It was the perfect way to end the tour. As I walked around the Staples Center before the concert, I spoke to some of the crew. I would not work again with some of them, and I wanted to end it on a good note. There was going to be a little party in my hotel room after the show for everyone who had been a part of the tour. Dancers, musicians, light technicians, the guys that holds the cameras in front of the stage, and even my agent was going to be there. My move last night was enough to satisfy her need for my image to be perfect. She told me that we had done damage control fast enough that I was able to fix it.

I had gotten up at two because of someone pounding on the door. I would have been angry, but it was Patricia with breakfast and Starbucks. She had driven down from Malibu for the end of the tour. She was always there for the beginning and end shows. While I ate she prattled on about my 'stunt' and then how the way I fixed it, had made the tabloids happy.

A lot could happen in the tabloids in two days where a celebrity was concerned.

When there were about three hours until the show started, I decided to go to my dressing room. Karl was following behind me and I had one hand in my jeans pocket while I opened the door with the other. I stepped inside, ready to sit on the couch until my stylists found me, but my body tensed up at who I saw standing in the middle of the room.

"Miley," He navigated around the coffee table and came to stand in front of me. I could feel Karl's eyes on him and I watched his eyes move to where Karl stood behind me. I kicked the door shut with my foot, blocking Karl from the scene about to unfold.

Then his arms engulfed my whole body and I reveled in how tall he got. My body seemed to melt against his as my arms encased his torso in a death grip. My face was buried in his shoulder and he smelled like soap and deodorant and axe and it was so familiar and comfortable, that I wanted to cry.

"I'm sorry," He pulled away and I felt a loss of warmth. Then he began to pace in front of me while he began to speak. "I should not have left things how I did last night. I was just so surprised to see you and my band had a gig to finish and I was worried about fifty different things that don't even matter anymore. But I went to my hotel room and fell asleep and when I woke up this morning they showed you yesterday on a show saying that you wished you could have done things different and then last night before the party saying what you had really meant," He took a deep breath. "And then I thought of the way I treated you, just leaving and all and I knew I needed to speak to someone, so I called Lilly but Jake answered and so I asked him and he told me to go for it, so I took a shower and came here straight away."

That was a lot to take in a minute. So while my brain processed it, my mouth spoke for me. "That was the fastest I have ever heard anyone speak before."

He laughed and one part out of all that stood out above the rest. "Go for what?" He stopped looking angry at himself and the pacing stopped long enough for him to look at me. No wig. No make-up. Just Miley. Then he took a few steps to me and placed his hands on my waist, drawing my body to his as our lips brushed against each other.

My eyes flickered closed as my hands went to his cheeks, deepening the kiss. With a sigh, I parted my lips when his tongue trailed across my bottom lip. The hands on his jaw had moved to his hair which was still wet from the shower. A growing flame burned inside of me, wanting to feel more. Where his hands slid from my waist, to the small of my back, had left a burning trail of heat. I wanted him to be closer and as if he could read my mind, he tugged me even harder into him, using the door behind me for leverage.

A knock on the door flung us into reality and we jumped apart as it burst open, my stylists entering to prep me for the show. I was still breathing hard from the lack of oxygen and could tell that he was too. One looked at us and they backed out, not bothering to apologize.

"Uh," He reached back to scratch the back of his neck.

"Was it worth it?" I flopped onto the couch, patting the space next to me for him to sit down. I had never felt so… satisfied and comfortable with someone after kissing them.

"Was what worth it?" He sat where I indicated.

"Going for it?"

He grinned. "So it worked then?"

"Nope," His face dropped. "Just my teenage hormones. No wait," I paused and he smiled again, catching on. "I am in control of them now that I have passed that age. You, on the other hand," I glanced down at the receding bulge in his pants and he reached over to grab a pillow and cover himself up.

The silence felt deafening, at least to my ears. And if I couldn't get ready it would be strange performing in my current outfit. "Would you like to stay for the show?" His eyes lit up and met mine, a sign I took as yes.

