Book 1 -- A Hannah Secret.

Miley walked into the room, to see her Dad on the couch.
"Daddy, where's Beary?" Miley said, in disgust with her hands on her hips. Jackson came walking in. "Hiya, Hannah Smell-tana." Miley just stood there. "Har-Har, Very funny. Have you seen Beary, Jackson? Or are you jsut going stand here like the iidiotic freak you are." Miley sighed.

"Oh, you mean this bear?" Jackson smirked, getting out a bear. "Give it back, Jackson!" Miley protested. "Sure." Jackson smiled, taunting the bear to Miley. Miley jumped up and grabbed the bear. "You sicken me." Miley said, frowning.

Soon, Miley set off to school with her Best friend, Lilly Trescot. "Hey Lilly." "Hiya Miley." Lilly said, trying to pick up speed on her skate-board. "Hey, what's in your back-pack?" Lilly asked, unzipping the back-pack. "Beary.." Miley said foolishly.

Oliver soon strode in. "Hello Ladies." He smirked. "Hey Oliver." They both said.

Oliver shook his hair dramatically, so the brown hair sprayed everywhere.
It whacked Lilly and Miley in the face.
"Oliver!"
They chorused.
It happened every day. Every passing girl, he'd have the urge to do that.
"Sorry Lils.. Miles. Just thought they'd be beggin' for one more show."
Lilly slapped him over the back of the head.
"Ow, whaddid I do?"
He said.
"That's for being a creep."
Lilly and Miley high-fived each other, Oliver looking sour.
"Well.. At least I have one lady."
Lilly and Miley looked at each other.
"Say whut?"
Miley said.
Oliver smirked and took off his blue and black back pack, unzipping it.
He rummaged around through hair gel, mirror and pencilcase before he found it.
A picture.
"My wife, Hannah Monatana."
He said in a sigh, showing them a picture of her head and shoulders.
He ran a soft hand down it lovingly and sighed again, eyes looking misty and distant.

Miley sighed. Every day this would happen.
"Oliver, you know.." Miley began.
"Yeah?" Oliver asked.
"You and Hannah Montana will never be together." Miley sighed.
Oliver gave a gasp and hugged the picture.
"Your'e pathetic." Lilly admitted.
Oliver grunted. "You'll see! I'll soon be Mr. Montana."
Oliver said while storming off to class.
Miley sighed.
"Do you know that I have 2 tickets to `I got nerve!`" Miley smirked.
There was a silence, then a whole load of screaming. "HANNAH MONTANA TICKETS!" They all screamed, charging at Lilly and Miley, who were also screaming and running away.
"They'll never find us here!" Lilly smirked.
"Um, Duh. It's the Janitors closet. Who even comes here." Miley said dissapointedly while looking at a load of mops.
"Anyway, I'm taking You and Oliver. How do you think he'll react?" Miley said

They both paused.

"OH MY GOSH YOU HAVE TICKETS TO SEE MY WIFE!" Lilly smirked, pulling a desperate face.

Miley looked at Lilly. "Don't tell Oliver you're going to be back-stage, though. And we need a disguise for you.

Miley smirked. "At my wardrobe, I have the perfect outfit for you, Do you remember? The one with thre red hair." Miley smiled.
Lilly imagened it.



"Oh yeah!" Lilly suddenly said.
"So, who shall tell Oliver?" Miley smirked.
"I will." Lilly said Dully, exciting the closet and going over to Oliver who was still unhappy with her.

Oliver was helping people open their lockers.
"Lockerman here to save the day."
He said, before knocking his elbows on the particularly pretty girl's locker.
It swung open>
"Thanks lockerguy."
She said, smiling.
Oliver took no notice of her, he was too caught up in Hannahness.
Oliver went to his locker and hit it, opening it.
He put the things away, combed his unruly hair, put some hair gel in it to flatten his hair and leant against the locker, stroking the picture of Hannah.
"We'll be together soon, my love."
He sighed, smiling pathtically.
Then he heard footsteps.
"Bit busy for lockerduty come back la-- Oh.. It's you."
He said in a dull voice.
"You hear to tell me that Hannah's gonna be in a coffin before I get to marry her?"
He sourly said, arms folded as he stood up,taller than Lilly.

Lilly had an idea, she smartly folded her arms.
"Well, I was about to say.." Lilly paused.
"What?" Oliver said.
Miley walked over.
"What took you so long, Miles?" Lilly said.
Miley shivered. "Got stuck in the closet. Who knew it had a lock!"
"Er, everyone?" Oliver said unhappily.
Oliver turned back to Lilly
"What did you want to say?" He said sharply.
"Oh! Don't take on that attitude!" Lilly said, frowning.
"Just come out with it!" Oliver and Miley said, biting their lips.
"Well, I was going to say that Miley provided us with two Hannah Montana ticket's to `I got nerve` But you obviously arn't intrested in these tickets, so i'll be leaving now."
Lilly smirked, walking away.
"Wait!" Oliver said.

