Well most authors seem to do one of these top things, so I figured I would do one. This is an currently incomplete Moliver fanfic, I doubt its very good but writing a fanfiction was actually a very interesting thing. Even if this doesn't get many reviews, I'll probably continue writing this. I warn you already, it's a little cliched, but isn't all of Hannah Montana? Thanks for opening it anyway, and please review it if you want to. Plus I'm a rubbish proofreader.
It was an oddly cloudy night, the night of Joanie Polumbo's Sweet 16/End Of The School Year blowout party. Miley Stewart, and her two best friends Lilly Truscott and Oliver Oken(hand in hand), stood on Joanie's doorstep, ringing the doorbell, its monotonic buzz shrieking impatiently into the strangely damp air. After a short delay, a flushed looking Joanie opened the door, holding a plastic cup full of blue liquid and smiling good naturedly at Oliver and Lilly(Oliver was her ex-boyfriend, but now he was dating Lilly, she was over him) and acknowledging Miley – the two had never got along. She stepped aside to let them through, and a swell of music greeted their ears, too loud to identify. Diving into the throng of dancing teens, Lilly and Oliver quickly scanned the room for someone to set Miley up with. Spotting Gabe Lamotti alone by the punchbowl, emptying a clear substance from a flask into it, they turned to point Miley in his direction. Seeing Miley's dark brown hair and red dress disappearing up the stairs, Lilly raised her eyebrows. "Hey, Olliepop, you used to date P-Bo – what's up there?" Lilly turned to Oliver. Oliver scratched his chin and scrutinized the stairwell.
"Well, a bathroom, a bedroom, and a den. But the coolest place in this house is the basement, that's where its a-aa-aa! Lilly, let go of my arm!" Dragging a grumbling Oliver up the winding staircase, Lilly glanced around at the party. It was getting quite wild – she thought about her own Sweet 16 celebration…
I still remember how it felt when Hannah Montana showed up at my birthday party instead of plain old Miley – Miley had helped me plan this party, my special day. But the spotlight was swiped from me again… it was just like the Hannah Montana song Spotlight, actually. "Can I have your attention, look in my direction" I love Miley, but that was hard on our friendship. Jealousy burned subtly in the pit of my stomach at Hannah's perfect life, at Joanie's perfect party – then I looked into Oliver's eyes and realised that my relationship was perfect – what more did I need?
Miley pushed open the door of Joanie's den, where a group of people were playing 7 minutes in heaven. (A/N – I know. How unoriginal :P) Scanning the dimly lit room, she spotted Dex. She had a massive crush on him but after the disaster where she lost her voice and Lilly and Oliver stepped in, he had fallen off her radar. "Hey! Miley! Come join us!" A male voice called her. "Well.. okay!" Miley smirked as she realised there was space to sit next to Dex. He gave her an incomprehensible look and passed her a plastic cup full of the same blue liquid Joanie was consuming. Miley shrugged and tasted it. She swallowed it and then coughed, pulling a face. "That is NOT punch!" She cried at Dex. "Why? Can't you handle it, Miley?" Dex smiled, a little smarmily. Miley's face fell – why was seemingly sweet, cute Dex acting like a jerk? Miley then spotted Lilly and Oliver entering the room, arms linked. "We'll play!" Oliver said. Lilly squeezed his arm a little tighter. "Don't worry Lillypop – I'll get us in that closet – I'm a master at spinning the bottle, okay?"
Exactly 21 minutes later the bottle landed on Oliver. He reached out and spun the bottle, just as someone slammed the door to the den, distracting him as a snatch of Burnin' Up by the Jonas Brothers blared into the room. The bottle spun past Lilly once, twice and then it began to slow down. Lilly's eyes widened as it passed her a third time and stopped on Miley. Miley and Oliver locked eyes and simultaneously gasped. "Well, off you go!" Oliver and Miley were hustled into the sparsely filled closet. The last thing they saw was Lilly's infuriated face, tears of anger and hurt smouldering in her eyes.
Oliver sat down on the fluffy yet old carpet, his legs bent slightly. Miley stood in the corner, twiddling a scarf in her hand that hadn't been removed from this closet. There were also a couple of bags scattered on the floor so Miley was careful not to tread on them with her black high heels. "Are those Hannah Montana's?" Oliver asked, looking at the shoes. "… yes… I thought I'd wear them tonight – special occasion and all that. How do you know?" Oliver felt his cheeks getting hot in the darkness of the closet and stared fixtatedly at the chink of light shining under the door and enlightening miley's shoes. "You wore them on the Best Of Both Worlds tour in Pheonix – it was when I hid in your drum." Miley sighed. "I wish I could harness some of the Hannah Montana magic that's in these shoes to let Dex forget about the whole 'plant one on her right now' fiasco – thanks for that by the way!" Miley poked him with her foot. "Wonder what he'd say if Hannah came tonight!" She shivered at the thought of attending another Sweet 16 as her celebrity alter ego. "Well obviously nobody could resist Hannah, I mean I'm completely in love with her." Oliver stopped midsentence. He always got his tenses jumbled. "I was completely in love with her;" He corrected. "But Miley is just as beautiful, if not more." He mumbled shyly. Miley prodded him with her foot again. "Shut up! You know that's not true!" She cried indignantly.
Oliver was about to protest when Miley shifted positions. "Ow! Miley, you're on my hand!" She moved her feet but found the other one was caught in a bag. Stumbling in the darkness, she landed astride Oliver. "Oops." She giggled. "Miley..." The simple words tumbled from Oliver's lips. This was dangerous territory. He found his hand reaching to brush her fringe out of her eyes of its own accord and cursed it for using the cheesy move on his girlfriends best friend. His hand rested limply on her cheek, running his thumb over the poster-child perfect skin. Suddenly his lips were on hers roughly. Her hands tangling in his hair, her eyelids fluttering closed and the closet suddenly seeming closer to heaven than ever. All thoughts of Lilly vanished from the closet; as Oliver wrapped his arms around Miley's waist, a moan escaped his lips - a silent guilty needle thrust through his heart. "Miles-" He turned his head away and Miley gasped for breath. She felt hot tears sliding down her cheeks. "I can't believe- that was- I can't… how could we?" Oliver ran his fingers through his tousled hair, realising Miley was still sitting on top of him. "God, Miley!" He pulled her face to his gently, resting his forehead on hers.
Miley's breath was hot on my face as it mingled with mine, her eyes closed. I touched her face again, the familiar face I had spent most of my pubescent life fantasising about, until the day I found out Hannah Montana was my dorky, beautiful best friend. The day was fresh in my memory. After the painstakingly awkward conversation, I had gone home to my room, plastered with photos of Hannah Montana, and began to tear them down. I put them in a box beneath my bed, and all my Hannah feelings in a metaphorical box at the back of my mind, duct taping them both. As I slid the box under my bed, I found a crumpled photo of me and Miley and pulled it out, smoothing it down and putting it in an empty photo frame (once containing a Hannah-eyebrow collage). Now that we were here, in the closet, the duct tape had been spliced and the feelings had exploded, filling my mind with one word. Miley. I kissed her again, I couldn't control it. The blood bubbled in my lips as I ran my fingers through her beautiful hair. I remembered the days where I wanted to shampoo her blonde hair and smiled into the kiss. Then the fantasy shattered with two words, 7 letters.
"TIME'S UP!" The door swung open, and a camera flashed. As reality settled upon them and they turned to the gawking room, both their eyes simultaneously fell on the stunned face of Lilly Truscott as lightning broke outside the window.