OMG you guys i am so sorry i forgot i started this story. and then i lost the internet. so i had to upload it all weird like. sorry for the delay and the plotline is going downhill D: ah well. xoxo


The rain raged on, the onslaught of freezing water slashing against Miley and Oliver as they battled their way up the boardwalk to Miley's house. They huddled together, each telling themselves that it was just because it was so cold, but subconsciously revelling in the contact it brought. As they approached Miley's door, Oliver raked his fingers through his wet hair anxiously.

Say it. Say it now, you idiot. Just tell her. What's holding you back? She's gonna go into that house, and tomorrow morning she's gonna wake up and smell the coffee percolating. I mean,I'm me. And she's Miley. Woah, way to go Captain Declare-The-Obvious. This is a huge step. Okay, Oliver. Deep Breath. And exhale. Inhale again, dammit! When did this become so difficult? Wait, I know the answer to that question. It became so difficult when I kissed my girlfriend's best friend in a closet. Duh.

Oliver turned to Miley as they reached the sheltered area outside the door to her house. "Miley, tonight was-" "- a huge mistake?" She cut in over him, her eyebrows furrowing under her fringe. "No. It was… it was the best night of my life, I guess." The words spilled out of Oliver's lips and he wanted to grab them back as they lingered in the air for a solid minute. Miley's eyes widened, and her insides uncoiled like a spring, as she threw her arms around Oliver and their lips collided violently once again, completely unaware of Lilly and Jackson slowly approaching the same door, the thunder drowning out their trudging steps up the driveway.

"Oh. Now I get it." Jackson blinked as he connected the two figures entwined in the porch to Lilly's hysterical tears, and put his arm around Lilly, intending to steer her away before she saw them through her waterlogged eyes. But inevitably, she looked up and walked determinedly towards the pair. "Uh oh…." Jackson muttered under his breath, and then coughed loudly. "Ahe-he-hum!" They jumped apart quickly and Lilly fixed them with a cold stare, opening her mouth in preperation to shout expletives, but Jackson grabbed her arm and yanked her into the house, grabbing a box of toffee-o cereal as he dragged Lilly up the stairs. "You can sleep in my room." He said decisively. Lilly shook her head. "Jackson, I'm not that upset anymore. Okay yes I am. That's a lie. Truth be told, your room is a hellhole!" Jackson opened the door to reveal a spotlessly clean room, smelling not of boy but of Febreze Fabric Softener and fresh flowers. "Aunt Dolly was here last week…" He said, gesturing at the empty floor – which was actually a pastel blue.

As I stood in Jackson's room, I forgot for a moment why I was here, and embraced him tightly. I felt his arms loiter in midair before he placed them around me and squeezed. I yawned involuntarily – it had been a long day. Before I could gather my thoughts and thank Jackson, he had lifted me up and helped me tumble into his soft bed. As he attempted to disentangle his arms from around me, I caught his wrist. "Stay with me…" I murmered. He blinked, but climbed into the bed next to me and wrapped his warm arms around me as I dozed off into a dreamless sleep.

Miley and Oliver sat on opposite ends of the Stewart's lounger in glum silence. After 10 minutes of staring at the concrete, Miley jumped to her feet. "Oliver. Wanna get out of here?" She pulled him to his feet and clasped his hand tightly. "And go where…? To the beach?" Oliver's fingers closed around Miley's firmly, as he ran his thumb over hers. "I was thinking more like, to London. Spain. Italy. Uruguay, for crying out loud!" Miley pulled out her phone. "Hello, is this Joseph Airlines? Hi, It's Hannah. Yes way. I'll be needing my private jet asap, and no flying me to Tennessee this time." She dropped Oliver's hand and walked into the house, talking a mile a minute to her Sidekick. Oliver shook his wet hair like a dog after a bath. "…What just happened?" He asked himself, stepping into the Stewart's living room warily.

"What do you mean I need parental consent? Daddy'll never let me go!" Miley used her best spoilt-superstar voice as she paced the room. "Fine! You'll never work in this town again, fool! Oh… oh… yeah. Sure." She closed her phone angrily. "Guess we'll be driving off into the sunset then." She shrugged. "Let's go right now!" Oliver caught her as she attempted to barrel out the door. "Miles, we can't just up and leave. I mean, what about-" "-School? We just broke up for the summer. We're practically adults. Please, Oliver?" She looked deeply into his eyes. "Okay. Let's do this!" They mutually smirked at the Hannah Montana reference as they stumbled into Miley's car, turning the radio up loud and pulling out into the road.


A/N: I listened to Please Take Me Home by Blink-182 on repeat when I was writing this chapter, and may incorporate it into the plotline

Awesome song – gotta see Blink live if it's the last thing I do. Which it hopefully wont be. OH SNAP ;D. Reviews and shizz muchos appreciated. Sorry it's a bit shorter than the others...