A/N: My first HM fic, hopefully it's OK. I'm always too critical of my writing. And although I'm not good at updating, reviews keeps me motivated. So if you like this at all please review and maybe I'll continue it..
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana
I Can't Make You Love Miley If You Don't
Chapter 1: Big Mistake
"How do you like me now?" Hannah Montana demanded through gritted teeth to her lovesick fan, Oliver Oken, after trying repeatedly to gross him out with her gum chewing.
Unknown to Oliver, Hannah Montana was actually his best friend, Miley Stewart, which was why she was desperately attempting to stop his obsession with her alter ego.
"I...still love you," he forced himself to say.
"What does it take with you? What more do I have to do?!" This was unbelievable! He was willing to sacrifice his disgust for her?
Well, actually, now that she put it that way, it did sound kind of...sweet. "You and Hannah Montana can never—"
Oliver's face fell. He knew where this was going. She had been trying purposefully to get rid of him, he could tell.
"...be...apart?" Miley gulped. What had she just said?! Oh, no, now he was going to—
"That's exactly how I feel! Are you serious?!" he screamed.
"Uh...I guess?" she replied uneasily, closing her eyes and preparing herself for a life-threatening hug or something.
But then Oliver did what any strong man would do...he fainted.
Miley opened her eyes to see him lying unconscious in the sand and smacked herself on the forehead. She was dating the dorkiest kid in eighth grade! Scratch that. Hannah Montana was dating the dorkiest kid in eighth grade! What would that do to her image? And all because Miley couldn't say no. She couldn't turn down that heartbroken look he got on his face, and those big brown eyes that started misting up...
"Oliver?" she asked, kneeling down and shaking him by the shoulders. "Hello?" His eyes began to flutter open. "Are you OK there?"
Slowly a grin formed on his face. "I am now."
Oh, gee. Wasn't that the corniest line in the history of the world!
"I guess I should help you up then." She grabbed him by the hand and pulled him to his feet.
"Man. I'm dating Hannah Montana. I'm dating Hannah Montana!" he burst out, as if realizing it for the first time.
"Didn't we already establish that?" she asked in exasperation.
"I'm going to tell Lilly and Miley...and the entire school!"
Her eyes widened in horror. "But, they don't really need to know, do they?"
"Well, yeah." His voice got quiet. "You're not embarrassed of me...are you?"
"No! It's just…" Miley pulled him closer and looked him straight in the eyes, giving him her puppy dog face. "Please, Oliver, could we keep this queit? Just for a little while?"
He broke out in a grin again. "You remembered my name!"
"Um, yeah...you told me when, um..." She tried to think. Had he told Hannah his name before? What if she just slipped up bad?
"When I was hanging from the sunroof in your limo!" he finished. "And before that at the CD signing. And also that time when—"
"OK, OK. So are we agreed on the 'quiet' part?"
"Can I at least tell my two best friends?"
"As...long as they keep it quiet too." She smiled outwardly, starting to feel a little sick on the inside. What would Lilly have to say about all this? She'd probably accuse Miley of liking Oliver again—which she didn't! Of course she didn't. But even if she did...he liked Hannah, not Miley. It was different.
"So are you really a chewer?" Oliver asked uneasily, changing the subject. "I mean, like I said, I still love you if you are but—"
Miley let out a giggle. "Don't worry, I won't chew around you."
"Oh, thank goodness," Oliver let out in relief.
"Well, I really should be going now," Miley decided.
"Wait! Aren't you going to give me your number or something?" Oliver wanted to know.
"Don't you already have it?" Miley asked.
"No. I'm good, but I'm not that good," he replied.
Shoot! Of course he wasn't. Gosh, living a double life was so complicated.
"Right," she said, a nervous smile pasted on her face. "Uh...do you have a pen?"
Oliver pulled a Sharpie out from his back pocket and handed it to Miley. "No paper."
"That's fine." He felt a tingling sensation as she grabbed his forearm and pulled him closer, scribbling the number to Hannah's phone on his bare skin. "There."
Oliver stared at her in awe. "I'm never washing this arm again, and I've already memorized the number!"
Did he have to be so much of a fan?
The scream interrupted her conversation with Jackson, and she turned around in her seat at Rico's to see a frantic Oliver running towards her.
"He's probably going to tell us all about Hannah's gum problem," Lilly mused with a smile. Her conversation with Miley's older brother had been all about her plan to get rid of Oliver's obsession.
Oliver finally came to a stop at the counter, and leaned there panting for a few seconds. "Hannah…Montana…"
"Remember Oliver, you're still Smoken Oken," Lilly told him.
"…is my girlfriend!" he burst out.
