A/N: this actually started off as a story for fictionpress, but then I thought how much it tied in with the HM cast. So I decided to put it where it belongs. some one probably already did one like it, but I thought it would be uber cool.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana

Lilly's P.O.V.

"This is it." I whispered to myself as I took my last steps out of the gates of hell. "I'm finally out of my parents' house."

"Hey cutie." I heard a voice behind me. I turned, only to see a familiar face in front of me.

"Jackson!" I exclaimed. I ran towards my boyfriend giving him a small kiss on the lips. "I was supposed to pick you up from LAX in like an hour. Why are you here so early?" I said catching my breathe. I was beyond excited. Jackson and I had just found the perfect apartment online, so we could move in together. I was living my dream. Everything is going perfectly.

"Yeah, well, I called my dad when I got off the plane and he insists that you come over to his house for dinner. My sister just got home from her trip to London and he wants you to meet her." He said, not seeming to excited about his father's offer. I ignored his moodiness, hoping he would smile soon.

"I'd love to meet your sister, Jackson." I said, hoping he would cheer up, at least a little bit. He offered me a half smile and I gave him a peck on the cheek. After a few moments of silence I looked at my watch, "Should we get going? Its almost five thirty." He seemed kind of out of it. So I waved my hand in front of his face.

"O-Oh yeah, sure. Let's go." He replied shakily. I rose one of my eyebrows in confusion, but shook it off, thinking he was just tired from the flight. "How was New York, College Boy?" I joked. He gave me a smile.

"It was amazing. It's really artistic there, too. Plenty of museums." He explained to me with enthusiasm. We sat in silence for a little while, not sure what to talk about.

"So, uhm, what's your sister like?" His smile disappeared again, hesitating to answer.

"Oh, yeah, she's pretty cool." He said, and then quickly changed the subject, "So, the food in New York is great, too." He paused. "Okay, we're here." We pulled up to a large beach house and headed up to the porch. Before he could knock, Robby opened the door. His face was slightly glum. Jackson noticed right away. "What's wrong, dad?" He asked concerned.

"Miley and Mikayla just got into an argument. I think this is their last limb, son." Robby Ray looked down. Jackson told me that his dad was sensitive when it came to his sister.

"Do you want us to come back later?" I started. "It wouldn't be a problem."

He looked up at me. "No, you didn't come all the way from LA to just head back. Come on in." He paused and looked up at the staircase. "I'll go check on Miley." Jackson nodded.

"Well, that was awkward." I started aggravated.

"Why?" He said.

"You never told me your sister was gay. You don't talk about her much. Are you guys close or what?" I asked trying to stay calm. He knew I didn't like being shocked. He made me look stupid. Just then my thought were interrupted byhis small voice.

"I guess, we're close. There isn't much to talk about with her i guess. The gay thing may have slipped my mind." He said. He was probably lying but i didn't have time to answer. A voice from upstairs distracted me.

"I'll be down in a second, dad. I promise. I'm just going to change into something decent." You could tell she had been crying. Her voice was strained. Then voice was followed by Robby's footsteps coming back down the steps. He didn't even look at us and went right to the kitchen. I figured she was going through a hard time, by the tone of her voice. It made me feel terrible. I hated it when i saw people gettting hurt, but no one lives their whole life hurt free. My thoughts were interrupted by footsteps coming down the stairs and there stood Jackson's younger sister, Miley. She was wearing a black and white mini skirt with knee socks and converse.

"Wow." I whispered to myself, noticing her blue eyes. I looked down suddenly, blushing. I heard her give a small chuckle. I looked up and noticed that she was also blushing. I began t walk towards her and finally found my voice. "I-I'm Lilly. Jackson's girlfriend." I stated, and then held out my hand. She gently took it, her hands soft and delicate.

"Hi. I'm Miley." She responded, obviously trying to hide the sadness in her voice. I looked up slighting, our eyes met. A jolting shock surged through my body. I felt her suddenly let go of my hand and turn away from me. "W-we should eat now." She said, still not looking at me.

"Y-yeah, that's a great idea." I said after a few short moments. I was freaking out, but i was trying to act as calm as possible. "So, what kind of job do you have?" She thought, and then she looked up and gave me a half smile.

"I'm actually unemployed ." she replied, and then paused before adding, "How about you?" she finished, looking back down at her salad.

"I'm unemployed to, but i'm going into Parloni's for a job interview tomorrow. I heard they pay good." She nodded, and then i saw her glance at Jackson. He was looking back at her, his face unreadable. As soon as she saw that he was looking back at her, she looked back down at her food.

After dinner, it seemed that Miley had brightened. She no longer had sadness in her voice, and her eyes weren't as puffy. She was still sporting plenty of hurt behind her eyes though. I frowned. My thoughts, again, were inturrupted by Robby Ray.

"You guys should come by for lunch tomorrow. Is that Okay?" He asked. Obviously trying to get us to come over so Miley would keep her mind off of Mikayla.

"Oh, sure." I replied. "My interview is in the morning so i can come straight here afterwards." I paused. "They are going to tell me right after my interview if i got the job or not, so i guess i'll have something to talk about. Hopefully something good." Robby chuckled. After a small conversation, me and Jackson finally left. "So, are you going to tell me what's going on with you and your sister?" I questioned as soon as we got in the car.

"There isn't anything to tell." He replied in a slightly annoyed voice.

"Just cut the shit, Jackson. Tell me what's going on?" I responed. I hated it when he got angry with me. Especially when he knew that he didn't have the right.

"Just stop being nosey. There isn't anything wrong with me and my sister." He said. I knew he was always a little short fused, but i was not being nosey. He was being rediculous. The rest of the car ride home was completely silent. I didn't want to talk to him, and apparently he didn't to talk to me either.