Oliver actually jumped onto Lilly's back, causing them to both topple over.
"Ow, hey you big lump, get off me!"
Lilly said as she untangled herself from Oliver's grip.
Miley looked away, pretending she didn't know them.
"You said.. Hannah Monatan I got nerve tickets??!! I've been looking for them EVERYWHERE. They were all sold out."
He gabbled.
"You must've been one of the firsts. thanks so much."
Lilly frowned.
"Who said I was giving one to you?"
Olive rpulled the puppydog face.
"Aw come on, that only worked when you were 5."
Oliver whimpered.
"Alright."
She gave in. (Though she was going to give one to him anyway)
"I'll give you the ticket on the night. It's tonight."
Oliver was filled with excitement.
He immediately jumped up, running off, slamming his locker shut as he did.
"I have a date with Hannah Montana!"
He yelled down the corridor, crop brown pinstripe trousers fluttering like his blue poloshirt with black eagle on it.
His white trainers squeaking down the smooth hall.
Lilly hid her face, walking to Miley.
"Pretend we don't know him."
She muttered to Miley.
Miley also hid her face.
"Yeah."

Miley quickly hid, and slid off to her classroom to Biology. While she was sitting doing a quick pop quiz, she heard Oliver mutter to all his friends.
"Yeah, Hannah and I are dating." He said cooly.
"Pfft, whatever." Someone said
"Don't diss Mr. Montana." Oliver hissed.
"Today," He continued
"I'll look her in the eye and tell her I love her." He said.
Miley turned to Lilly.
"Lilly! What if Oliver looks at me and see's that i'm Miley."
Miley said, afraid.
"Don't be scared, it's not like he knows or he'd know by now." Lilly said, trying to cheer up Miley.
"Yeah.. Maybe.."

3 hours later.

"I like the outfit!" Lola smirked.
"Hannah." Tracy said.
"Tracy!" Hannah said.
"Mwah, Mwah." They said, air-kissing each-other.
"Hannah darling you look spectacularrrrrrr." Tracy smiled.
"Thank's Trace, so do you." Hannah smirked.
"Traceeey always trrrries her best." Tracy said.
"Knock them dead!" Lilly smiled. Hannah walked out.
"Hi everybody!" She smiled.

Oliver had spent three hours after school making himself 'look good'.
He had put on black formal shoes, skin-tight jeans and a white shirt with a picture of a tux on it.
Under his arm he had a thick wad of Hannah photos for her to sign, and one arm which was shinier than the other.
He sat down at the front row, ripped ticket clutched tightly in his sweaty hand as he stared up at the stage with wide, brown eyes.
"H..Hannah. She's breathing my air!"
He said as she sung 'Best of Both Worlds'.
Nobody luckily heard.
He sat down again, whispering the lyrics under his breath, almost bathing in her beautiful image.
His hair was sticky, armpit stains and a pale face was Oliver now.
Maybe he should not've tried so hard.

After she finished her concert, she bowed. "Thank you California!" She said, as she left.
"Oh great, I have to face Oliver now." She moaned.
"Relax." Lilly said kindly.
"How can I relax when Oliver can find out it's me!" Hannah protested.
"Take a chill-pill I'll order us a nice pizza for us to relax." Lilly smirked.
As Hannah took a seat at her auto-graph table, she waited For Oliver. She whispered to Lilly,
"Maybe If I act like i'm in love with him, he won't like me!" Hannah said.
Oliver came over.
"Well, arn't you hot. Maybe we could go out sometime." Hannah smiled, looking into Olivers eyes.

Oliver slammed the wad of Hannah faces on the table, trembling.
"Wh--What did you just say?"
He asked her, thinking he had not heard corectly, blushing slightly.
He stared back into her eyes and actually sank to the floor.
But he picked himself up again.
It seemed he had not noticed she was Miley.
He laughed nervously, thrusting his arm forward.
"Signmyarmpleaseit'stheleastyoucando."
He quickly said, as the line surged forwards.
It seemed he had quite not believed she had said he was 'hot'.

It was just my imagination playing tricks.. Yeah.. SHe wouldn't say that. She'd save it for when we were married.
His arm he had put forward was shaking terribly.
"I..If there's no.No time you don't have to sign these..H.....Hannah."
He said.
"I'm your biggest fan."
He tried to squeeze everything in before the crowd got angry.

Hannah smiled.
"I just said that you were cute, want to go out sometime? Hannah said while signing Olivers hand, arm and a few other fan's auto-graphs.
Hannah waited for the response, as she flicked her golden hair.
"I think he's speechless." Lilly said.
"Ya think." Hannah said.
"There you go sweeties." Hannah said to some 8 year olds.
"I didn't think he'd be this speechless!" Lilly admitted.

