A/N: This is the final chapter mates. Thanks everyone that has read and reviewed. All the tips, suggestions, constructive criticism, and even the small words mean a lot. You might notice I force some Moliver hints from episodes early in here. Sorry! Without further ado, here is the final chapter of Hannah and Mike. Cheers!

Disclaimer: I own nothing and am making nothing off of the following. All following characters are retained by Disney; the songs are owned by Hannah Montana/Disney (?).


Hannah and Mike

Chapter 10

"So are you doing anything special with 'Mike' tonight your concert?"

"I have something planned yeah," replied Miley, a large smile forming on her face.

"Oh my God, I can almost see your face," Lilly said excitedly. "You're blushing like mad aren't you? What are you going to do?"

Smiling even bigger, she replied, "You're just going to have to wait for the tabloids and gossip magazines."

"Oooooh, you're awful Miley Stewart," she replied in only a slightly angry tone. Slyly, she then asked, "It's big, eh? Are you going to tell him?"

Her face flushed, she sighed, saying, "It took all I could to get the courage to do this. Talking about it will only tear apart everything I prepared myself for."

"Alright so this is big?"

"Yes. I actually could use you right now. I'm trying to pick something out, and then I need someone there with me while I wait to get on stage."

"Is Hannah Montana actually nervous? You never get nervous. Except for that one time you were upset about hurting Oliver…" Lilly trailed off before letting out a gasp. "Did you call him the Titanic again?"

"Of course not."

"You didn't try and set him up with someone and then try and break them up before realising that she actually wanted to be with him did you?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Remember when you set him up with Becca? You flew across the beach in a chicken suit and acted like a complete nutter because he was upset with you and you wanted to help him."

"Well…" she replied, her eyes widening slightly.

"It's okay Miley. I've known for a long time. Wait, I interrupted you again didn't I?"

"Yes. I was saying I could really use you tonight. I'm going to have to be calm around him before the concert. I haven't even told Daddy about…" she stopped herself, holding back from telling Lilly.

"Miley! That's so not fair. You have to tell me."

"I can't. But I will tell you later. I need to get ready. Bye."

"Fine. You better. Good luck."

As Miley closed her cell phone and set it on her desk, she sat down on her bed and took a deep breath. She looked up at her wall, a collection of every photo taken of 'Hannah' and 'Mike' from the gossip magazines. She smiled widely, standing up and walking downstairs. Finding her father in the kitchen reading the paper, she sat down next to him.

"Daddy, there is going to be a small change to the end of the concert tonight," she said, looking at the table.

Setting his paper down, he looked at her, asking, "How can you do that? You've practiced for the songs originally set out."

"I've been practicing. I just want to change the last two," she said, pulling out a folded piece of paper from her pocket and handing it to her father.

After scanning the paper, he looked up at her and raises his eyebrows.

"You sure, Bud?"

She merely nodded, standing up and heading back upstairs. As she headed upstairs, Jackson passed her on the way down. Looking back at her as he walks over to the table, he jerks a thumb in her direction.

"What's up with her? She's usually excited about concerts. Except for that time she was upset about hurting Oliver."

"She's just a little nervous. She changed the last two songs. Check it out," he said, holding the paper out for him to look at.

He too raised his eyebrows, looking back at the stairs. "Wow. I know I give her a hard time, but that takes courage. If this is what I'm assuming it means," he said, now turning back to his father.

"Looks like it," he replied, checking his watch. "Oliver should be here soon. Could be entertaining seeing Miley. She'll be squirming more than Uncle Earl in those shorts he wore in that basketball game a few years back. Remember that?"

Jackson shivered at this. "Shorts? They were XXXL shorts and they fit him like spandex. I'm so glad he switched to sweats."

Robby nodded in agreement. "Thank the Lord for elastic waste bands."

The two of them gave a shiver as Oliver walked in. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "Do I want to know?"

Jackson turned to head out back. Pausing at the door, he turned to him and replied, "Not unless you want to hear spandex and Uncle Earl in the same sentence."

Mouth slightly agape, he turned to Robby who laughed. "Glad you're here Oliver. We're actually leaving a little earlier. There's a few changes in the programme tonight. Miley's changing now but she's probably decent by now."

"Changes?"

"Yeah, she wanted two different songs at the end."

"Really? Why? All the songs you write are awesome!"

