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"fifteen year-old, Oliver Oken, boyfriend of teen pop sensation, Hannah Montana, has been caught cheating on his young girlfriend on the beach. The hot make out session was with an unidentified brunette. He appeared to be in jogging clothes, and sweaty, whether it was from running or the brunette we don't know..." Daddy read from the pages of the magazine. My head was in my hand and I stared straight at the ground. This cannot be happening to me.

"... while some say they would be the first teen couple in pop culture history to be married, other state that they are a scandal waiting to happen..."

"Daddy stop!" I said loudly, finally reaching my boiling point.

"Miley, do you know how bad this is?" He said, angrily closing the magazine and waving the cover in my face.

"I know..." I said my red and puffy eyes avoiding my father's stare.

"You screwed up, big time, and whether you like it or no-" I cut him off. I had, had enough of this for one day.

"JUST STOP OKAY!" I yelled, rising from the couch I once sat on.

"Miley..." Daddy said sternly, but I was too upset to listen. I ran from him, to the front door, then outside. The cool beach breeze brushed my tanned skin, sending goose-bumps across my body. I shivered and wrapped the over sized UCLA sweatshirt tighter around my body.

I began walking down the sidewalk until I came to the boardwalk to the beach. I slowly walked over the small bridge, staring out at the dunes and the ocean.

God, why did I have to screw up this bad? I missed how my life used to be. I missed Lily and Oliver being my best friends. I missed the way people used to look at me. I missed my old daddy, the one who didn't yell at me for every single little mistake. I shook my head. Oliver, why did you have to do this to me? Why does love have to mess up all the good things in your life? One minute your happy, and then you blink, and the wrath of love has torn your soul in half.

As my bare feet finally hit the chilled sand I took a look around. There was a ground of young girls sitting at a picnic table drinking smoothies, all with blond hair up in buns. One of them whispered something and their eyes darted over to me. I gave them a weak and confused smile before they turned back around and started whispering louder then before, however I was still unable to hear there muffled words.

As I continued walking I stumbled across the place where Lily, Oliver and I used to meet. The place where you could get a perfect view of hot surfers, and be out of earshot of anyone who cared about what you were saying.

I slowly took a seat in the sand and allowing my body to fall backwards, so I was staring up at the orange and red, sunset sky. My fingers traced lines and shaped in the sand as I lay there.

Why does life have to suck this much? Why can't we all just be happy, like we used to be? I wanted things to go back to the way they were. I needed things to be normal again. But that can't just happen, especially after making out with your best friend-

"Oliver?!" I yelled as I pushed the front door open with my back, my hands full from the three bags of groceries I was carrying. I sighed as I set the bags on the island in the kitchen. I walked back over to the front door, closing it, and locking it.

"OLIVER?" I yelled again, tossing my keys onto the table by the door. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. He must have gone into work anyways. He was such a workaholic. Today he could hardly talk, and that cough of his was just getting worse and worse. But despite my stern commands for him to stay at home, he would go to work anyways. But today, I felt bad for him. So, after taking off work at lunch, I ran to the store to get some groceries, I figured it would be a nice little surprise, since he had been cooped up at home all day. But, I guess that won't be working out anyways.

I let out a long and loud sigh as grabbed a bag of chips from the grocery bag and placed them in the pantry. God, I am going to kill that- I cut off my thought when I began hearing a stifled giggle come from the bedroom. I rolled my eyes, stupid Oliver must have left the TV on again. I quickly began heading towards the bedroom. My brown pumps clicking against the wooden floors with ever step I took. When I reached the bedroom door I pushed the already open door. But it was not a TV that was making that noise. There was oliver and another girl, a blond one.

"MILES?" Oliver shouted. The blond turned, and quickly grabbed at the sheet, covering her bare body.

"WHA-" I stood there in shock. I could feel my eyes welling up. But then I caught a glimpse of the girl he was with. Her blond hair fell neatly across her shoulders, it was me? I stared at her again. Not me, me, but the Hannah Montana me. Oliver was cheating on me with, me?

"Miley!" Oliver screamed. But I just stood there.

"MILEY!" he said again louder-

My eyes shot open, to see Oliver standing over me, shaking me, and calling my name. I quickly shot up, nearly colliding heads with him on the way.

"Are you alright?" Oliver asked. I placed my hand to my forehead.

"Yea... fine," I said as calmly as I could under the circumstances. I glanced up at him, towering over me. His chocolate brown hair had fallen into his eyes, he flipped his head back, allowing the few strands of hair to swiftly glide across his pale skin. We stood there for what seemed like eternity staring at each other. Both of us feeling the same awkwardness and tension. Oliver finally broke the silence with a long sigh. At that point I half hoped he would just leave, but some part of me was praying to God he would sit down and hold me, kissing my lips and cheek, telling me he loved me. Oh God how I wanted him to do that. But I knew we couldn't.

"Miley..." he said finally taking a seat in the cool sand beside me. I looked over at him, but he averted his stare from mine. He was looking at his fingers trace shapes in the sand. He acted as if he was oblivious to the fact I was sitting beside him.

"This shouldn't be happening Oliver," I finally said, breaking the silence. He looked up at me, his fingers stopped moving and he just stared.

"I'm sorry," he said in a monotone. I let out a breath and shook my head, quietly chuckling to myself. He has no idea what this is about does he?

"Oliver, do you have any idea how you have screwed up my life?" I said, instantly regretting what I had just said. His big brown eyes looked at me, sadly.

"I'm sorry I-" I began, but was cut off.

"No, you're right," Oliver said, sighing.

"Oliver-" I said annoyed that he wasn't listening to me.

"No Miley, I shouldn't have kissed you. It was a mistake and I'm sorry," he said, his voice deeper than usual. With those words, I felt my heart break a little. Does that mean it didn't mean anything? God, there are a million freaking thoughts swarming through my head and... i just have no idea what to think.

"No..." I started, but my words were cut short when I began to feel the tears falling from my eyes. Oliver glanced at me, concern in his eyes. I looked back up at him, and no words had to be said. We both knew what the other was thinking. We knew how we felt. He gently pulled me in for a hug. Wrapping his arms around my body. I rested my head in his shoulder as his lips brushed the top of my head.

We knew how we felt now. We knew that it wasn't a mistake, and I knew that my feelings that I had been feeling for the past weeks, have been genuine.

A/N:

Well, I must say, I think this may be the last chapter of this story. I may write one more kind of an epilogue thing, but for the most part, this story is over.

But anyways; sorry for the horribly long time between updates. School has been insanely hectic and I've hardly had time to sleep in the past few weeks, let alone write. With Horseback riding, dancing and volleyball I doubt I will get the "afterwards" posted soon but I will try my hardest.

Thank you so much to all the loyal reader. You guys are amazing. Thank you SO much!

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