First Author's Note: Sorry--doing some editing!) I've come this far, I can't even believe it. Thank you all for your support in my first HM fanfic! Please remember to review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana or any characters/actors associated with said show. (But I'd sure love to have personal access to Mitchell Musso!) And I don't own the movie 'It' which is based off of Stephen King's novel. Scary movie, the end is hokey, but it's still kinda scary.

NOTE: Lilly's plan will included in the next chapter! Sorry if there was any confusion about that.

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WEDNESDAY:

Miley was anxiously waiting for Lilly and Oliver to arrive, she didn't know why, but she was extremely excited. In fact, if she remembered correctly, the only time she'd been this excited for a movie night was after she had told Oliver she was Hannah Montana. She was happy that both of her best friends knew her secret and everything—well almost everything—was out in the open. The 'almost' being the fact that she hadn't told either of them, Oliver especially, that she liked him.

If Lilly was to be believed, then Oliver had liked Miley then too. It was aggravating how much time they'd wasted. Even though Miley had gone out with many guys, it was always Oliver she was trying to leave behind because she thought that it was ludicrous that he would ever like her. If Miley was brutally honest with herself, she was excited because she wanted something to finally start between her and Oliver tonight. Even though it seemed too crazy to believe, Lilly was right, it did seem plausible that Oliver liked her.

A loud ringing ran through the house, which startled Miley. It took a moment for her to realize that it was the doorbell. Not wanting Lilly and Oliver to wait any longer, she ran to the door and opened it.

"Hey guys!" Miley chirped happily.

"Hi, Miley." Oliver smiled at her enthusiasm, it was very contagious.

"Hey, Miles. Guess what!" Lilly didn't give her friend any time to respond. "I brought lots of chips and soda and I brought a scary movie! Are you excited?"

Miley looked nervously at the bags in Lilly's hands. "Lil, you know I have a very low tolerance for scary movies."

"Yeah, I know, but this one was made in the 70's so it's more likely to be hokey than scary." Miley only looked partially relieved at her friend's statement.

"Well if you say so, Lilly. What's it called and what's it about?"

"The movie is called It, and it's a movie about evil clowns." Miley's eyes widened in horror.

"No Lilly! We are not watching that; you know I'm really afraid of clowns, so why on earth would you bring a clown movie?"

"To help you get over your fear, duh!" Lilly said this in an obvious manner and Miley looked even less convinced than she did when Lilly had said it was a 70's movie. "C'mon you guys, let's get food and start the movie, it's a really long movie so we should start it now." Miley raised her eyebrow at Oliver as if to say 'Why are we friends with her?' He chuckled quietly and shrugged in response.

"Wait two conditions," Miley began with a gleam in her eye, "I will only watch this movie if I get to sit in the middle of you two during the movie and if I get to sleep on the couch later tonight."

Lilly spluttered. "That's not fair! You got to sleep on the couch last time."

Miley smiled serenely. "I know." Lilly crossed her arms over her chest and exhaled loudly.

"You drive a hard bargain, Stewart, but I accept your terms." Miley smiled victoriously and started the movie, then proceeded to turn off the lights. She then settled in comfortably between Oliver and Lilly; just a bit closer to Oliver than she was to Lilly. Not even thirty minutes later, Miley was clutching the arms of both of her friends so tightly that both felt the loss of circulation.

"I'm not going to be able to take this for the rest of the three hour movie." Lilly declared suddenly.

Miley gulped. "Three hours? That's a long movie about clowns. And you said it would be hokey. This is scary! The clown ate the little kids. He tore off Georgie's arm! The clown grew fangs Lilly, fangs! That's not natural, that's just plain scary! Now—thanks to you—I'm even more terrified of clowns!"

Lilly simply went on as if her friend hadn't spoken, "You have got to stop squeezing the flow out of my hand, and Oliver's too for that matter. They are hands, not plush toys! Right, Oliver?" Oliver looked torn between Lilly's angry glare and Miley's sad eyes. He wanted the flow back, but Miley looked so...sad and he couldn't ignore that.

"It's fine Miley. Don't worry about me." Lilly harrumphed at Oliver's response while Miley smiled and held on to his arm. Three hours later when the credits rolled, not one member of the trio remained awake. Lilly was passed out on the floor, a bag of chips still clutched in her grip, Oliver was sitting up against the couch, but his head was leaning forward and he was snoring whereas Miley was lying on the couch, one of her arms hanging off the edge and dangling next to Oliver.