Chuckling, he replied, "She just needed to change the last two. Thanks though." As he folded up his paper, he turned to him again, looking him in the eyes. "You know, every song I write for her is because of something meaningful in her life. They're written by me, but she helps. My inspiration comes from important things, and people in her life."

As Oliver stared blankly back, Robby sighed, starting to head upstairs.

"Come on Oliver. I'm going to go change. We'll go check if 'Hannah' is busy getting ready and whether 'Mike' can start getting ready."

Walking up the stairs, Robby Ray continued to his own room while Oliver stood at the entrance to Miley's room and knocked on the door. Not receiving a response, he cautiously entered. As he looked around he paused, staring at the entrance to the 'Hannah Closet'. Dressed half-way between Miley and Hannah, missing only the wig, she had her iPod and ear buds in and was dancing, completely oblivious to everything around her. Raising his eyebrows and smirking, he decided to sit down and stretch out on her couch, remaining silent as he watched her.

As she danced and looked at clothes, she finally turned to look at a shelf near the entrance of her closet when she froze. Noticing Oliver stretched out on her couch and a large smirk on his face, her face flushed and her eyes bulged. She slowly removed her ear buds and set down her iPod.

"How long have you been there?" she asked, her face now a dark colour of red.

"A little while. New Hannah routine?" he asked, smirking.

Attempting to control her face, she frowned slightly and snapped, "I was just killing time and trying to relax. I was just messing around with some of my songs for tonight."

"If I were you, I'd stick with your normal dance routine," he said, standing up and mocking her dancing. Laughing as she frowned at him, he asked, "Were you listening to the songs you just added? Your dad told me you changed the end of your concert."

Her eyes widening slightly, she asked hesitantly, "Did he tell you what songs were added?"

"Nope. Didn't ask. What'd ya' add?"

Smiling, she replied, "It's a surprise. Wait to see."

Rolling his eyes and sighing, he sat down on her couch again. She immediately stepped forward and grabbed his hand, pulling him with her into the closet.

"You need to get dressed Oliver. I'm done except for my wig. 'Hannah' can't go to her concert without 'Mike'. Move, move, move!" she said, handing him stuff to change into.


A while later, Hannah and Mike sat in her private dressing room, having already arrived an hour ago and finished with sound check. Mike sat staring at Hannah fidgeting in her chair, her legs bouncing nervously and one hand twirling her blonde hair around her finger. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he cocked his head slightly.

"Are you alright Hannah? You're never nervous," he asked.

"Oh yeah! More excited than nervous," she replied, a rather large forced smile on her face. "Feeling great!"

Raising his eyebrows at her, he gave her a clear 'not buying it look'. Looking back up at him, her eyes widened slightly, but she smiled.

"Thanks for being concerned. I'll be fine," she said to him, giving him a brief hug. "Seriously Mike, I'm alright."

He shrugged his shoulders and sat down on a nearby couch. Hannah's mustached manager walked inside, closing the door behind him.

"You're on in two minutes, Bud," he said, scratching his 'mustache'.

Hannah's eyes widened slightly. Taking a slow calming breath, she closed her eyes for a second. Mike stood up and walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder again.

"You'll do fine Hannah. You always do," he said smiling at her.

She smiled back, but remained silent.

"Let's head up front," said her father.

As her father and Mike headed to the door, Mike paused. He turned around and walked back to Hannah, hesitating. Then, he bent slightly, kissing her on her forehead. Her eyes bulged, immediately looking up to look at him. He smiled nervously at her, then turned around and walked out her door.

A large smile appeared on her face, as her father looked on from the hallway, a bemused smile on his own. Standing up, her smile appearing permanent on her face, she made her way out of her dressing room and walked with her father towards the stage.

Mike stood at the side, waiting for the two of them. She turned to give her father a hug, then turned and walked up to him, throwing her arms around him with force. Slightly shocked, he returned the hug, her eyes closing for a moment and her head resting on his shoulder. A voice onstage announced Hannah Montana, causing the two to jump apart. Smiling to her father and Mike before she headed out, she turned and jogged onstage to loud applause and cheers.

"Hey ya'll! Thanks for coming! This is going to be a real special concert tonight. I dedicate it to the important people in my life," she said, turning to look at the side of the stage where her father and Mike stood watching. "Hope you enjoy it!" she shouted before starting her first song.


Many songs later, Hannah ran off the stage one last time, telling the crowd she had two more songs left. Stopping at her father, she looked around.

