Oy…

I am soooo sorry. This goes out to all the readers of 25 Days. I just realized that I couldn't be committed to that – seeing as I have a crapload of homework every day. Huge bio tests have conquered, and now physics homework has decided to slap me in the face.

Anyways, I can't continue 25 Days – but I'll keep it as a ficlet collection if ever I have any sudden inspiration.

To compensate for the whole Christmas thing, here is a story that WILL be finished before Christmas. I promise. If I don't I'll write a hundred Hannah Montana fics.

I decided to chop the story up, so the next chapter will have the final three years.

So… please try to enjoy, and please review. I will update ASAP… with your motivation, and completed physics homework.

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Eight

Five

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It took eight Christmases to bring two people together.

Their first was in sixth grade when everyone was rained in at the Stewarts' first Christmas Day party.

"Make snow angels with me?" Oliver asked, and Miley looked at him strangely.

"It don't snow here," she said, her southern accent still strong, and he smiled and nodded.

"I know. But wouldn't it be cool if it did?" he said with a wide grin, and she sighed tiredly. That marked the beginning of Oliver's yearly obvious and Oliver-like questions.

The next Christmas, Miley hadn't decided what exactly to get Oliver. So, her dad saved her, and wrapped something up. Judging from the fact that it was in a card, it was probably a twenty dollar bill.

It had been Oliver's turn to hold the annual Christmas party, and it was his turn to open presents. He ripped the envelope open, and pulled out the card. Within it was a set of two Hannah Montana concert tickets.

Miley gave Robby Ray a 'what were you thinking?' look. The older country singer smiled and shrugged.

"Awesome, Miley!" he exclaimed, after kissing the tickets. "Go to the concert with me?"

Although she was flattered, she knew she'd have to turn him down - because of the whole her being Hannah Montana thing.

"Um… sorry, I can't. I have – I have a thing that I have to do that night," she shrugged apologetically. "But, thanks."

Oliver shrugged too.

"Okay. Your loss," he said playfully, waving the tickets in her face temptingly.

The Christmas of eighth grade was spent in New York. The trio had gone together, and their parents had unfortunately been invited along. Lily had been dragged around with her parents, Oliver's parents dragged his younger brother around, leaving him at the hotel because he'd slept in, and Robby Ray was taking care of some Hannah business.

Due to major boredom – even though he'd been able to watch on Miley's plasma screen TV in her hotel room – he rolled over on the couch, to watch Miley comb her hair. Then he said the words he knew he'd regret saying.

"Walk with me?" he asked, and she put the comb down and looked at him curiously. "You know. Around the city," he shrugged, standing.

She smiled softly and nodded.

"Okay... let me just grab my coat – and my wallet," she said, and he barred his teeth together, knowing that was some sort of indication for a shopping spree.

Then there was freshman year.

Right after Hannah's Christmas Special concert, he and Miley had gotten locked in her dressing room.

"I'm supposed to sign some CDs too… good going Oliver!" she complained, pulling her bathrobe tighter around herself.

"Sorry… well, Lily's waiting too. So, you can either sit here and keep blaming me, or climb out the window with me," he said, pointing at the open window.

She sighed again – a sigh he'd grown accustomed to.

"Fine. Let me change first," she said.

He nodded, and crossed his arms.

"Um, turn around," she said, twirling her index finger around in the air, with a blush.

He turned red too, and twirled, shutting his eyes, and covering his face.

Sophomore year they'd spent Christmas Eve at Lily's.

Everyone had been scattered around the house, chatting with relatives, and forking food from a plate. The teens spent the evening in the basement, playing video games, doing karaoke, and eating.

Oliver had been on the couch, pounding the buttons on the PlayStation 2 controller.

"Hey, Miley," he called her name out of the blue, as he continued to play.

She'd been chatting away with Lily, eating cake behind the couch, when she turned back to see the back of Oliver's head.

"Yeah?" she asked, stuffing more cake into her mouth.

He never turned around, but continued to play the game against Jackson.

"Go to the winter formal with me?" he asked, as Jackson laughed – not at the question.

"Is that all ya got?!" he said, as he attacked Oliver's character, which took the seriousness out of Oliver's question.

"Uh, sure, I guess," she shrugged.

"Awesome," he replied, and his character died.

Lily looked at Miley with surprise.

"…. What?" she asked, blushing as she turned to eat more cake.

Junior year then came around.

Jake had come back to Malibu, though he decided not to beg Miley to be with him again. Christmas Eve was especially hectic. The actor decided to have a casual Christmas Party and dance with his closest friends – composed of other actors, and of course, the golden trio.

Oliver sat restlessly at a table at one part of the dance hall, close to the dance floor, along with Lily and Miley, who looked on at the happy people dancing.

"Whoa! Is that Kelly Clarkson? And Heath Ledger? And –"

"Yeah, there are a lot of famous people, Lily," Miley rolled her eyes. She was too busy looking on in envy as Jake danced with some bubbly blonde airhead from their school. Oliver noticed this and sighed.

"Hey blondie! Are you just gonna sit there?" Jackson said, as he came up and extended a hand to Lily.

"Uh –"

He pulled her up and onto the dance floor.

Miley was too busy glaring at Jake to notice that Lily had left.

"Miley," Oliver called, moving his chair over, closer to her. "Miley…" he called again.

"What?" she snapped angrily, though the anger diminished when she saw the slightly surprised look on Oliver's face.

"Dance with me?" he asked meekly, holding out a hand.

She suddenly felt overwhelmingly guilty, but the feeling melted away when he smiled genuinely.

"Sure," she said, she let him take her hand.