So. I love to sing. Today, I was singing the song "Love Potion #9", and I thought of this idea. I hope y'all like it.

Love Potion #9

Miley's POV

I may be boy crazy, but I never attempt to understand the male mind.

My brother for instance, only goes for one specific girl at a time. Usually the girls he tries to impress are the dumb blondes that go to his school. That is the only reason that they ever say yes when he asks them out: they are dumb.

When I use the term "dumb blonde", I am not saying all blondes are dumb, especially because when I am Hannah Montana, I am a blonde. I am just saying that the only girls that me brothers dares to ask out are the airhead blondes that are stupid enough to say yes.

Once, he was trying to ask out this girl named Becky, and he used the lamest excuse in the book, and said that he would tutor her. He actually thought that he could get into her pants by pretending to tutor her? I can't believe it. How would my brother be a tutor anyway? I bet you that she is smarter than him.

Today, when Jackson came home from school, he was all mopey and sad because he was rejected by a girl yet again. This time, it was because she had overheard him nicknaming her bad-breath Becky, and Brainless Becky.

I always like getting a good laugh from watching girls get mad at him.

Jackson also thinks that if he writes in a diary, girls will like him more. He doesn't know that I know about his diary, and he especially doesn't know that I read it every morning after he has already left for school.

Anyway, he walked into the house through the back door, and plopped onto the couch in front of the TV. He snatched the remote control from me, even though I was already watching "Zombie Slayer" and was in the middle of the episode.

He flipped through the channels, until he saw one title that said "Love Potion #9". He stopped there because he thought it was some corny movie about a guy with a broken heart. When Jackson changed the channel to this, I walked toward my bedroom to watch "Zombie Slayer" in there.

Jackson's POV

I turned up the volume as the theme song to the movie I just began watching came on. I listened to the lyrics of the song closely because I was bored, and because I liked the tune.

"I took my troubles down to Madame Rue

You know that gypsy with the gold-capped tooth

She's got a pad down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine

Sellin' little bottles of Love Potion Number Nine."

This gave me an idea! My friends always told me not to use any of my cologne because none of the ladies liked it, but first of all, I was not going for ladies, I was going for hot chicks! Second of all, ever since then no girl wanted to come near me, but the girls were all over my friends. I'm beginning to think that my friends tricked me.

I have this whole cabinet of rarely used cologne in my bedroom, and I remembered the name of one specific kind of cologne that I had never used before. The cologne was called "Love Potion".

Normally, if I had thought of a good idea like this, which was hardly ever, I would have ran upstairs to my bedroom to the the supplies I needed or something like that, but I was too interested in the song. Who knows, maybe I could get more ideas from the song.

"I told her that I was a flop with chics

I've been this way since 1956

She looked at my palm and she made a magic sign

She said "What you need is Love Potion Number Nine"

That verse didn't give me much help, but I continued listening, because I didn't want to lose any great ideas.

"She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink

She said "I'm gonna make it up right here in the sink"

It smelled like turpentine, it looked like Indian ink

I held my nose, I closed my eyes, I took a drink."

If I want the Love Potion to actually work, I should do exactly what the guy does in the song: hold my nose, close my eyes, and drink away. I will eventually need more of my Love potion, so I will look at the ingredients on the back of the bottle, and make some more, just like the gypsy did in the song. I have to remember to make it in the sink, or it might not work right.

"I didn't know if it was day or night

I started kissin' everything in sight

But when I kissed a cop down on Thirty-Fourth and Vine

He broke my little bottle of Love Potion Number Nine."

At this point in the song, there was a guitar solo, so I ran upstairs to write my idea in my diary, that I actually call my journal so it doesn't sound nearly so girlie.

I wrote every detail of my brilliant plan in my "journal" just in case I forgot by tomorrow.

I'm really excited about all the girls that will dig me now!

A/N: I know that was really corny, but that was partly my goal. I also know that Jackson is a complete moron, and doesn't realize that Love Potion does not actually work. Review if you think that I should continue this story. I definitely will not continue unless i get at least 10 reviews. Hope y'all are enjoying this so far!