Part one.

[She is just beautiful.

I am just some moron.

Another dream. I can't stand them anymore.

Every time I dream about her I can't face her clearly.

When I dream that we are holding hand in the school, the next morning I can't stand to see her and not be holding her hand. When I dream that we are laying on my bed listening to music cuddling and talking I can't stand to see her doing the same thing with Miley and Oliver.

[She is the girl I dream about.

The girl all the bad guy want.

I am not obsessed. I can face her and think clearly. Speak clearly. Act normally. Thinking normally? I just wish I could spit it to her face:

"You make me go crazy, wanna go skateboarding with me?"

[She is in love with the DJ

With turntables in her eyes.

But she keep hugging this what's-his-name little boy.

She keep cuddling with him and sharing all the moments I wanted her to share with me.

Usually, I am not the all romantic type of guy. But for her, I'd go anything.

But she wouldn't want it. Why does she have to love this super gay little boy?

Conclusion: I may be too old and/or too stupid.

[I know it's hurting you

But it's killing me.

I am not in love with her. I just want her. Maybe not. She just mixes my brain like hell.

If I even have one…

I wish she was like all the others girls in Malibu.

I wish she wasn't my little sister's best friend.

Her smile send shivers down my spine and her touch gave me electricity shock.

But as my sister likes to say "she only sees you in a total brotherly-way".

Back in the 1800, she could have been with me even with the "brother-relationship."

Damn, I am even not related to her. I even don't want to be in a bed with her.

I just want to feel her touch on me without having to cause a (non subtle) collision.

It's hurting me to see her flirt with her best friend which is in love with his other best friend, being my little sister. Love triangle. Can't it become a love square?

God, help me get her off my mind. I can't stand it anymore.

[I don't blame you for being you

But don't blame for hating it.

I am Jackson Stewart.

I am nineteen years old, soon to be twenty.

I am Hannah Montana's older brother, caught in her shadow.

I am in love with her best friend Lilly.

For now about two years.

I found each time about her that make her special.

And this is the time that I come out.