A/N: This sort of goes along with the Moliverfans challenge as I this involves a dance... but sort of does not... I dunno. This came to me as we were discussing how Moliver might begin and I was struck with this cute little scene. Short, almost drabble-ish, mostly just a sappy one-shot. Much shorter than I usually write but still worth a read, especially if you are in a sad mood. Again, this is incredibly sappy and overly cute. I was in an incredibly sappy mood at the time so this is intended to be like this. Let me know your thoughts as usual. Cheers!

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Memorable Dances

It was the end-of-school dance. The couples around the gymnasium were dancing to the band, enjoying themselves with their dates. Many were dancing with their boyfriend or girlfriend, staring at each other lovingly, some even so lost in each other they were dancing slowly to a song that only they could hear. Miley Stewart sighed as she thought of how romantic this dance was and how much she wished she was out there with–

"I'm bored."

Miley sighed again and rolled her eyes as she heard her best friend Oliver Oken repeat himself for what she thought must be the twentieth time in the past half-hour. Neither had wanted to find a proper 'date' for the dance and had instead agreed to go together. They were sitting together at a table removed from the dance floor, Oliver surrounded by several plates empty except for occasional crumbs.

"Well so am I. All I have done is watch you eat half the snack table," she said with a scoff. Indicating her dress she added, "I bought this thing specifically for the dance!"

"Then let's dance," he suggested, standing up abruptly and offering her his hand. Miley was caught off guard by his willingness and was too shocked to take it. Oliver rolled his own eyes and grabbed her hand and directed the now grinning Miley to the dance floor.

The band was currently playing a fast song and couples were currently grinding with each other. Miley took over and manoeuvred Oliver immediately to the centre of the floor and began dancing closely to him, moving herself up and down in front of him. The two began bumping and rubbing each other to the rather garage-techno beat to the song. Miley and Oliver both began looking into each others eyes, moving and grinding even closer to each other. Just as the two began really getting into the song, the song stopped.

The band then struck up a slow song, catching both Miley and Oliver off guard. As Oliver turned to walk back to their table, Miley snatched his hand and yanked him back.

"I wanted to dance, so we're dancing," she said firmly as she stared intently at Oliver.

"Right!" he replied automatically. Miley gave him a thankful smile and immediately pulled Oliver's hands down to her hips and put her own around his neck. Oliver flinched slightly and noticeably began to colour at the placement of his hands but Miley paid him no attention as the two began to sway slightly to the slow rhythm of the song.

Miley looked around at the neighbouring couples and saw many embracing closely, some even sharing a soft kiss with their partner. Miley looked up into the eyes of Oliver and just stared as she attempted to see the emotions behind them. Oliver too looked down into Miley's eyes and smiled.

As Miley gazed into Oliver's eyes, she saw herself spilling frog juice over him in nervousness; she saw Oliver stalking herself as Hannah Montana and her nervous reactions to his 'love' for her glamerous, super-star alter-ego; she saw herself 'bailing' on him for Romeo and Juliet, her subsequent stage-fright, then Oliver standing up from the crowd to help her during Top Rockers; she saw herself flying in a chicken suit to prevent Oliver from breaking up with the one girl that fancied him and made him happy; she saw herself with Mike Standley the III backstage; she saw herself make a fool of herself as she fought to keep herself in his life as he dated Joanie.

As Oliver looked into Miley's eyes, he saw himself following Hannah Montana and his insistent urge to proclaim his love to her; he saw Hannah remove her blonde wig to reveal his best friend Miley Stewart; he remembered being crushed by Miley as he heard her attack his acting skills, only to later stand up and sing to her as he saw her sad and lost face when she forgot her lines again; he saw himself over and over do every favour she asked of him, from running interference with Jackson to pretending to be Jackson; he then felt his heart sink again as he saw Miley's hurt face as she voiced her fears that Joanie was replacing her.

Miley and Oliver both looked each other in the eyes again as their flashbacks ended. Both continued to sway very slowly, unaware that the song was ending for the band to take a break.

Miley sighed yet again, contently resting her head against Oliver's chest, her eyes fluttering shut as she enjoyed the moment. Despite his slight nervousness at their proximity, Oliver rested his own head atop Miley's, smiling as he felt how perfectly they fit together. The memories of the years they had spent with each other brought each to whisper to the other.

"I love you," they said together. Neither had to look up at the other; both merely smiled contently and continued swaying with no music playing.

A/N: Told you it was sappy. Not incredibly proud of this but I had to get this out so I could focus on finishing my next chapter for The Confused World of Oliver Oken. Leave a review on your way out. Feedback is always welcome. Thanks mates. Cheers!