Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana or any of the characters.

(Jackson's POV)

I couldn't help it. I knew without a doubt that I loved him, from the first day we met. He is just lovable. His new hair is, sorry Dad, the best on the beach, his lips look so soft and kissable, and he just has to wear tight fitting clothes all the time.

I know we could never be together, just because of simple facts.

1) He has a girlfriend that he loves dearly 2) He only sees me as a friend/ his friends brother 3) he's straight

Yep, that's me, Jackson Rod Stuart, madly in love with Oliver Oken, and nobody but my sister knows.

It's not like I wanted Miley to know I was gay. Seriously, who would want that? No, I didn't want her to find out. She found out I was gay the same week Miley became the oh, so famous, Hannah Montana. Yeah, my sisters Hannah Montana, get over it. What are you, 7?

So, like I was saying, Miley was going to the recording studio in her just made Hannah outfit when she was 12 years old, and I was 14. I was looking out of my "bedroom" window watching Miley and Dad drive away until they were out of eyesight. I remember it like it was yesterday.

I got out my cell phone. "Hey Aaron. Miley and Dad just left. You can come over now." Yes, Aaron was my boyfriend, and yes, we were going to have a date at my house while Miley and Dad were at the recording studio.

A few minutes later he walked into my house, without knocking, of course. He took one look at my black pants and white t-shirt over a dark blue long sleeve shirt and walked over and kissed me.

Of course that's when she walked in. Without her Hannah wig, she was going to put that on in the recording studio with help from people.

"No, dad, I just need to grab my purse. It's in my room."

We pulled away from the kiss, but sadly not fast enough, because she gave us the strangest look.

"Look, Miley, I can explain."

"How can you explain the fact that my older brother was kissing a BOY when he's never even had his first kiss yet?"

She was really stupid at 12. "Well, obviously i've had my first kiss if i'm kissing someone right now."

Then my sister gave me a death glare. "Well, I can see that, but it's a BOY! can't you see that?"

"Yes Miley, I can see perfectly clear that i'm kissing a guy."

"Oh my God, Jackson, no."

"What? What are you thinking?"

"You can't be... gay. You just can't be."

"And why, may I ask, can I not?"

"It's weird. Unnatural. You're a freak."

I almost started crying. That was why I wasn't out. "I can be whatever I want. I like guys. Now, please, can you please keep it a secret. I wouldn't know what I would do if Dad found out and started yelling at me." By then I was crying. I could literally imagine what Dad would say.

" Oh, Jackson, please... please don't cry. I'm sorry. It just freaked me out. I didn't mean anything that I just said." I could tell that she noticed Aaron again because she looked in that direction, smiled, and stuck her hand out. "Hi, I'm Miley, and you are?"

She kept her hand there for a little longer until she realized he wasn't going to shake her hand. She slowly set it down.

Aaron was super mad. "Aaron. Now, what makes you think you can just walk in here, find us kissing, and start yelling at my boyfriend, then expect an acceptance to you're lame apology?"

"Look, I said I was sorry, I was in shock, I didn't mean the things I said, and I really just need to get my purse and leave."

As if on queue Dad walked in. "C'mon Miley what's the holdup? You making goo-goo eyes at one of Jackson's friends? We need to hurry or we're going to be late."

"Coming daddy." After Dad left I was talking in a rush. "Please, whatever you do, don't tell dad that I'm gay. If you do it will basically the end of my life because I can't deal with him being dissapointed of his only son."

"I promise." And then, like many rare acations, we smiled at eachother and hugged quickly before Dad yelled at Miley to hurry up.

After she left I turned back to Aaron and smiled. "Where were we?" I asked and smiled, walking over to him.

He turned away from me and looked down. "I can't do this." He mumbled, almost unaudible.

I stopped, surprised. "Wait, what? You can't do what?"

"We can't be together. Neither of us want to be exposed and if your sister knows then it's only a matter of time before the whole beach knows."

I started tearing up. I loved Aaron. "How can you say that? If you loved me you wouldn't worry about what anyone else thought."

He turned away, and I knew why. He didn't love me anymore. He probably never did.

Aaron turned to me. "I'm sorry. I wish it didn't have to end this way."

It doesn't! I almost screamed, but stopped myself, because it would only make it worse.

"Goodbye Jackson." He walked over to me, kissed my cheek, and left. He walked out the front door, closing it softly behind him, after I just got my heart ripped out.

I ran upstairs, went into my bedroom, and cried until Miley and Dad got home.