Fandom: Hannah Montana
Pairings: Miley/Oliver, a little Miley/Jake I guess.
Comments: This is a sort of sequel to Torn Between Two Hannah's, Revisited So, I would highly suggest you read that first if you haven't already. I pretty sure that by assuming that Torn Between Two Hannah's takes place first I'm turning around the order in which the episodes were aired, but I'm also pretty sure they were aired out of production order, so I feel justified. Also I intentionally ignore some grammar rules, and I'm basically posting it here first so the Moliver fans (or whoever else really) in my flist can let me know what they think of it. So if you did that, you'd be my hero. But don't worry, if you don't after a week or so, I'll just say to heck with it and post at ff.net regardless.
Summary: Basically what Oliver’s thinking during this picture.
She grabs his shirt and he panics, but it’s almost a nice panic, initially at least, and he can tell from the brief flash of fear in her eyes that she’s panicking too. But he knows her panic is far from nice and he knows she would deny that the panic was ever there to begin with. He desperately, but unsuccessfully attempts to keep himself from glancing down at her lips. He can see the shine from her lip-gloss on her lower lip and he wonders if she would taste the same as she had on Halloween. Naively he tells himself she wouldn’t be able to lie to both of them this time, because he knows that she lied before or at least he’s convinced himself that he knows that she lied because any other reality is just too unsettling to deal with.
But then he remembers why they’re in this position in the first place and internally curses Jake and as she lets go of him he starts breathing again. He drops his jaw involuntarily as she stalks off and he fights to keep his fist from clinching. Somewhere in there he thinks he might have heard your dead to me but the ringing in his ears makes it hard to process anything, including his own thoughts.
And he decides he doesn’t care for Jake Ryan or the suddenly confining atmosphere of the hallways. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and leans against the cold metal locker, thinking there’s no way he’ll be able to make his way to class without doing something horrible to that idiot. But the ringing and the rage dissipate and he opens his eyes and Lilly’s looking at him like’s he crazy.
He ignores her because he thinks she might be right.