"Where's Mike?" she asked quietly, taking a bottled water from a stage hand.

Jerking a thumb over his shoulder, he replied, "Grabbing some more food."

She shook her head in silent laughter. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at her father.

"You did tell the band and everyone the change right? Are they ready?"

"Of course. The question is whether you're ready. You have those songs down, Bud?"

She smiled confidently and replied, "Of course, they're my favourite songs!" Taking another breath, she said, "I only have to worry about keeping calm while I sing and not throwing up all over the first row."

Pulling her close into a quick hug, he said, "You'll do fine, Bud. You know your songs. Just go with your heart."

Looking up at him with slightly wide eyes, she asked, "You know why I changed the last two don't you?"

Smiling, he replied, "Of course I do. I'm not makin' fun of you though. I know this takes a lot of courage. Can't promise Jackson won't, but you don't have to worry about him 'til we get home."

Mike walked over now, finished eating. Seeing him, Hannah's eyes widened slightly.

"Better get out there then," she said hurriedly, jogging near the entrance to the stage.

Coming to a halt next to her father, he watched her with a confused look on his face. Looking up at him, he asked, "Did I do something?"

"No, she's just nervous," he said, a small smile on his face as he watched the stage crew start the effects for the next song and wave her onstage.

Slowly, Hannah walked onto the stage, pausing once she reached the microphone. Taking a deep breath and smiling, she took a hold of it.

"Hey ya'll these will be the last two songs. They're my favourtes, and I hope you like them too. This first one reflects someone very special in my life," she said, turning and smiling over at Mike.

Mike smiled back at her, a slightly confused look on his face. Turning to her father, he asked, "What's she mean?"

"I said before son, that every song I write is meaningful. Each one is about something important in her life," he said quietly, as the intro music began.

Turning back to Hannah who was moving slightly to the intro music, he watched her begin to sing.

"Uh oh

There you go again talking cinematic

Yeah you!

You're charming, got everybody star struck.

I know

How you always seem to go

For the obvious instead of me

But get a ticket and you'll see…"

Turning slightly so Mike was in view, she broke into the chorus.

"If we were a movie

You'd be the right guy

And I'd be the best friend

You'd fall in love with

In the end we'd be laughing

Watching the sunset

Fade to black

Show the names

Play that happy song..."

She now started walking the stage, continuing the song as Mike stood on the side, a slightly confused and slightly shocked look on his face.

"(Yeah)

Yeah, yeah

When you call me

I can hear it in your voice

Oh sure!

Wanna see me

And tell me all about her

La la

I'll be acting through my tears

I guess you'll never know

That I should win

An Oscar for this scene I'm in..."

She paused again at one end of the stage, turning to face the opposite end where Mike was standing.

"If we were a movie

You'd be the right guy

And I'd be the best friend

You'd fall in love with

In the end we'd be laughing

Watching the sunset

Fade to black

Show the names

Play that happy song.

Wish I could tell you there's a twist

Some kind of hero in disguise

And we're together

It's for real

Now playing

Wish I could tell you there's a kiss

Like something more than in my mind

I see it

Could be amazing.

If we were a movie

You'd be the right guy

And I'd be the best friend

You'd fall in love with

In the end we'd be laughing

Watching the sunset

Fade to black

Show the names

Play that happy song..."

Trailing off, she looked back out at the crowd as they cheered and applauded. She went back to the middle of the stage and stood still, taking another deep breath.

"Thanks ya'll! I'd like to finish the night with a song very close to my heart. It's an amazing song, written by an amazing man, my daddy," she said, turning to smile at her father. Looking back out at the crowd, she took one last deep breath.

"This song describes another amazing person. He's been my best friend for what seems like forever. He's been with me through and through. No one else can make me laugh or smile like he can. He's also amazingly loyal to me. He never thinks twice about helping me, although considering his past, thinking once is sometimes a bad choice," she said with a laugh that the crowd shared. "He's an amazing friend and I thank the Good Lord everyday for having him in my life."

Now turning to look at Mike, she stared him in the eyes with a huge smile on her face.

"Mike, you truly are, one in a million…"

As the music started, she closed her eyes. As she began, her smile remained on her face.

"How did I get here?

I turned around and there you were

I didn't think twice

Or rationalize

cause somehow I knew

That there was more than just chemistry

I mean I knew you were kinda of into me

But I figured it's too good to be true..."

