm in love with you," he said and he felt her squeeze his hands when he said it. He figured that was a good sign and continued. "I've loved you forever, and I can't believe you never noticed it. I always thought that I was so obvious. But you never once showed any similar interest until a couple days ago." He stopped talking, but he still had more to say. "Miley, you have to know that you kill me." Her eyes widened when he said this. "You kill me in a good way," he clarified. "In a good way and in a bad way. All these years, you've been making me suffer with my unreturned feelings, but it was always easy to deal with because at the end of the day, you'd smile at me, and that made everything okay." He kept his gaze on her eyes, watching her reactions, intently. Her eyes showed her apprehension, slight surprise, and then, they showed what he interpreted as her genuine happiness. She gulped before she tried to reply.

"Wow," was all she could get out.

"Yeah, I know," he said, and then paused. "I'm sorry we fought earlier."

"I am too."

"Do you have anything else you want to say?" She nodded, but didn't say anything. He still didn't take his eyes off of hers. His heart was on the line, and he needed to hear what she had to say. "What is it?"

"I…I want you to know that while I'm away," she paused for full effect, "my heart will be in Malibu." They stared at each other for a moment, and then, when he realized what she meant, his eyes widened and he pulled her closer to him. Their hands were still entwined together at their sides when their lips touched. It was like magic and it was even better than their first kiss. Much better.

Fin

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