Lilly was in a sugar coma and completely zonked, so when in the middle of the night Miley screamed in fear, it was Oliver who heard her. He blearily got up from his spot on the floor and went to the side of the couch.

"Miles, are you ok?" She didn't seem to be awake; she was in the midst of a nightmare. He touched her arm gently. "Miley?" At Oliver's touch, Miley abruptly sat up and started to breathe heavily, her eyes wide open and scanning the room in fear.

"Is It here?" She asked him fearfully, while still looking around the room. Oliver, who had no earthly idea who or what Miley was referring to, spoke comfortingly.

"No, of course the clown is not here, it's gone." Miley sagged in relief, but then jolted up again.

"So he was here before then?"

Oliver mentally groaned and re-phrased his remark. "No Miley, he was never here, don't worry."

"Okay, that's good. I don't want to end up like Georgie. I don't want to float! That poor little boy did nothing to—" Miley's stomach growled loudly. "I'm hungry."

Oliver looked at his friend incredulously. "How on earth can you be hungry after all of that food you and Lilly practically inhaled?" Miley smiled.

"That was all Lilly. I actually didn't get any of that. And for the record, you're one to talk. You're always hungry!"

"Hey! I resent that. I'm a growing boy and I need my energy." Oliver tried to defend himself. Miley just laughed at him.

"That was believable the first three times you used it, now it's just getting old. C'mon, seriously though, let's get something to eat. There's some pizza that Lilly didn't devour because I hid it from her." At the word pizza, Oliver's eyes lit up.

"What are we waiting for then, let's go see!" He bounded to the kitchen and turned around when he realized that Miley wasn't right next to him. The sight that met his eyes almost made him laugh out loud, but he held it in. Miley would not have appreciated being laughed at. She was sitting up on the couch, the blanket pulled up to right below her eyes, and she had resumed scanning the dark corners in the room looking for a non-existent enemy.

"Miley, come on. You'll be fine, Pennywise is not here. He isn't real."

"I know that," she squeaked, "but something else could still be out there." Oliver rolled his eyes and walked back to Miley. He gently pulled the comforter down and grabbed her hand.

"Come with me. I'll keep you safe. That clown is going to have to go through me if it wants to get to you." Not entirely reassured, Miley allowed Oliver to pull her up and lead her to the kitchen. After they had had their fill of cold pizza and flat Pepsi, he led her back to the couch and talked to her until she was about to fall asleep. Oliver was about to leave when Miley grabbed hold of his arm.

"Please don't go." She whimpered, looking up at him pitifully. Oliver could not resist Miley, he would do anything for her but she just didn't know it. So he gave in and crawled onto the couch and under the blanket with her. He hesitantly wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she sighed in content and immediately fell asleep. But Oliver had a harder time with falling asleep. In the back of his mind, he felt very guilty for having completely inappropriate mental wanderings about being in bed with his best friend.

THURSDAY:

Lilly woke up promptly at 5:30 AM, which was amazing considering that she had gone to sleep around midnight and that no outside force had contributed to waking her up. Sitting up and yawning widely, she checked to see if she was the only one awake; a glance at the couch showed Miley and Oliver snuggled up together and looking very peaceful. They were facing each other, and they were inches apart from kissing; Miley's left leg was wrapped around Oliver's waist and her right one was in between Oliver's legs. Whoa—wait what?! Lilly looked back at the couch and almost screamed. What the heck happened after I fell asleep? A grin smeared across her face instantly, maybe they were finally together! Not wanting to wake up the pair, Lilly tiptoed quietly to Miley's bathroom. Hah! If she's asleep, I'm going to raid the Hannah closet for something to wear to school today.

Forty-five minutes later, Lilly was completely ready to go, dressed stylishly in a Hannah outfit with the cutest shoes Lilly had ever seen. She trekked back downstairs to check on the lovebirds and found that they were still asleep; it appeared that neither of them had moved too much: Oliver's arm was now resting on the small of Miley's back. Keeping an eye on the clock (which now read 6:15), Lilly took one picture...or two...or ten pictures on her phone before deciding to wake Miley up. She moved to the couch and bent down to gently shake her awake, but Lilly's hand hadn't even come within a foot of Miley's shoulder when she stretched her legs. Miley's right leg—which was still between Oliver's legs—moved not too much, but enough to cause Oliver's eyes to shoot open.