I stood and opened the dressing room door, seeing my team propped on the opposite wall catching up on gossip; which would most likely be Oliver and I. After they entered I sat at the chair in front of the vanity and let them set to work. They were being much more quiet than usual aside from the 'hand me that brush' or 'I need another bobby pin'.

My eyes tried to stay on myself in the mirror, but kept drifting to Oliver, who was observing me from where he sat with his arms along the back of the couch. His muscles tight as he leaned his head onto them.

I needed to focus on something else so I thought about all the information he had given me earlier. "So, why was Jake answering Lilly's phone?" My voice sounded ten times louder in the quiet room. My eyes had met his when I spoke, and he was the only one who had not jumped.

"When is the last time you saw him?"

"Jake? Uhh… around the time I stopped seeing Lilly. Four years?"

"Didn't you hear about what he did?"

I shook my head, causing one of the girls to cry out in anguish. I mouthed my apology to her in the mirror and returned my focus onto the brunette. "No."

"He stopped his career to focus on school and was accepted into-"

"California State University," I finished, knowing that was where Lilly went.

"Exactly. It's," He hesitated. "It's also one of the other reasons we broke up. He was there, I was not. Anyway it turns out they had much more in common than her and I ever did. We've stayed in touch over the years," He gave me a pointed look and I tried not to shrink back under his gaze. "And remained friends."

They finished with my hair and make-up then, leaving me to the outfit I had watched being wheeled in by Karl earlier. I advanced on it and glared at Oliver, who was still staring at me. He put his hands to his eyes with his fingers splayed open. "Oliver…" He turned around on the couch, slamming his face into the pillow and bringing his butt into the air.

"Better?" Was muffled to a point where I could not even hear it. I dressed in the sequined red dress and gray leggings that went along with it. After slipping on my flats, I peered back over at Oliver, who was still in that position. I poked his butt and he jumped up, falling off the couch and almost sending me with him.

We played cards then. Go Fish he suffered through for me, and 21 I played for him in return. Though we both enjoyed slap jack. It was easy, speaking of Lilly and Jake and even Sarah, all of whom I had lost touch with. We spoke of his band, and how Cooper knew that I was Miley and Hannah. We talked about stupid things like movies and TV as well.

I had forgotten just how fast time could go by when there was someone else to spend it with. I grabbed Oliver's hand and led him to the curtain by the edge of the stage. The band before me had already left and they were already done preparing it for me. I leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips as the lights went down and a video began showing on the screen above the audience. That was me and my musician's cue. We walked on stage and took our spots.

As I waited for the little video we put together to end, I knew there would be another tour. Lyrics were already pouring through my head; Never thought I could feel so perfect/ makes me think our time apart was worth it/ everything you do makes me smile/ one that hasn't been shown for awhile as I stood on the stage; my element.

It had been such a wonderful way to end the 'For Now' world tour. We had gotten several encores that seemed to last forever. I had sung a few of my older songs from when I was a teenager such as 'True Friend' and 'Nobody's Perfect'. Sometime during the show Oliver had disappeared from the place where I could see him if we left the stage between encores.

After the last song was sung, I went to my dressing room to see him asleep on the couch. His cheek was resting against the pillow and made his face look much chubbier than it actually was. I grinned, kneeling down to kiss the top of his forehead, felling like the luckiest girl in the world. He did not even stir. I began taking the pins out of my hair when a small flash caught my eye.

I snatched my phone off the vanity and peered down at two new text messages from unknown numbers and a missed call from Jackson, who had left a voicemail asking to 'ring him back' and saying that he missed me.

Hey Miley, this is Lilly. I saw the interviews. Give me a call and we'll catch up. [:

Then the other.

Haven't seen you in awhile, girl. Ring me up and we can have some tea and crumpets. Oh, this is Jake. Jake Ryan.

Looking at my phone brought back to life, and the boy on my couch, I knew I would never be alone again.

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Authors note;

Annnnd... The End. ^^

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