YAY HANNAH MONTANA.
Wow, I'm so immature.
Okay, now for the summary of this little story: Jackson wants to get girls, and gets the idea in his head that if he were gay, he'd get a lot of girls' attention. He realizes that would backfire but then comes up with a much better plan, which still involves GAY! So this is kinda short and whatnot, especially this first chapter, but it's Jackson/Oliver.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana or anything on the Disney Channel... which is a shame because a lot of the shows and movies would have more homosexuality in them, rather than just underlying gay themes that one has to look for to find!
So here's the story!
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Jackson sat on the couch watching TV, trying to think of new ways to get girls. But he was mostly paying attention to the TV. It was a show about some gay guy who had tons of friends were girls, because they all fell in love with him before finding out he was gay. He was surrounded by hot girls all the time!
That gave Jackson an idea. If he pretended to be gay, then who knew how many hot girls would want him?
But no, that would backfire. Why? Because if he pretended to be gay, girls who knew about his gayness would just want to take him shopping, vent about boyfriends, and go to loud dance clubs.
What a stupid idea that was, pretending to be gay to get girls. Anyone with half a brain knew that would just blow up in their face, and Jackson liked to think he had more than half a brain!
"What are you watching?" Miley asked, as she came into the living room to rehearse for her concert that night. She leaned over the couch behind Jackson and laughed. "You're watching The Gay Guy? Are you serious? Lilly loves this show. She says it's hilarious."
"It's called research. Do you mind?"
"Research on what? Homosexuality? Jackson, I'm in the music business, and take it from someone who knows, being gay is more than just fabulousness and fashion. Actually," she interrupted herself, reconsidering what she had just said. "The gays I've met were like that, so never mind. But PedroAngelo makes me the best dresses! Never mind. Why are you really watching this?"
"Oh, look at the time." Jackson said, lifting his arm and looking at the invisible watch on his wrist, and then standing up. "Time to go to work. Don't want to be late or Rico will go loco. See ya, Miles." Before Miley could say anything to stop him, Jackson was out the door.