Oliver looked like a goldfish, the way he was opening and shutting his mouth.
He then emitted a squeak, and hid his face of the embarrassment.
"Y.S..Yeah."
he managed to say, barely able to breath.
This must be a dream. I'll wake up in my own bed with my alarm going off.
He decided he would agree.
Oliver decided that when he got home, he'd laminate his arm that she signed.
Oliver couldn't believe this was happening.
His heart was beating ten times it's normal speed, his mouth dry.

Roxy shouted,
"Okay kiddies. Auto-graph time up!"
She looked at Oliver.
"I got mah eyeeees on yooooou." she threatened.
Hannah got up, "Seeya Lil-- Lola!" she said quickly, holding hands with Oliver.
"So, what's your name?"
"O-oliver.." He said shyly.
"Great, mine is Hannah." Hannah smirked.
Wait, doesn't everyone know i'm Hannah? Anyway, poor Oliver. He's trying too hard for me.
"So, where should we go? Cinema.. Resturant.. Picnic.. How about Romeo and Juliette?" Hannah smiled.
Hannah suddenly pinched Oliver gentley.
"Don't worry, this isn't a dream." She said softly, her floral breath echoing through Olivers mind.
Hannah was wearing her sunglasses, so nobody noticed her.. Luckily.

Oliver had jumped back at Roxy's comment, frowning slightly.
But when Hannah held his hand he almost fainted.
Well, he guessed that sorted one thing out.
If this wasn't a dream.. He was... He was going to be Mr. Montana!
Oliver gasped aloud, blushing even worse than before as all fan's eyes were on Hannah and him.
Oliver jumped as she pinched him, his grip on her hand tightening.
"Well..Err......I dunno."
He pathetically said, looking at the floor.
Oliver didn't feel hungry at the moment.
He was too busy drowning in Hannah Montana land.

Hannah smirked.
This is kinda funny.
"So, is it okay if I call you Ollie?" Hannah smiled.
"Sure." Oliver said slowly.
"Well, i'll pay for the tickets- Oh! And forget Roxy, she doesn't mean to be a pain in the butt. Treat yourself to snacks, We can share a drink AND a bucket of pop corn!" Hannah said while blushing. She handed over to Oliver $100.
She strutted up to the counter.
"Two tickets to Romeo and Juliette please." she said kindly.
"That'll be 50 bucks please." The lady said in a dull voice.
"Give yourself a tip."
Hannah smirked, giving the lady 20 dollars.
"Gee, thanks lady."
"Are you ready to see the film, Mr. Montana?" Hannah smiled while giving Oliver a quick peck on the cheek.

Oliver slwoly shook his head.
"Nah.. Keep it."
He thrusted the money back at Hannah.
Oliver was finally starting to not be so nervous.
Though, all failed when she kissed him on the cheek.
Because he tripped over nothing and fell in the aisle.
Oliver quickly got himself up, dusting the popcorn off his clothes and shaking it out his hair.
He quickly looked around.
"I need to go to the men's room."
He quickly said and dashed off.

Oliver splashed water over his pasty face.
"Pull yourself together. Maybe she does this to all her male fans.. Yeah.. It's a cool breeze. She always does this to make em' crazy."
He took a comb and hair gel out of his pocket and continued to comb and spread hair gel down to flatten it in places.

Hannah smiled as Oliver came out.
"I don't do this to all my fans you know, your the first." She said softly as she had her hands filled with Jumbo popcorn and sweets and drinks. As Oliver came over to her, she held his hand into the film.
As any sad parts about crying or love came, Hannah would cuddle up to Oliver.

Oliver was watching Hannah all the way through the movie as if she were the movie itself.
He chewed on popcorn, putting anything in his mouth that his hand was on.
even when the popcorn ran out he took his straw from the drink and chewed on it.
Wide-eyed, he stared, and when she cuddled up to him, a sigh would escape.
His hair was getting greasier and greasier as the movie went along, his mouth open slightly in awe of Hannha, and not the movie.
He cared nothing about the movie, only that Hannah was holding his hand in a romantic way and not just for crayons.

When the movie was finished and they exited the building, Hannah smiled her glossy lips, winked her shimmering silver eyes and waved her golden high-lighted hair, that was enough to make anyone faint.
"Are you free tomorrow?" Hannah asked.
"Well, I have a biology test but all that matters is you." Oliver smiled.
Hannah attempted to sighs a sweet sigh.
I think i'm actually enjoying this date.. Hannah thought arkwardly.
When there were tons of cars, and it was on a edge of a cliff and moon was shining bright on Hannah and Oliver.
Hannah stepped up to whisper to Oliver.
"I really had a nice-time." Hannah admitted.
"W-we could d-d-d-o it agai-ain some-som-sometime.." Oliver shivered nervously.
"Don't be scared." Hannah said.
As Hannah pulled Oliver down, she made-out with him.
ew...

