Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana.

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A/N: This is it! It happened, done, completed. The ending has finally come! I present you with the Epilogue to the story. Sorry this is a bit late, it was supposed to be up a few weeks ago, but I felt like it needed a bit of fixing. I wanted it to be perfect for you all :)

Thank you so much for keeping reading for the past 13 months (Wow, has it really been that long ago since I posted chapter 1?)

Make sure you keep track on my next Loliver stories that are coming up. If you enjoyed this one, you will like them, as well :)

Thanks for all the readers, the reviews, the subscriptions and favorites. Thanks for my Beta, Brina. Thank you, Hannah Montana and Disney, Mitchel and Emily, for creating such a wonderful couple.

Please note: This chapter is un-beta'd. I will re-upload the beta'd version in a few days. I just wanted you to read it first :)

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The Joys and Pains of Camping with an Oken

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Chapter 16 - Epilogue:

10 months later...

It was a sunny day and the change in the weather was welcome. The last few days were cloudy and chilly, but today the sun decided to come out and it couldn't be more perfect.

As he lay outside on the green grass, his arms behind his neck and his face facing the sky, he closed his eyes and let the warm sun kiss his skin.

He listened to his surroundings. The air buzzed with birds chipper and children's laughter. Somewhere, among the mass of tourists, soft violin music was playing. Foreign language entered his ears. The words slurred out of passersby and were unfamiliar. People came and went. Some stopped to take pictures, others chatted merrily.

He was completely mesmerized by this place. He never been there before and he intended to absorb the full effect the Champ de Mars could give.

He sat up, enough to lean against his elbows and looked up. The view of the great Eiffel Tower revealed before him and he couldn't help but smile. This place was magical, magical enough to cause him to smile just by looking at an architectural structure.

Paris was so beautiful. He never visited any other place that compared to it by its beauty. Now he knew why people called it the City of Love. He could easily see how young couples come here and celebrate their love for each other.

Speaking of which... he didn't come here alone, of course. Paris was only the first stop on Hannah's new Europe tour. This summer Lilly did not pass on coming along with Miley, and neither did he. After all, he couldn't quite leave his girlfriend and let her tour another continent while European guys could hit on her. Did you ever see a European guy? They're gorgeous. Not that he was insecure about his looks or of his and Lilly's relationship, but he would not risk it. Still, after almost a year later, this relationship seemed surreal to him, like it was taken out of someone else's life. Besides, why shouldn't he enjoy it as well when the entire trip was offered for free?

"Hey, Oliver!"

At the sound of his name being called, he turned around and a greater smile appeared on his face. Miley and Lilly were making their way over to him. He waved at them and stood up to greet them.

Lilly jogged over to him and greeted him with a kiss. "Took you long enough," he commented when they broke apart. The sound of Miley's fake retching when they kissed could not be ignored. Oliver took a good look at his girlfriend, noting how beautiful she looked. She had worn a floral summer dress and a red beret. He thought it looked cute on her.

Miley rolled her eyes and nudged Lilly's side. "You can blame this one right here. Acting all 'touristy' like she never has been to Paris before."

Lilly made a fake insulted face. "I have never been to Paris before!" she objected.

"Yeah, well..." Miley folded her hand over her chest and began to stutter. "Who...whose fault is that?"

"Yours," both Lilly and Oliver answered at once. They looked into each other's eyes with pride of sharing the same thought. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pressed a small kiss to her temple.

Miley squinted. "Oh, that's what I get, huh? No 'Thank you, Miley, for bringing us with you for four weeks in Europe on your private jet,' or something along the lines..." she ended mumbling.

Oliver and Lilly shared an amused look again, but then both shrugged.

"So, Miley, where's Jackson?" Oliver asked, changing the conversation to a lighter subject.

"Oh, we lost him when we passed by a group of girls earlier," she answered with a roll of her eyes. Oliver nodded with a smirk.

"Yeah and we basically have the whole day to ourselves," Lilly said, sounding cheerful. "No need to worry about Roxie, either. We slipped half the contents of the mini bar into her breakfast. Snickers and rum, a great combination!"

Oliver laughed, imagining a drunken Roxie snoring loudly on the couch back in hotel suite.

"Yeah, and Dad will be too busy to try and help her sober up that he will forget all about us," Miley added.

They began to walk down the garden, enjoying the view and taking pictures.

Oliver and Lilly walked hand and hand when a young guy selling roses stopped in front of them and said something in French.

"Huh..." Oliver said unsurely, looking nervously at Miley for help.

"He wants you to buy a flower, doofus," Miley noted the obvious. She turned to the guy and said with an-almost perfect French accent, "Combien pour une fleur?"

"Dix Euros," he answered with a smile.

