A/N: For one thing… I can't claim Hannah Montana when I really haven't seen one episode in full. I have been watching quite a few music vids about the greatness that is Lackson and Moliver… which are painfully addicting ships. Still don't get the attraction of Lolliver, but meh.

Thanks to all those writing great Lackson fics – you've inspired me and this is for you.

It Just Was

Their relationship was a mismatched montage of silly hats, peals of laughter, chocolate milk and weird looks. Their feelings were a hidden seam under the clothes of what they were in front of Miley, Oliver and Mr Stewart. Nobody else could see it, but when Jackson was around Lilly smiled a little more, laughed a little more… even if it was a little more at Oliver's expense.

And then one day Jackson getting a skateboard to the face brought everything to the open.

Lilly found herself having to take care of him, as he totally 'milked it' pretending to be unable to get up from the Stewart's couch.

Miley told Lilly to leave him there to suffer, but Lilly guiltily found she couldn't do that. She took care of him until his demands got too much and his damaged face ended up getting a double beating with a pan of pie this time.

As she wiped the pie off his face, she couldn't help smiling. Her best friend's brother good naturedly brushed pieces of crust away from his eyes and pulled her down to him which was met with her shrieking.

"Who's the pie face now!" he said triumphantly rubbing his face all over hers. Stopping when their lips brushed… and then brushing hers with his again.

She accused him of faking being in pain to which he conceded and she left.

There wasn't any awkwardness. No reason for Jackson to ask "should I call you sometime?" because he knew that she'd be back again. There was no reason to go running to Miley and Oliver about what happened and expect the free advice about how dating your best friend's brother was wrong (not to mention the freaking out over what happened).

Their relationship had become a stolen kiss or two when there was nobody else around, furtive glances, constant smiles and the weird feeling in the pit of their stomach like they were attracted to their own sibling.

They got over it though, after all, if Miley had enough guts to admit how she felt about Oliver who were they to pretend anymore?

"You're not my brother, you know?"

He gave her a weird look as if he was denying with his face that she was reading his mind. He held up a bag of crisps. "You wanna share?"

"Sure."

As they sat together, Lilly shuffled to move further away on the couch. He smiled. "You're not my sister, you know?"

She reached out and held his hand, stuffing their faces with their other hands… and for once she didn't care who saw her holding hands with Miley's brother, because it just made sense. She didn't care who remembered him for every stupid embarrassing thing he'd ever done in anyone's presence, because she liked cringing at him. She didn't care about any trivial things like age difference (at least they were the same age mentally) or how she wouldn't have to pretend to be coming over for Miley anymore… now their relationship just was.

How'd I do? It's my first HM fic.