One More Time

Disclaimer: Hannah Montana belongs to Disney, okay?

A/N: My first TV show based fanfic! ZOMG…haha! I hope it’s not too crappy…

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I thought I didn’t feel anything when we hugged.

I thought I was over with my obsession over Hannah Montana.

Well I thought wrong.

Before, when I attend her concerts, I scream my lungs out whenever she comes on stage. She sings with so much power—so much, that I think it’s enough to keep me alive. I would always push my way through the crowd just to catch a glimpse of her. Just to have a chance to let her look straight at me.

Then she told me the truth.

And that’s when I realized… It wasn’t obsession anymore.

I loved her.

I knew it because I don’t even care anymore how high she hitches up her pitch during her concerts. I don’t stay on the front row of the concert halls anymore. I stay at the backstage—where I always wait for her. Where I wait for her to remove her blonde wig so I could see the real her—Miley. I love her, not Hannah Montana.

And I always will.

“Oliver? Oliver!”

“Huh? What, the gig’s already over?” I suddenly blurt out.

“Yeah. ‘Ya think?”

She then removes her wig and begins to walk away. But she turns her head.

“Aren’t you coming?”

Do I tell her?

“Um, Miley?”

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering…”

“Get it over with, our ride’s waiting!”

“Do I still have a chance?”

Silence.

“What? I don’t get it—spit it out, Oliver!”

“I mean, do I still have a chance to find some hot chicks at your concerts?”

“You delayed our ride just to ask that question?”

I start to lower my head. I feel so embarrassed for even trying.

“Oliver, you’re a wonderful guy. You’re sweet and funny and—OH MY GOD THE LIMO’S GONNA LEAVE US!”

I suddenly feel a gentle tug at my wrist—she was pulling me with her. And before we knew it, we were both running towards the limousine.

It didn’t matter anymore. I don’t care if she takes me for a lover or a friend.

What matters is I have her beside me.

And that’s the greatest chance I’ll ever have.