Oliver's French was quite bad, but he did know that 'dix' meant 'ten'. "Whoa, quite expensive for a rose," he blurted out.

Lilly grabbed his arm. "Ollie, you really don't have to. Let's just go." He looked at her, seeing the mix of concern and anticipation in her eyes. He smiled, pulled out his wallet and handed the guy a red bill of ten Euros. The guy looked pleased with his sell and handed Lilly a beautiful, long stemmed rose and then walked off. Lilly blushed and smiled as she smelled her flower. The pure delight on her face was all that mattered to Oliver.

"Thank you," she said sweetly.

"Anything for you, mon amour," he said with a smile and hugged her.

Oliver couldn't help but notice Miley glancing at them with a glint of jealously in her eyes and he knew she must be missing Jake.

"Ugh," she then called in disgust. "You two are so tacky. I'm beginning to regret I made you become a couple in the first place," she complained. Oliver and Lilly rolled their eyes at her. "Can we go now?"

Oliver clapped his hands together. "Yes. Shall we go up?" he suggested, motioning with his eyes over to the Eiffel Tower.

"Yeah!" Lilly said excitedly.

"Great, we can have lunch there," Miley said.

Lilly then turned hesitant. "I don't know, Miley. Those restaurants must be really expensive."

"Did you forget who you're friends with?" she said. She opened her purse just enough for a blonde wig to peek out of it. "Trust me, even when Hannah keeps insisting to pay for the meal, they never take 'no' for an answer when they offer it to be 'on the house'."

They laughed and then began to walk over to the tower.

"So after we get back from Europe, we're still gonna have two more weeks before we go to college. Any suggestions what we're gonna do then?" Oliver asked.

The three of them got into Stanford. That was the plan, to become inseparable and spent the next four years of college together. "I think we'd be too busy to pack and settle final arrangements," Lilly said.

"Yeah, I agree," Miley added.

Oliver pouted. "But I was thinking of maybe go out camping the weekend before last? And I don't mean like last time. We should do it old-school, you know, like setting up a tent in the middle of a woods, eating s'mores by the fire, listening to wolf howls and bears –"

He was stopped in place and cut off when Lilly gently pressed her hands to his lips. "No," was all she said. She removed her hand and they kept walking, finally reaching the line to the elevators to the tower.

"Why not?"

"Oliver, I think it's a sweet idea, but I also think I've had enough camping for the next decade or so."

"I agree," Miley said again and both she and Lilly chuckled.

After they had a delicious lunch, which of course they did not pay for, like Miley said, Lilly and Oliver decided to go up to the third level of the tower to observe the city. Miley, who took off her Hannah wig before leaving the restaurant, felt she needed to call Jake, so she decided to leave them alone and go down, where she'd have a better signal on her phone.

Oliver and Lilly stood by the railings on the third level and watched Paris spread out before their eyes. It was a magnificent and romantic experience and Oliver was glad he shared it with Lilly.

Lilly ran her fingers over the stem of her rose. Suddenly she widened her eyes and looked as if she just remembered something. "I have something for you, too," she announced unexpectedly.

"Oh?" Oliver asked, now intrigued.

Lilly nodded. "Remember last night, after Miley's concert?"

"Not really. I was so tired. All I wanted was my pillow," Oliver joked and Lilly smirked in return.

"Yeah, so while you were snoring, Miley and I went out. And well... I did something..."

Oliver frowned suddenly. "Lilly, this is the worst way to tell me you cheated on me," he said.

She swatted his arm lightly. "Oh, just shut up and look."

She turned around, gathered her hair into her hand and lifted it up. Oliver noticed something dark on the back of her neck, a writing of sort, it contained five letters that said: O'MIKE.

"You like it?" she said as she looked at him over her shoulder.

Oliver was slightly surprised. "Wow... Um... I don't know," he said slowly. "It depends on how drunk you were, I guess."

Lilly turned around when she detected the weirdness in his tone of voice. "I wasn't drunk," she said. "I did it for you."

"Then I guess I should remind you that my name is Oliver."

She swatted his arm again, this time it was painful and he yelped. "It's a resemblance to your LOLA tattoo. It's a henna tattoo. My mum will kill me if I got a real one. I thought I'd get it inked for real when I'm older, but seeing your reaction, I guess I shouldn't bother," she said, folding her hands over her chest in offense.

"But you didn't even tell me what it means."

She looked up at him and he realized he was right. She sighed. "It means: 'Oliver: Most Irresistible Kisser Ever.'"

Oliver's eyebrows rose up at that, pleased to know the true meaning of the letters. "Oh, then in that case I'd have to say that you're damn right on that one," he said. Without giving her anytime to reply, he grabbed her by the waist, pulled her to him and pressed his lips to her firmly and it didn't even take one second for her to kiss him back.

The end.