Miley's eyes slowly fluttered open and she was very shocked to find herself face to face with Oliver. Miley looked down at the rest of their position and yelped. She tumbled to the ground unintentionally pulling Oliver down with her. Right before his body would have come crashing down on hers; Oliver placed his hands on the ground on both sides of Miley's head and balanced his weight there. Both were breathing heavily, with flushed faces. Oliver smiled awkwardly down at his friend. "Good morning."

Miley squeaked and shot out from under Oliver like a rocket. She hightailed it to her room and the slam of her door reverberated throughout the house. Oliver looked incredibly confused, he looked to Lilly who was laughing so hard that she was making no noise and tears were streaming down her face.

"That was...priceless!" Lilly choked out between laughs.

"What just happened?"

Lilly snorted. "No, the million dollar question isn't that, it's what happened between you guys last night to get you in that position on the couch." Her expression turned grim as she waited expectantly for Oliver to explain.

"Huh? What position? I only know that her legs were next to mine."

"Next to yours...? Oliver, it was hard to tell where your body ended and Miley's started." Lilly said exaggerating just a little bit, but that went over Oliver's head.

"What do you mean?"

Lilly took her phone out and showed him the pictures she took. Oliver blushed.

"Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh' is right. So what happened between you two last night?" Oliver sighed and told about how Miley was scared and had a nightmare and how he comforted her. During his retelling, Lilly was nodding and smiling, but when Oliver finished she looked furious and shocked.

"That's it?" Oliver nodded. "You didn't tell her?" At this Oliver shook his head. Lilly's eye twitched and she had to restrain herself from attacking her donut of a friend. She took a deep breath and gained her composure.

"Oliver, will you please hand me that magazine on the table?" Lilly asked sweetly. He handed it to her, all the while looking confused as to why she wanted it. Lilly rolled it up into a tight tube and whacked him on the arm with it.

"OW! What was that for?!" Oliver yelled, clutching his arm where Lilly had struck.

"That was for being a donut!" She declared. "I told you on Tuesday to tell Miley but you didn't! I simply let it slide even though I gave you the PERFECT opportunity in Biology. Yesterday, I decided not to push it too much, but there were so many opportunities for you to tell her and yet you still didn't; and don't even get me started on last night! So that leaves me with something to wonder: what the hell is wrong with you? Are you really going to let her leave you behind because you were too cowardly to actually tell her that you are practically in love with her? Well if you are than you must not have liked her that much to begin with." Having finished her spiel, Lilly waited for Oliver to try and explain his idiotic reasoning for not telling Miley.

"Yes I do! I care about her so much."

"THEN. TELL. HER. YOU. DONUT." Lilly all but screamed, punctuating each word with a hit on the arm with the rolled up magazine. "Tell her you care about her. The only way she'll know is if you, or I, tell her."

"But she probably is so mad at me right now." Lilly hit him again.

"Ow!" he bleated.

"No she's not, she's just confused. And stop your whining I'm not even hitting you that hard."

"She yelled at me though; and yes you are!" Oliver scooted away before she could hit him again.

"You took her by surprise! I'm sure she wasn't expecting to wake up like that." Oliver looked sheepish after quickly realizing that Lilly was right.

"I guess you're right." he admitted to her and watching as she sprouted a wicked grin.

"Of course I am," Lilly said smugly. "So now you have until the end of tomorrow's concert to tell Miley or I will tell her for you."

"Okay, okay! Just please stop hitting me." He pulled up the right sleeve of his shirt to reveal the beginning of a very bruise. "Now look what you've done."

Lilly apologized without looking very sorry at all. "Well if you weren't such a donut, then maybe I wouldn't have had to hit you." Oliver griped silently at being called a donut again, but he didn't even try to deny it. If he did, he knew that Lilly would just aggravate his bruise more with her magazine.

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Second Author's Note: Ok so this is the penultimate (second-to-last) chapter. Please, PLEASE tell me what you thought. No flames, only uber-positive reviews and constructive (but nicely worded) criticism!!

NOTE: Lilly's plan (mentioned in chapter 3) will included in the next chapter! Sorry if there was any confusion about that.