Post by queenofsharly on Aug 22, 2009 10:29:05 GMT -7
This is probably my favorite Moliver fanfiction I've written. But then again, I've only written four. This is AU. Lilly and Oliver (in this story) broke up after her "Lola is dating so and so not Mike" comment. I don't own Hannah Montana.
Anyway...
Title: I Saw The Picture In My Hand
Pairing: Miley/Oliver
Rating: K+
Fandom: Hannah Montana
Summery: It wasn't Jesse, it wasn't Jake. It was somebody else she had known much longer and better. Somebody she had never even thought of. Until now.
Link: www.fanfiction.net/s/5222607/1/I_Saw_The_Picture_In_My_Hand
I sat there looking up at the sky. The pictures were in my hand. Yes, I was ashamed by Jesse’s picture, but also by Jake’s. Suddenly, another picture appeared in my hand. I gasped.
Suddenly I called both Jesse and Jake. “Hello?” they picked up.
“Hey Jesse, hey Jake,” I said. “I just called to say that, I’m not choosing either of you.”
“What?” They were both confused.
“I’m sorry,” I was almost sad from breaking their hearts. “I mean, Jesse, you and I barely know each other. And Jake, you and I had our times but now it’s time to move on.”
“It’s okay,” they both said.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Jesse said.
“Wait, one question though,” Jake said. “If it’s not me and it’s not him, who is it?”
Several minutes later…
“Hey,” I said opening the door.
“Hey,” Oliver said, surprised I was here. “What are you doing here?”
I sighed. “Behold; he could be the one. Jake version. Harsh talkin', not rockin'. He's got nothing this girl's wantin'. Guitar yucky, he plays it mucky. And I can't keep myself from doing somethin' stupid. Think I'm never gonna fall for his smile, wanna leave when he says my name. He’s not something special, he’s not something special. And when he’s looking at me, I think I wanna go suicidal. Something’s telling me he’s not the one, he’s not the ooooonne.”
“Miley, what happened?”
“I opened my eyes.” I put my hands on his cheeks and kissed him.
Anyway...
Title: I Saw The Picture In My Hand
Pairing: Miley/Oliver
Rating: K+
Fandom: Hannah Montana
Summery: It wasn't Jesse, it wasn't Jake. It was somebody else she had known much longer and better. Somebody she had never even thought of. Until now.
Link: www.fanfiction.net/s/5222607/1/I_Saw_The_Picture_In_My_Hand
I sat there looking up at the sky. The pictures were in my hand. Yes, I was ashamed by Jesse’s picture, but also by Jake’s. Suddenly, another picture appeared in my hand. I gasped.
Suddenly I called both Jesse and Jake. “Hello?” they picked up.
“Hey Jesse, hey Jake,” I said. “I just called to say that, I’m not choosing either of you.”
“What?” They were both confused.
“I’m sorry,” I was almost sad from breaking their hearts. “I mean, Jesse, you and I barely know each other. And Jake, you and I had our times but now it’s time to move on.”
“It’s okay,” they both said.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Jesse said.
“Wait, one question though,” Jake said. “If it’s not me and it’s not him, who is it?”
Several minutes later…
“Hey,” I said opening the door.
“Hey,” Oliver said, surprised I was here. “What are you doing here?”
I sighed. “Behold; he could be the one. Jake version. Harsh talkin', not rockin'. He's got nothing this girl's wantin'. Guitar yucky, he plays it mucky. And I can't keep myself from doing somethin' stupid. Think I'm never gonna fall for his smile, wanna leave when he says my name. He’s not something special, he’s not something special. And when he’s looking at me, I think I wanna go suicidal. Something’s telling me he’s not the one, he’s not the ooooonne.”
“Miley, what happened?”
“I opened my eyes.” I put my hands on his cheeks and kissed him.