More Than Lovey Dovey

Author's Notes: I don't own Hannah Montana. I don't have anything against lovey dovey Loliver, I just like fighting-Loliver a little more. I wouldn't call this a songfic, but there are some lines from "My Life Would Without You" by Kelly Clarkson.

I'm at my house, waiting for Miley. We're going to have another slumber party.

I have been thinking about him every day now. He said I was getting too mushy, he said I was no longer… me. And so, he did the first thing he thought of; break-up with me. I sigh. I'm better without him, I guess. I'm crying now because I know that's not true.

Miley enters the room and whispers, "Oh sweet niblits." She walks over beside my bed. Lately, she's been nicer to me than usual, except when I complain about Oliver breaking up with him.

She sits next to me. "Sweet niblits, Lilly. It's been two months already. You should be over him by now." She has a rude tone.

"Miley!" I stand up from my bed. "Don't you get it?! I'm starting to think you don't even care! You're so selfish!"

Miley sighs in an 'I understand' tone. "I'm sorry Lilly but… I guess I just… ever since you two have been together, I was afraid we wouldn't be friends."

"What?!" I hive her a weird look.

"Yeah," Miley admits. "And he's a horrible person anyway. You don't need somebody like him."

I nod. "You know what? You're right."

I finally see the reason I d him once again. He was a horrible, lying, -using boy.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door.

Guess this means you're sorry, you're standing at my door…

I walk over to the door and open it. "Speak of the actual devil."

He comes inside anyway.

"What do you want?!" I roll my eyes.

"I just want to say…" he starts.

Guess this means you take back all you said before…

"I'm sorry," he says.

"I don't want your apology!" I nearly yell. "You… you… breaker-upper."

"Breaker-upper?" Miley asks.

"I'm-" Oliver starts.

"I can't believe I ever went out with you!" I say.

"I can't believe I ever went out with YOU!" Oliver finally gives up on trying to be nice.

"You girl-user!" I accuse.

"Lyer!"

"Stinkface!"

"Wanna-be-Joanie!"

"Wanna-be-back-with-Joanie!"

"Nuh-uh!" Oliver objected. "Take that back!"

"Make me!"

Suddenly, he grabs my cheeks and forces me into a kiss. I close my eyes. This is amazing, romantic, day-dreamy, and he seems to be smiling. And… wait a minute!

I open my eyes and smack him, forcing him to stop kissing me. "What the heck was that?! That was gross, disgusting, and you REALLY need a breath mint!"

"Oh yeah," Oliver says. "Well, your breath doesn't taste that good either. Word of advice – toothpaste is a GOOD thing."

I turn away from him and smirk. THAT'S my Ollie-pop. Obnoxious, rude, fun to fight with, funny, loveable. "You're not getting away with that!"

Being with you is so dysfunctional…

I jump onto him, making him fall hard on the floor. I kiss him forcefully, nearly breaking his neck.

I really shouldn't miss you, but I can't let you go…

"I hate you!" I say, then force him into another kiss, almost choking him.

"Ugh!" Miley says, walking out of my room.

She just doesn't understand!

More Than Lovey Dovey