Sorry Jiley/ Jake lovers. I hate Jake. He deserves to be a psycho. Either that or cos im mean. : P

It was just after a week of Lilly and Jackson going out, that they heard some shocking news. Miley and Oliver were watching 'Just My Luck' at Olivers house. Miley was comfortably cuddled up under his arm when Olivers mom rushed into the room.

"Miley?" called Olivers mom, Susan.

"Yes Mrs Oken?" Miley frowned curiously.

"That boy, Jake called." she grimaced gravely. Olivers ears pricked up. "He wants to see you."

"Don't worry Mrs Oken. It's probably nothing. Oliver you wanna come with?" Miley asked, taking Olivers arm off her shoulder.

"Definitely." Oliver nodded.

Mrs Oken drove them to Jake's house, on the other side of town.

"Why is it so far?" Miley whined, a smile sliding onto her face. Oliver looked at her and smiled.

They got out at the gates. Olivers mom didn't want to drive into such a posh looking house in her rusty old car. They agreed they'd call when they wanted to be picked up. Oliver and Miley started hiking up the hill.

"Why did I wear heels?!" Miley asked herself. There was a silence for a while.

"So... why does Jake want to talk to you?" Oliver asked frowning in mock concern.

"I don't know." Miley snapped, she looked very irritable. "I just wanna get what ever he wants over with and go back to your house." Oliver looked very scared at that moment. Miley punched his arm and started laughing.

"Joking!" Miley smiled.

They finally arrived at the front door. Oliver knocked on the door. An ugly old man with a goatee answered.

"Yes?" he said in a English accent. Miley and Oliver tried to hide there laughs. This was obviously the butler.

"Um... yes.." Miley said concealing her giggles with an equally posh english accent. "We were invited by Jake."

"Ah.. yes." he nodded. "Millicent was it?"

"Um... no. Miley." Miley frowned akwardly. He put on a look of great displeasure at an... name with so little syllables.

"Miley?" he snorted. "And you are?" he pointed at Oliver.

"Oliver Oscar Owen. I'm... acompanying Miss Miley." Oliver stated with no expression.

The butler was a bit more happy with Olivers name. But ushered them both in.

"Master Jake is across the hall to the left." he sighed unhelpfully.

"Thank you." Miley said, curtseying. They both walked off laughing quietly.

They entered the large room. There were large velvet arm chairs, and retro black and white colour scheme on the rugs and wallpaper. Posters of Jake Ryan littered the floor, Miley was horrified, when she kicked a poster out the way and saw a picture of herself, that had been framed, then smashed.

The room was spacious, but scary and claustrophobic to be in. Miley was getting scared, where was Jake? She held Olivers hand, and he guided her over to an arm chair. She sat down and took a breath.

"Miley!" Oliver hissed, suddenly, beckoning her over. She got up and started tip toeing over to him. There was Jake, sitting there in another arm chair, that was facing the other way to the others.

"Hi Miley. Didn't realise you'd come in. Please, sit." he said plainly, motioning to a chair next to his. Miley was frightened. Had Jake gone mad? She didn't sit in the chair next to him, Oliver took an armchair from the fireplace, and Miley shared it with him. Jake sniffed in displeasure.

"What do you want Jake?" Miley snarled, half scared, half angry.

"Me? I want you back." Jake said simply.

"Your not getting her!" Oliver shouted, spitting in fury.

"Why not?" Jake asked.

"Because I love her. She's my girlfriend. I'd never let you take her away!" Miley was so touched at this. She would kiss him a lot when they got back to his house.

"But I want her." Jake said, sounding like an angry toddler.

"I told you. Your not getting her. Just get over it!"

"I want her. Now give her up."

"No. Let's go Miley." Oliver said, tugging her along out of the room. Jake starting following them, looking furious. Jake grabbed Miley's hand and pulled her the other way. Just as he did, a fist slammed, into Jake's face. It was Olivers. He collapsed onto the floor, blood running down his cheek. She turned round and started running, she was a bit slower so Oliver got annoyed and finally ended up giving her a piggy back. They sneaked out of the window with no-one noticing.

"Oliver. I love you." Miley smiled kissing him on the cheek over his shoulder.

"I know." he grinned, and they charged down the hill. Miley calling Olivers mom as they did.

After Olivers mom picked them up, Oliver and Miley went back to watching 'Just My Luck'. It was weird. The most exciting thing in their young lives had just happened, and after it they just sit down and watch TV. Miley suddenly burst into tears.

"What's wrong Miles?" Oliver asked rubbing her back comfortingly.

Miley whiped the tears from her eyes. "Oliver. Jake's a psycho! A psycho wants me! Oliver, what can I do?!"

"Miles. I'll look after you, for as long as I live. If you'll let me." Oliver smiled sympathetically.

Miley smiled. She felt loved for the first time in her life. Jake hadn't ever said anything like that. He was in it for the publicity, and because he wanted to make a girl jealous. Oliver wasn't just a spring fling. He was the real thing. She kissed him, for as long as she could, she wanted to thank him for everything. He had saved her from a psycho.

Oliver broke away. He gently eased Miley onto his shoulder, and carressed her cheeck lovingly. He had made a promise to himself, and Miley. He would protect her. She yawned softly, and closed her eyes. He did to, and rested his head on hers. While the TV blazed, and music thumped from next door, to teenagers fell asleep...

Love it? Hate it? More psycho Jake to come whatever you think! I just love writing mean things about Jake. If your a Jiley lover, im afraid this story will never please you, cos im never, ever gonna convert to jileyism.

I have tonselitis or something, so maybe it'll be updated tommorow? Trust me, you dont want tonselitis, its BAAAAAAAAAAAAAD. I can't swallow nuffin!

peace,

Hessie