heyy people! This is gonna eb a bunch of oneshots about the only TV show couple I care about: MOLIVER!! I know I know, hold your applause please. Anyway, I'm taking my Moliver oneshot "Will You Come?" and making it the first chap, and the rest I will eb making new ones. Hope you like! No matter what PLEASE review!!

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Will You Come?

one

I cannot believe I'm here. I can't believe I'm here at SINGING TRYOUTS. I can't SING! Well, I can, and I like it, but it's not like I could ever do it pro like Miley or anything or anything! I so shouldn't be here, but because of Miley I am. She had to keep saying "Oh, Oliver, you looooove to sing. You should go out for the chorus! Pretty pleaaase? For meeeeee?"

Why on earth did I listen to her? Oh yeah, my lifelong crush on her might have something to do with it.

"Up next, Oliver Oken." The lady in charge of chorus said. I took a deep nervous breath.

"You can do it Oliver!" I heard being yelled from the back of the auditorium. I turned to see it was Miley. Pretty little Miley was sitting there, smiling at me and giving me a thumbs up. I gave her one back and walked up onto the stage.

Well, apparently, I'm the best male freshman singer the chorus has ever scene! They lady in charge, Mrs. Kay, loved me so much; she said I was an automatic in.

"Terrific job, Mr. Oken!" she said to me when tryouts were over.

"Thanks," I said.

"Congrats Ollie!!" Miley squealed, hugging me from behind. "I'm so proud of you!!"

"Thanks. And you're gonna be there for my concert, right?" I asked.

"Front row, Ollie; front row."

Well, it was show night, and I was peeking through the curtain to the audience. But Miley wasn't anywhere.

"You better get in your spot, Oliver." Mrs. Kay came up to me. I didn't answer. "You looking for someone?"

"Yeah, but maybe she had a thing she forgot about or something." I said.

"Ok, well, it's show time." Mrs. Kay walked away. I followed and walked over to my spot on stage.

Why wasn't Miley there? She said she'd be there first row. Maybe she had a last second Hannah thing that she had to go to. She wouldn't miss it on purpose. This is Miley we're talking about.

two.

It's been a year since that concert. And right now it was the day before my annual concert. I was walking down the hall with Miley.

"You're concert was great last night, Miles." I said.

She giggled that cute giggle of hers. "Thanks Ollie."

"Hey, I've got an extra ticket for my next school concert. You want to come see it?" I asked nervously.

"Sure," she said, "sounds like fun!"

"Cool, so I'll see ya tonight?"

She gave me a peck on the cheek. "Totally." Then the bell rang, and she walked off. I just watched her, lightly rubbing the spot on my cheek that she blessed with her lips.

I was standing behind the curtain the next night, doing the breathing thing Miley did before Hannah concerts. It really helped.

"Hey Oliver!" I heard from behind me. It was Kaela, my friend that I met in chorus.

"Hey, you excited?" I asked.

"Totally, and nervous. But my family's here, so it shouldn't be bad." She said.

"Oh, where are they?" I asked. We walked over to the curtain and looked through at the audience.

"Right there," Kaela said, pointing to a blonde couple. "Are your parents here?"

"Yeah," I said, pointing to where I knew my parents and Miley were sitting. "They're right there, with-"

Nobody. Nobody was sitting with my parents. There was an empty seat next to my mom. The seat that was supposed to be Miley's. Again, she wasn't here. This was not supposed to be like Miley. This wasn't her being a friend.

"With who?" Kaela asked. I sighed angrily and shook my head.

"Nobody."

three

Another year had gone by. I was sixteen, and it was a week before summer break. Miley, Lilly and I haven't hung out as much this year. But I wanted to try and get our friendship back.

I was walking up to Lilly and Miley, who were eating lunch together.

"Hi guys," I said. They looked up at me, and seemed surprised to see me.

"Hi Oliver." Miley said.

"What's happening, Oken?" Lilly asked.

"I was wondering if you two wanted to come to my concert tomorrow night." I said.

"You're still in chorus?" Miley asked in a very surprised tone. It was almost as if she forgot she was the whole reason I was in chorus.

"If Oliver here's in it, I think it should be dorkus." Lilly said jokingly. I rolled my eyes.

"So do you wanna come or not?"

"Sure, I guess we could." Lilly said, taking the tickets out of my hand.

"Cool I guess," I said. Now there was an awkward silence between all of us. We never used to have awkward silences. This wasn't like us.

"Well, um see ya," I said, walking away.

I was nervously waiting for Mrs. Kay to tell us all it was time to get into our places. I no longer did the Hannah exercise.

"Hey Oliver," I heard a familiar voice say. It was Lilly.

"Lilly? What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I came to wish you good luck." She said.

"Thanks," I said, looking over her shoulder. "Um, where's Miley?"

"Didn't you hear? Jake Ryan asked her out! They're dating now! She couldn't come because she's on her first date tonight." Lilly said as if it were the best thing in the world.

Which it wasn't. I know I don't hang out with Miley or talk with her a lot anymore, but you don't stop loving your first love! Or at least that's what I thought. because at that moment, I lost it. I lost all hope in Miley. She was no longer the girl I loved. She wasn't even the friend I cared about. We could have rebuilt our friendship if we tried. But she crossed the line when she said yes to Jake Ryan. Miley was no longer a part of my life.