Lilly's eyes widened and she glanced at Jackson, whose face mirrored her own surprise.
"Uh…you know, Oliver, you don't have to make up stories. It's OK if you got rejected," Lilly informed him.
"You think I'm making it up?" Oliver asked in disbelief. "Look! She gave me her number!" He held out his arm to show her.
"That's the number to the Hannah phone," Lilly muttered frantically to Jackson.
"Why don't you two go tell Miley?" he suggested with a smirk.
"Yeah!" Oliver said enthusiastically, grabbing Lilly's arm. "Come on, Lilly, let's go!"
"Ooh, I wonder what she'll have to say," she remarked as they ran down the beach towards the Stewart house.
"Miley, Miley!" Oliver exclaimed as he and Lilly rushed into the living room.
"Oliver has something to tell you," Lilly just about sang, a huge smile on her face.
"Oh really," Miley said through gritted teeth, glaring at her.
"I'm dating Hannah Montana!" he let out. "Can you believe it?"
"I can't, can you Miley?" Lilly kept teasing.
"Um…wow. I'm so…happy for you, Oliver." The clenched teeth and death glare at Lilly continued. Dating Oliver was bad enough. Having your best friend rub it in didn't make things any better.
Oliver frowned. "You OK, Miley? You sound kind of…"
"Jealous?" Lilly guessed, knowing that would send Miley over the top.
The brunette's mouth dropped. "I am not jealous!" she insisted, hands on hips. "I mean, why would I be jealous that Oliver has a girlfriend?" she added, letting out a small but nervous laugh.
"Um, I meant jealous that Oliver is dating a celebrity and you're not…but what you said works too!" Lilly replied perkily. She bounced onto the couch and grabbed a handful of the potato chips that happened to be sitting in a bowl nearby.
"Look, I'm not jealous of anything," Miley sighed. "I'm happy for Oliver."
"Of course you are Miles," he agreed. "I just thought maybe something else was bringing you down."
"Um, yeah," she said quickly. "Jackson…"
Lilly raised her eyebrows in interest.
"…dropped my cell phone in a bowl of soup today to see if it would float," Miley fibbed.
Oliver immediately grew curious. "Did it?"
Miley giggled. "Lilly, give me a chip."
"Here," Lilly obliged.
"Thanks." Miley took it and tossed it at her best guy pal.
"Hey!" he laughed.
"You know, speaking of phones," Lilly commented between munches, "why don't you call Hannah now? I don't believe you're officially dating until you both actually go out in public somewhere together. Right Miley?"
"Uh—that's not true!" Miley protested. "Besides, she's probably busy right now. She could be hanging out with her friends," she said pointedly.
"What is it with you and the voice?" Lilly asked.
"I'll call. If Hannah's busy I'll just leave a message," Oliver decided. "Oh, but I'll have to use someone's phone," he realized. "I forgot mine at home in the rush to get to the beach today."
Miley bit her lip, trying to think of another excuse. She grabbed the house phone and tossed it to Oliver, then said quickly, "I gotta go to the bathroom. You can call without me."
Miley ran all the way upstairs, then stopped. She pulled out the Hannah phone, turned it to silent and waited. Sure enough, Oliver's number popped onscreen. Should she answer or let him leave a message?
Ah, what the heck. "Hello, this is Hannah Montana."
Duh, Miley, who else would it be?
"Uh…um…this is Ol-Oliver Oken, your biggest fan," he stuttered.
Aw, he was nervous. That was cute…er…not cute like that, cute like…
Well, she did have to sound believable.
"It's all right, honey." Oh yeah, she could just picture that boy grinning.
"Put it on speaker, put it on speaker!" Miley could hear Lilly's screeching in the background.
"Oh, Hannah, I've got a friend with me, so is it OK if I turn the speakerphone on?" Oliver asked.
"Of course," Miley muttered, still ticked off that Lilly was having so much fun rubbing this in. She caught herself quickly. "Uh, I mean, of course it is…baby…"
"Oh, OK, hold on!"
"Hannah?" Lilly squealed.
"Hi, Li—ttle girl. What's your name?" Miley asked.
Just keep it together, you can get through this.
"I'm Lilly! We met in your dressing room remember? I'm your biggest fan!"
"Lilly," Oliver scolded.
"What? You're her boyfriend now. That means I officially get the biggest fan title!" Lilly squealed again.
"OK, that's nice," Miley interrupted the needless chatter. "Oliver honey, we're gonna have to pick up later, OK? I have a…voice lesson to get to."
"Call me as soon as you're done, OK?" he replied. "I love you. Bye!"
"Um yeah, I…uh…love you too…" she said as a whisper.