Fly Me To The Moon
Night at the Stewart house. Moon up in the sky.
At those times every good american teenager should be asleep.
But Jackson Stewart is not good, he is bad, mostly in the school, but this is not the matter.
Standing in the kitchen, drinking off a milk bottle at a draught, he thinks about the thing, which keep himself awake.
It doesn´t take a rocket scientist to know the thing, which keeps every teenager awake;
love, regardless of the gender everyone of them like.
Jackson loves simply a girl, ok, a girl, which acts like a boy often, but that is ok,
because a girl, which doesnt´t act like a chicken, must be cute, intelligent and lovable.
Jackson sighs and goes into the living room.
He turns his head to the big window and stares at the moon.
Lilly Truscott, you mean everything to me.
Since the day you meet Miley and became her best friend, I could not keep down special
thoughts about you. If I could only say the words "I Love You" to you´, Jackson thought by himself.
When he sees the stars at the sky, he remembers the old song ´´Fly Me To The Moon´´.
Only we two, flying to Jupiter and Mars, heaven to touch´.
Another weary sigh leaves not only his mouth, but also his heart.
If only I would have the courage to ask you out.
We two are soulmates, I know it!´
He clinchs his fist. He looks up to the moon a second time, imagining her face in it. She smiles at him.
Be a man, Jackson, be a man. Tomorrow, you are going to do it!´
With a last view in the sky, he turns around.