i am alive !!

just secretly been working on this story, amongst others. i've had a much needed break from fanfiction - and now im back! for real this time, i can now officially gurantee a update at least once a week. i know i say that all the time, but now i feel like i can finally write again. i've been having a huge writers block, especially for 'you belong with me' - which im still a bit cautious to start writing for again. if you have any ideas for that story, dont hesitate to pm me - i would love some help and ideas atm!

i am extremely sorry if your a fan of my other stories, because of the lack of updates - but i've just been ignoring any emails from fanfiction, so im not even up to date with the stories i read - but hopefully i can get back into my old writing/reading routine!

looking forward to hearing from you guys again, so review and let me know what you think of this new story!

ps. the title is not taken from the movie, it is an actual phrase that i wanted to use. xx

The Bucket List

"Remind me again why I'm here." Oliver groaned, throwing his body onto Miley's couch, lifelessly.

"Because, my apartment is an absolute mess." Twenty five year old Miley Stewart complained, walking out of her room with a black bag.

"And it's taken you a year to figure that out?" Oliver raised his eyebrows.

Miley ignored his sarcastic comment, and then sat herself on his lap. "Anyway because your my bestest friend ever, your here to help me go through my old stuff, and help me get rid of half of this junk – I mean I have things dating back to when we were in high school."

"High school? Jees, that was a long time ago." Oliver told her, shifting his legs so Miley got up. "What kind of stuff have you got?" He asked as he followed her into her spare bedroom.

"All kinds of stuff." She grinned then opened the white closest door to reveal five big boxes at the bottom. She lifted them onto her bed, and then began fishing through the first one. "Oh my god – Alex Jones, freshman year."

"Oh because he was such a stud." Oliver smirked then swiped the photo out of Miley's hands. "Oh god – this is bad. Miles' you were like the prettiest girl in our class, how did you honestly end up with him?"

"Hey, he was cute!" Miley defended. "And thanks – but I thought you always thought Jennifer was the prettiest girl you had ever seen?"

"That was then, looking back – it was totally you. I feel honoured that I had the hottest best friend in high school." He laughed.

Miley looked over to him, and then smiled. They truly were best friends. From kindergarten, all the way through to high school. They had each other's backs, told each other everything – they had such an amazing bond. A bond that survived the missing years of college, where Miley went off to become a drama teacher and Oliver stayed in Malibu studying sports.

Now they both worked at Sea View High, Miley teaching English, and Oliver being basketball coach and physical education teacher.

"Oh wow, look at these." Miley gasped, pulling out a group of photos of her and Oliver when they were in high school. "Aw look at us Ol'- we look so young."

"I was one hot kid." Oliver grinned. "Isn't it funny how we've stayed friends all this time – I mean half the people we know live across the country, yet were still together?"

Miley shifted closer, and let her head fall on Oliver's shoulders. "Because were best friends Oliver. Remember we pinkie swore we'd be best friends forever? That night – 8th grade was it?"

"Oh yeah –I remember. Well I'm glad – I can't imagine my life without you honestly Miles'." He told her sincerely, kissing her head. He let his eyes slide off to the box beside him, where he gasped. "No way, no way – this can't be.."

"What?" Miley asked, lifting her head up, and watching him grab a big envelope from the box. "What is it?"

"Remember on your birthday night, we were sitting on the balcony of your room, and we saw that shooting star?" Oliver asked, not taking his eyes off the envelope in front of him.

"Yeah.. You wished for an A in the Algebra test, and I wished for a date with Harrison Tanner – which we both got.." Miley said slowly.

"Yeah, but remember then we were talking about wishes and dreams, and you decided to write a list of things you wanted to do before you die?" Oliver reminded her, then lifted up the envelope that neatly had printed on top, 'Miley Stewarts List of Things to Do before I Die.'

Miley's eyes widened, then snatched the large brown envelope off Oliver and tore it open, opening up the white sheet of paper. "Oh my god – remember this! I can't believe I kept it all this time!"

"I can't believe you haven't been out doing this stuff." Oliver shook his head.

"Me? Remember you signed this to promise me you'd attempt everything with me – remember Mr. Oken?" Miley raised her eyebrows, then started scanning the page. "I will, climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower, swim with dolphins, go skinny dipping, watch the sun rise with the person I love, get a tattoo, bury a time capsule, wow – throw a dart onto a map and visit wherever it lands."

"Sounds fun." Oliver shrugged. "So what's keeping us from doing this stuff?"

"I don't know, I mean-"

"Okay good, nothing." He cut her off sharply. "I say we complete this list Miley – I promised you I would help you, school is ending soon so that means were off work forever, come on – we could spend the whole summer trying to do this list!

"Really? You would take off a whole summer to help me complete some stupid list I made when I was seventeen?" Miley asked.

"I'd take a whole summer to help you any day Miley, you know that. And besides, it'll be fun – look at all the other crap you've got on here, get something named after you, ride a gondola in Venice, plant a tree, fall in love – hold on, plant a tree – are you freaking serious? Why would you want to do that?"

"I don't know – it would be fun I guess." Miley shrugged.

"Not the world I would have used, but whatever. Anyway, are you in?" He asked, throwing his hand out, waiting for her to reply.

Miley stared down at his open hand, and then back at his eager, happy face. She smiled back at him, then threw her hand onto his. "I'm in."

..HM

Miley handed over a hot mug of hot chocolate to Oliver, as she joined him on the sofa later that night. "So it's just going to be us two this summer?" She asked him, then took a sip out of her own mug.

"Miley' it's just us two all year round – were not exactly the social butterflies of this town." He reminded her.

"Hey, you make us sound like dorks. We go out – like sometimes, and come on Lilly comes home a lot, we see her – we got out for dinner all the time-"

"That's because neither of us can cook." Oliver smirked. "Which by the way, I think we need to cut the dinners down – I'm only on a teacher's salary remember."

Miley laughed. "Were going to have to start organizing everything then, you know like booking flights, trips – stuff like that. Which one should we do first?"

"Well, I was thinking earlier – we could bury a time capsule? I mean you've got tons of stuff from high school, that we could just put in a box and bury down the park or something? I mean you wanted to get rid of a few stuff anyway?" Oliver suggested.

Miley thought about it for a while, before nodding enthusiastically. "You know what – that's a great idea, we can do it tomorrow? Then tomorrow night we can discuss flights and stuff, right?"

"And so the fun begins.."

i didnt want to do much with the first chapter, so dont worry - improvement is coming shortly.

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