Turning to look at him, a broad smile came onto her face as she continued and stared straight into his eyes.

"I said pinch me

Where's the catch this time

Can't find a single cloud in the sky

Help me before I get used to this guy

They say that good things take time

But really great things happen

in a blink of an eye

Thought the chances to meet somebody like you

were a million to one

I cannot believe it (o woah)

You're one in a million

All this time I was looking for love

Trying to make things work

They weren't good enough till

I thought I'm through

Said I'm done

and stumbled into the arms of the one.

You're making me laugh about the silliest stuff

Say that I'm your diamond in the rough

When I'm mad at you

You come with your velvet touch

Can't believe that I'm so lucky

I have never felt so happy

Every time I see that sparkle in your eye..."

Her smile even bigger, she closed her eyes as she finished.

"I said pinch me

Where's the catch this time

Can't find a single cloud in the sky

Help me before I get used to this guy.

They say that good things take time

But really great things happen

in a blink of an eye

Thought the chances to meet somebody like you

were a million to one

I cannot believe it (o woah)

You're one in a million... one in a million

All this time I was looking for love

Trying to make things work

They weren't good enough till

I thought I'm through

Said I'm done

and stumbled into the arms of the one.

You're one in a million…"

As she finished, she slowly opened her eyes, looking Mike straight in the eyes again as she softly said, "You're one in a million Mike."

In front of her, the entire crowd was cheering, applauding, screaming, and some were crying. Smiling, she said into the mic, "Thank you and goodnight!"

Walking off the stage, she noticed her father standing alone waiting for her. As if reading her slightly confused face, he immediately told her, "He's waiting in your dressing room. I'll be in the limo. I'll see you in fifteen minutes."

Walking slowly to her dressing room door, she entered cautiously. Pulling her door shut behind her, she noticed Mike sitting on her chair, looking off into space.

"When did you leave?"

Turning to look at her, he replied, "During the cheering."

He stood up then and walked over to her. Stopping in front of her, he looked at her for a moment, a completely unreadable expression on his face. She looked down at her feet, her face slightly warm.

Very softly, he lifted his hand and pulled her face up to meet his. He smiled nervously at her.

"You were great tonight."

She remained silent, attempting to look down at her feet again. He stood there nervously before pulling her face up again gently. He stood staring at her before he finally gave a true smile.

"I've listened to those songs so many times, and I never would have thought I'd hear you dedicate them to me."

A big smile formed on her face. With a look of mock disbelief, she replied, "How could you not? What with 'I'd be the best friend' and with one in a million doing everything but including your name in it, I'd have thought even you could've figured that out ya' donut."

He laughed, resting his forehead against hers. "They're beautiful songs, sung by a beautiful girl."

Looking down again, she quietly asked, "Will this ruin our friendship? Will it make you feel awkward?"

Smiling, he very slowly lifted her face up to meet his again, this time pulling her close. She met him and together, they shared a soft, gentle kiss. As he pulled away, her eyes remained shut for a moment before fluttering open. She was beaming. He pulled her close, wrapping her into a tight hug.

"I guess Hannah and Mike are official now then?"

She closed her eyes for a moment, sighing against his shoulder. "I guess so. Wonder how the press will take it knowing we weren't officially together before?"

He smiled, lifting her chin again softly but a vibration from her table interrupted them. Picking up her cell and opening it, she rolled her eyes.

"Lola of course."

"She always did have great timing."

"She wants me to spill tonight. Probably wants to find out before the press."

Laughing slightly, he said, "Let her wait. We'll let the paparazzi supply her info. Your dad is in the limo and I bet he and Roxy will be in soon to find us if we don't leave soon."

Grabbing her stuff, they walked out to the limo, her arm wrapped tightly around him. As the two walked outside, the paparazzi immediately began taking photos of tomorrow's headline: Hannah and Mike.


A/N: That's it mates! Not the greatest ending but give me a break, I'm a bloke! Who knew I had all this in me, eh?

Thanks once again everyone that has read and reviewed. Even the small reviews I enjoy. Long reviews are great too of course! All the tips, suggestions, encouragement, and constructive criticism I received writing this was great. Not sure where I'm going from here. I have a few ideas, probably one-shots. With pressure, I might try my hand at an epilogue with some Lackson (never written that and not sure how to). I might make I Was Trying To Be Convincing? into a two-shot. Who knows. Let me know. Cheers!