Oliver started to panick.
What do I dooo? I've never made out with someone........I know.. I'll do what the movie guys do.

He kissed her passionately,closing his eyes, running his fingers through her hair, trying not to put too much weight on her as he was on her.
Though he was very light and skinny.
But he felt something move.
"Err...."
He broke away.
"Have you ever had cancer?"
He plainly asked her, feeling what seemed to be a wig, moving between his fingers.
He was sweaty and tired, only after the first minute.
He was just wondering if she had cancer.
he'd still be madly deeply in love with her.
"Cause' if you do, it was on none of your fan bases."
He admitted, hair hiding his confused eyes, lips pink with lipstick.

Hannah panicked.
"Nope. I just added high-lights in my hair.."
"What's that got to do with it?" Oliver said.
"The person said that my hair may be alittle rough the first few weeks."
Hannah said.
"Oh.." Oliver said.
Phew! I thought he was going to find out.
"One second." Hannah said, adjusting her lipstick.
"Err, what are you doing?" Oliver asked, not seeing the make-up.
"I have to make myself look pretty. Why don't we do this somewhere else. People are staring." Hannah said, putting on some more lip-stick on.
"Let's go to my house." oliver said.
Hannah agreed, following Oliver to his house. Then they continued.
As at the movies, Hannah dragged him down to be made-out with.

But suddenly, a large lady in a cop uniform stormed in.
"FREEZE! YOU|'RE ON MY PROPERTY TEENAGERS!"
She sad, pointing a gun at the two of them on the sofa.
Hannah screamed, but Oliver panicked.
"Err...Mum.. Err."
"O..Oliver?"
Came the deep voice of his mum, she slipped the gun in her pocket.
"Someon's raping you?!!"
She yelled, pushing Oliver aside as if he were a pillow.
"FREEZE, PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOURBACK!"

Hannah screamed as she was jerked up by her fist, and dragged from place to place. Soon, she froze as ice-cold hand-cuffs were thrust onto her fists.
"Muum.. You're embarassing me on my first date." Oliver whispered.
"Oh, sorry honey." Oliver's mum said as she unlocked the hand-cuffs. "You're free to go for now, but I'm keeping both my eyes on you little pretty head." Olivers mum said sharply, as she jerked her hand-cuffs off and into her case.
Hannah took Olivers hand and went outside.
"Well, That was arkward.." Oliver said.
Too arkward, for words. I don't think I could ever go near Oliver or his mum ever.. To arkward, to scary and too wrong.
"thanks for the date. We'll go to a returant next-time. I'll pay." Hannah said, making out with Oliver for the last time.

Oliver grinned and went back inside to his mum.
"WHat was that spectacle?!"
Oliver's mum looked angry.
"You never know what could happen! My enemies always go for my close ones."
Oliver sighed.
"Mum.. I'm going to bed."
HE slammed the door behind himself and went upstairs,d ressing into his blue PJs and brushing his teeth.
He washed his face with moisturiser and lay down on his Hannah Deuvey.
"Best night of my life."
He sighed, smiling.
"I can't wait for the next date. This time'll I'll have courage. I'll buy flowers!"
He couldn't sleep so he actually did his homework!
The sound of his mum going to bed was loud as she stomped about.
Oliver was doodling on his math homework drawing of Hannah and him in a married car.

Miley kept thinking.
What If I love him?
5 hours later, Miley got up dressed and ready.
Great. Now Olivers going to brag.
Miley sighed as she took her white bag, taking Beary out of the bag. and taking in her exams, make-up and phone.
Jackson came in, "Hello Hannah stinktana."
There was a pause.
"Bud, Lily incoming in 5.. 4... 3... 2.. 1-" Robbie-ray said.
"YOU KISSED HIM?" Lilly said.
"Kissed who?" Robbie said.
"Daddy. Anyway, Lily.. Did he tell everyone?" Miley sighed.
"Of course, but noone believed him." Lily said.
Phew..
As Miley came out with Lilly she saw Oliver and smiled.



She then walked with Oliver.
"Guess what!" Oliver said, smirking.
Miley and Lily paused. "Ya kissed Hannah Montana. Suuuuuuuuuuuuure." They both said, giving each-other a high-five.
"No! Really! I Did!!" Oliver protested.
"And I kissed Justin Timberlake." Miley said.
"Really?" Oliver said.
"How was it!" Lily squeeled.
Miley sighed before slapping them both on the shoulder.
"How was your `kiss`" Miley said, giggiling.