"Oliver! Where are we going?" Miley had let Oliver drive, and was now beginning to regret it as he was being elusive. "Oliver? Please tell me, you know I hate suprises." Oliver chuckled. "You love suprises, Miles. And trust me, when we get there, you might not want to jet off to Paris." Miley was checking her phone again and again, looking for cheap flights. "Stop it." Oliver grabbed at her phone, watching her expression turn to joking annoyance from the corner of his eye. "Hey, drive, fool!" Oliver laughed. It was so easy being with Miley. "Okay, shut your eyes." Miley obliged.
"Can I open them yet?" Miley mumbled, her voice muffled by her still-damp sleeves. "No." Oliver pulled over and jumped out. He walked around to Miley's door, opened it and took her hand away from her face slowly. "Keep your eyes closed." He then guided her along the road and up the steps to his house. Miley felt the familiar ground under her feet but couldn't place it. Oliver hummed loudly to block out the turning of his house key in the door and led Miley up the stairs to his bedroom. "Okay, open." Miley pulled her remaining hand from her face. "Well, Oliver, I'm not that kind of girl!" She dropped the innuendo into the conversation and flopped onto Oliver's bed. It smelt of cleanliness and fabric softener.
Oliver dropped to his chest and began to root under his bed. Miley's eyelids were closed and they fluttered gently whenever Oliver made a noise. She could tell he was looking for something. "Aha!" Oliver announced. He pulled out a box, and laid it on the bed next to Miley. She sat up immediately and pulled the lid off the box, which was already pushed down hard due to the large amount of stuff. It immediately spilled out. "Oliver, what is all this?"
"The Hannah Montana stuff. Two years of excessive fandom doesn't just disappear over night." Miley began rooting through the box. "Woah! Ticket stubs, water bottles, is that my hair?" Oliver rubbed his neck anxiously. "I always wondered how it was such a dark brown." Miley grinned at him. "And now you know." She continued to look, a smile spreading across her face. "I can't believe you kept all this stuff!" She exclaimed, holding up a photo of Hannah Montana and Oliver at a meet-and-greet. "What did Lilly say about it?" Oliver began to fiddle with a book on his desk, and mumbled "She doesn't know. I never told her, and she never mentions when I wanted to become Mr. Montana."
Miley was almost at the bottom of the box now, and she found another crumpled photo, this one of her as Miley and Oliver on a ride at Disneyworld, hands clasped, faces alight with fun. "Wait… why is this in here?" She straightened it out and looked closely at it, trying to link it to Hannah Montana. "When you told me you were Hannah, I came home and lay on my bed for two hours staring at that photo, trying to sort out my thoughts. I don't think I ever have." He sat glumly on the bed.
Miley pushed the box to the floor and reached over to touch Oliver's cheek, and then leant across to kiss it gently. "What about Lilly?" Oliver cut in, turning his cheek away guiltily. Miley suddenly remembered that the story wasn't over. "Eh. I'll set her up with Robert Pattinson." Oliver laughed unwillingly, and Miley started laughing. Soon they were rolling around, tears streaming down their face uncontrollably from the hilarity of it all.
