Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana.
Author's note: This story is set during early season 3 of Hannah Montana and is not for young children!
Jackson is a loser and that's all he'll ever be!
Miley is doing her homework when her brother Jackson comes back from the beach.
"Miles!" says Jackson.
"Yeah! Is there a problem, Jerkson?" says Miley as she gives Jackson an evil look.
"Could you come to the big LA beach-party with me tomorrow night?" says Jackson.
"Stupid loser-brother say what?" says Miley.
"I wanna spend some fun-time with my little sister! What's so damn wrong about that, Miles?" says Jackson.
"You just wanna use me as some sort of babe-magnet or something! I'm your sister and not some stupid bimbo that you can use to get yourself a hot girlfriend!"
"Hey, sister! I'm hurt! That's so NOT why I'm askin' ya to come to the party!"
"Oh, yeah?" says Miley. "I remember the last time you took me to a party!"
"That was just a little..." says Jackson. "Just a joke, Miles!"
"You forced me to wear only my small red bikini-top, silver boots and a super-short denim skirt and say sexual stuff all the time!"
"I'm sorry...!" says Jackson.
"No, you're not! You're just sayin' that to keep me from telling dad that you wanna use your sweet little sister as a way to pick up sexy girls!"
"Okey! I need something to make the girls see me, Miles! You once said that family is supposed to help each other!"
"Why should I help you? You never do stuff for me you fuckin' mud-face!"
"Miles, help me this one time and I'm never gonna ask for your help again!"
"That's so lame, Jerkson!"
"Fine! I'm gonna ask Lilly to be my babe-magnet instead!"
"No! Stay away from my best friend you freakasaurus!" says Miley, now not happy at all. "You're not gonna dress up Lilly as a little slut just to make some girl like you, bro!"
"I don't know any other girls who I can use!"
"Good! It's so wrong to use one girl to get another!"
"It's not easy for me to pick up a girl, Miley!"
"Wow! I'd never know that, bro!" says Miley, all fake-surprised.
"Thanks for the pep-talk, sister! I'm really feelin' the love!" says Jackson, all fake-happy.
"Face it, bro! You're a loser! Girls doesn't want a loser as a boyfriend! I'd guess you'll die alone, Jerkson!"
"I could say the same about you! Your stupid Hannah-life keeps every guy you fall in love with away!"
"That's not true you fuckin' loser!"
"You never say good things about me, Miles!"
"You never say good things about me either, bro!"
"Miles, you're a hot girl and that's why I wanna use you as my babe-magnet!"
"Sweet niblets! Is sex the most important thing in your life, Jerkson?"
"No!"
"Dang flabit! My bro is a sex-freak!"
"No, I'm not!"
"Yes, you are! Your goal in life is to have a lot of sex, isn't it?"
"No way, Miles! There's other things that are important to me!"
"Such as what?"
"Such as..." Jackson doesn't know what to say. "I don't know! Stop askin' me woman!"
"Go and eat somethin' and leave me alone you stupid sex-crazy worthless excuse for a brother! I've got homework to do!"
"See ya later, Miles!" says Jackson with a fake-smile as he leave the room.
"Yeah! See ya later, Jerkson!" says Miley with her own fake-smile.
The next day Miley and Lilly hang out in Lilly's room.
"Jackson wanted to use you as a what?" says Lilly.
"A babe-magnet! He wanted me to dress up as an easy fuck so he could get himself an easy fuck!" says Miley.
"Jackson is such a stupid freakasaurus!"
"Exactly what I said to him!"
"Trying to use his sister as a tool to pick up sexy girls! That's just so lame!" says Lilly.
"I know! My brother is a stupid sex-crazy loser!" says Miley.
The End.