"Hi, Jackson" said Lilly, seductively.

"Yeah" Jackson replied, poking the TV channel button with his bread baguette. He lost the remote again.

"Do I get anything more than that? Maybe a 'How are you' or 'Hi Lilly'?"

"No" He said shortly. Who cares what the sister's friend thinks. Nothing on MTV. Darn cable shows.

"Oh well" Lilly jumped onto the couch, next to Jackson. "Anything good on?"

"What does it look like? I'm channel-hopping, idiot. Duh"

He passed by the 'Romance on HBO' channel. Titanic, at the romantic bit in the water. How he hated this movie. Ever since that dream with Kate Wislet when he was 14…

"Oh, lets watch this. I love this bit!" Lilly said with enthusiasm.

Great. Stuck, without a date ON A SATURDAY NIGHT NO LESS, watching Titanic with Miley's best mate? What is going on with the world?

Was it his imagination…or was Lilly scooting closer by the second?

"So, what do you think of the movie? It's my favourite." She almost whispered.

AHHH SHE WAS ALMOST TOUCHING THE FACE!

"Err….emm…I hate it! Kate Wislet I mean. I hate brunettes. Blondes are much better." He stuttered. What was he saying!

"I'm a natural blonde you know…." Lilly left the implication obvious. It was working

She was so close to the face…. HELP

"That's nice…" Only, what 20 feet to the door? He could make it, right? But she was almost on top of him! What should he do?

"Oh give it up Jackson, you know you want me!" she exclaimed with a voice of honey. "All those secret looks, the leaving the room as soon as I come in. Don't think I haven't noticed. Come on Jackson, you know it!"

With that she launched herself on top of him. Or tried to. Jackson was running to the door. He was out. He was safe.

"A truly inspired performance, Miss Truscott!" A voice came from out of the corner. In another moment Miley Stewart stepped out of the shadow cast by the refrigerator, closely followed by Oliver 'Smokin' Oken.

"Yes, I was pretty proud of it myself! Looks like SOMEBODY owes me 10 bucks!"

"That was a set-up. You planned it!" Oliver accused, digging around in his pocket for some money.

"Did not. You should have bet more money. That was easy for Lilly Truscott, Queen of the Sleepover Dares."

A/N lol! You liked it! Then hit that little review button down there!

Don't know WHERE that idea came from…hehe

I'm the true Queen of Sleepover Dares, specialising in Prank Calls. Lol Laur, is rando there? Hehe

This little one-shot turned out to be longer than any of my actually chapters!