"Oliver?" Lilly asked. "Are you ok?"

I mentally shook my thoughts. "Yeah. I'll be fine. You better get to your seat." Lilly nodded and started walking away.

"Lilly?" I called. She stopped walking and turned around, giving me a questioning look. "Thanks for coming."

She smiled. I knew, as annoying as she could be, Lilly and I were still buds. She walked away, and I walked over to my spot on stage as I fixed my tie.

I didn't know if I could do well tonight. I thought I'd be thinking of Miley and how she totally was a bitch. But when the curtain opened, and the audience started to applaud, I knew that I wouldn't think of Miley ever again.

four.

It was my final year at Seaview High. I was walking down the hall, quietly singing my lines for tonight's concert. Yup, I was still in chorus. But I've obviously been doing well, because Mrs. Kay gave me a solo. She said I could sing whatever song I wanted, and I'd be just me. I decided to sing this cool song "Lean on Me" – the awesome Mitchel Musso remix. I was just getting to the second verse when I bumped into someone.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" they yelled. I looked down to the person, and they looked up at me. Our eyes locked.

It was Miley.

"Sorry." I scoffed.

"Whatever, Oken. But next time I suggest you look where you're walking. Loser." She said and started to walk away.

Ok, what the freaken hell?!

I turned around too see her still walking away. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I said loudly. She stopped and slowly turned around.

"Excuse me?" she asked, walking back over to me.

"What is wrong with you?" I repeated, now frowning.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you!" she said back.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, no self respecting senior boy would still be chorus." She snorted.

"Miley, you're the one who told me to be in chorus, you idiot!"

"How dare you think you can speak to me like that!" she snapped.

"Miley, you ain't Jake Ryan's girlfriend anymore; you can't walk all over people. He DUMPED you." I said.

"Get your facts strait! I dumped him. He wasn't worth my time or affection."

"You're right; no one should have to go the ultimate torture of being your boyfriend."

"Excuse you-" Miley began to say.

"No, excuse you, Miley. I can't believe you."

"What did I do!" she yelled.

"Nothing and everything! You did everything to me, but in the eyes of someone else it'd seem like you didn't do anything. And you didn't. Why did you stop being my friend, and why did you start being a bitch?" I demanded.

This really got to her I think, because she didn't answer me right away. She lowered her head too.

"If Jake was still my boyfriend, he'd beat you up for that." she said with less confidence.

"Well he's not anymore. Good luck finding someone else." I spat.

"It's weird, because for years, and even today, my daddy says it should have been you." she said.

"Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't date girls who turn into snobs and who aren't real friends." I said.

"I never said I thought it!" she said defensively. We locked eyes again.

"But you thought it." I said. And I knew I was right, because her big eyes widened for a second.

"No! I'd never think that about you." she said with even less confidence.

I thought for a long time whether to ask what was on my mind at the moment, but I knew I had too.

"Do you still love Jake?" I asked. She seemed shocked and surprised at the question and didn't answer me for a long time. "Well? Do you?"

". . . . no." she said. I watched her after she answered, and she was fumbling with her fingers. All our lives, she did that when she wasn't telling the truth about something.

"You're lying." I said.

She looked up. "Am not!"

"Yes you are, Miley. You may hate me and I may hate you, but we were friends at one point. And I know when you're lying, so quit the act." I rolled my eyes.

"Oken, I promise-" she began.

"Like you promised to come to all of my school concerts?" she lowered her head. "Yeah, I thought so.

"Miley, I used to like you. I really, really liked you. Hell, I think I actually loved you. You were my dream girl. I would never have gone out for chorus if you weren't so persistent. You wanted me to do it. And all I ever wanted to do was make you happy. That was, until you ditched me. I don't know why you didn't come to my first two concerts, and why you thought it was okay to ditch my last one to go on a date with Jake. One concert; I just wanted you to come to one concert. If you did, it would have made me think that everything was going to be okay. But I'm, over it now. I'm over you. I don't love you anymore. I have no respect for you. I don't know what made you this way, but it's not good. And I used to care about that a lot. But now, I couldn't care less. Now, go back to Jake and beg him to take you back; you know you'll regret it, because we both know you still love him." I said. I turned around and started to walk away.

"Do you really hate me?" I heard her ask quietly. I turned around. Her eyes were wide, and it looked like they were filled with tears.

"Not at first. But I hated how much you hurt me. You never came to my concerts, Miley. I always came to Hannah's. And you were the only person I ever wanted there." I turned back around and continued walking.

"I really don't love Jake." I heard her say again. I stopped for a moment, but never looked back, and continued walking.

"I don't hate you, Oliver." Was the last thing I heard. But I didn't stop, or look back; I just continued walking.

Miley wasn't going to break me that easily after all the hurt she put me through.

I was standing backstage nervously. I've done plenty of these little concerts before, but I never got to do my own solo song.

Out of instinct I peeked thought he curtain to see who was out there. I don't know why; Lilly was gone on vacation, and my parents were away too; there was nobody there for me.

But then I saw this girl. She was sitting in the very front row, all by herself. She caught my eye, and gave me a smile. a tear even feel down her cheek.

It was Miley.