|The Joys and Pains of Camping with an Oken
Author: LittleSinner PM
CHAPTER 16 IS UP! NOW COMPLETED! The Okens invite the Stewarts and Truscotts for a summer break at their lake cabin. For some reason, Oliver is acting strangely around his friends, more than usual, that is... Loliver. R&R.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Lilly T./Lola L. & Oliver O./ Mike S. III - Chapters: 16 - Words: 68,439 - Reviews: 65 - Favs: 21 - Follows: 18 - Updated: 10-21-12 - Published: 09-04-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7353582
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Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana.
A/N: Felt like taking a break from my Harry Potter fics and write something different this time. Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes. Hope you like it and if you do, please leave a review. :)
The Joys and Pains of Camping with an Oken
This is going to be the best summer break ever, Oliver thought and smiled to himself dreamily. Here he was with his family, back at the cabin they held at South Lake Tahoe. As his dad parked their car, Oliver stepped outside to help with the luggage. His little brother Owen ran along with his mum to the cabin, since they both couldn't wait any longer to use the bathroom.
Beep! Beep! A car horn echoed and Oliver turned around to see the Stewarts parking behind. They had never been there before and when Oliver suggested to his parents that they should invite them, they actually thought it was a good idea to have a get-together with both families there. Besides, the cabin was so big that it could fit a total of ten people and it would be a waste to be just the four of them when they could host more people in it.
Jackson whined to his dad when he asked him to unload their bags as well. "Why can't Miley do it?" he complained.
"Because I'm asking you, you lazy boy," Robby Ray replied. "You don't see Oliver complaining, do you?" He gestured to Oliver, who hoisted another heavy suitcase off the roof of the Okens' car. Oliver smirked to himself, satisfied that he set an example to someone who was a year older than him. "The least you can do is work up some muscles. You have two days to sit around here and do nothing after that, and then we're off to Europe for the rest of the summer."
"Wow, look at this place!" Oliver heard Miley's voice, which was filled with admiration, as she stepped out of the car and took a look at their surroundings.
He had to admit that this place was pretty amazing. He loved it out here. It was a good change of setting from Malibu. He loved how the air was much cooler here and how it was sunny, but the woods were so thick that the sun only reflected over the water that spread right in front of the cabin, and left the ground shadowy but still warm. He admired how he could hear a woodpecker on a nearby tree or owl hoots at night. And his favorite thing was the spreading of the mountains around the lake, so high and green at this time of year. And the best thing about this place was the fact that it was completely isolated a whole mile away from any civilization.
He and his family used to come here every summer when he was younger, but when his mum got promoted it wasn't as easy to arrange a vacation as it was before. This year however, Nancy thought ahead and asked for a week off work so they could come here once again.
When he finished unloading all of their luggage, his dad and Mr. Stewart took the bags inside. Oliver walked over to the Stewarts' car to help Jackson. He then heard Miley's cell-phone ring. He knew she had placed a different tune to each different person, but when the chorus of her song True Friend blasted from her pocket, this simple fact somehow slipped from his mind. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Miley step aside to answer the call.
"Hey, Lilly. What? Oh, sweet niblets! Wait, I can barely hear you," she said and started to walk around the car in circles. Oliver's full attention snapped to her the moment she said Lilly's name. "Okay, this is the best signal I'm going to get. Where are you?"
"Oliver, grab that quickly, will you?" Jackson said, but Oliver was still fully concentrated on Miley. He was completely engrossed in her phone conversation, that he didn't hear Jackson's words. "Oliver! Watch out!" Jackson called in alarm and before Oliver knew what was happening, Hannah's glittery pink makeup case had crushed on his head and he was knocked down onto the ground.
"Oh, no, I gotta go," Miley hurriedly said to Lilly over the phone. "Talk to you later, bye!"
Oliver felt a sharp pain in his head and he slowly opened his eyes. Everything was spinning so he had to blink a few times until he could focus his vision and saw Jackson and Miley bending over him, looking concerned.
"Oliver, are you alright?" Jackson asked worriedly.
"Oh, he's fine!" Miley waved off. Her face turned an angry shade of crimson as her eyebrows knitted together. "What were you thinking, Oken? You nearly broke my Hannah Box!" she added. "Now it's got blood all over it!"
Oliver blinked once more, slowly registering what Miley had said. "I'm bleeding?" he asked faintly. He now realized why his head hurt so much.
"It's just a cut, man," Jackson said, his face still hovering over Oliver's. "But it suits you. It gives your face a more masculine look."
"Thanks, Jackson, I appreciate the compliment but could you please step back? You're way too close, man," Oliver said, feeling a little uncomfortable. "And try finding a breath mint," he added as he slowly pushed himself off of the ground. He went to examine his face at the right hand wing mirror of the Stewarts' car. He was okay, he decided. No obvious concussion or any serious damage besides a small cut on his forehead. Luckily he had thick bangs to cover it up. He wiped off the rest of the blood with the back of his hand and relaxed when he saw the scratch wasn't deep at all and the bleeding had ceased.
"What do you carry inside that thing? Rocks?" he turned to ask Miley, who looked back at him sheepishly.
She huffed angrily and grabbed her Hannah Box from the ground. "I'll take that," she said and marched over to the cabin. She then stopped and looked back at Oliver. "Hey, your mum mentioned a room with three beds. Where can I find it?"
Oliver chuckled. "Gee, Miley, I know you're Hannah Montana and all, but do you really need three beds just for yourself? Talk about Little Miss Celebrity here..." he muttered to Jackson and they both chuckled.
"It's not just for me, you idiot! I'm sharing it with Lilly and her mum!" she replied.
Oliver froze. Did she just say...?
"What do you mean? Lilly is coming? Nobody told me," he said nervously, fidgeting with his hands.
Miley eyed him suspiciously. "Y-eah! Of course she's coming. You didn't think we would leave her alone at home, did you?"
"Right. I –I guess, I forgot our mums are best friends..." he mumbled quietly, bowing his head and shuffling his foot on the ground in shame realizing how stupid he just proved tobe. Awesome, Oken, just awesome! he sarcastically praised himself.
"Oliver!" Miley called and drew him out of his daze. His head shot up to look at her. "The room?" she asked again, her hands held out in a waiting pose.
"Right. Downstairs on the right. It's the only bedroom on the floor, right next to the bathroom."
"Thanks," she said and turned back to walk inside.
Oliver shook his head at his own stupidity. He walked over to the Stewarts' forgotten luggage, picked up two bags and put one over each of his shoulders. He began to march to the cabin but stopped when he noticed that Jackson was not following him.
"I know I'm not your dad, but I also know you're supposed to get that," he said to Jackson, pointing to the rest of bags left on the ground.
Jackson slowly grabbed the bags and they both began to walk up the stairs to the cabin. Even though he didn't say anything, there was no mistaking that Jackson was eyeing him. Oliver could actually feel his gaze burning a hole into the back of his neck.
Oliver stopped and looked back at his friend. "What?" he asked him, annoyed.
Jackson's lips tightened into a thin line. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, like you said, it's just a small cut," Oliver replied, rolling his eyes.
Jackson's eyes squinted as he studied him closer. "No, that's not what I was referring to..." When he saw the irritated look on Oliver's face, he shook his head. "Never mind. Forget, I said anything."
"Good," Oliver replied, opened the door to the cabin and the two walked inside. A rough start, Oliver thought, but I hope it will get better.