Was.

By Katie

Pairing: Lackson

Rating: K+

A/N: Aren't you guys lucky that I'm being nice and releasing this a whole two days early! Anyway. So, we all know that I hate throwing the word "love" around in my stories. It's just not something I'm totally comfortable with. But this idea hit me, and even though I knew "love" would be thrown around quite a bit, I had to write it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana or any of its affiliates.

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It was wrong. It was twisted. It was completely sickening to realize that I, Lillian Truscott, love my best friend's brother. Jackson Rod Stewart.

Today, we're sitting in his bedroom. Jackson is on the computer, and I'm laying back on his bed.

This is one of those days when neither of us feels like doing anything.

Miley isn't home. She's at a Hannah meet-and-greet.

As I rest my head back on his pillows, I silently murmur the lies I've told myself so many times before.

Miley won't care. Miley will be happy for me and Jackson. Miley's my best friend, she'll be happy to know that her brother and best friend fell in love...

But I know Miley better than that. She would probably throw a fit if she found out about the little game Jackson and I have been playing.

"Lilly." I hear Jackson say my name. He's sitting next to me with his hand on my knee all of a sudden.

My God is he amazing. Not in a beautiful, ethereal sense. More in a quirky, unique sort of way.

His hand brushes my cheek lightly, and I can feel goosebumps appear on my skin.

My breath catches in my throat when he looks at me. Not the eyes. His piercing blue eyes.

Suddenly, another pair of blue eyes flashes in my mind. Miley's.

Her eyes are not love-filled. They are the accusatory and hurt. I try to get the image out of my head, but it won't go away.

Jackson's lips are near mine. My heart pounds, my bones freeze. This is wrong, Lilly. Stop it! My mind shouts. Perspiration appears on my hands as I draw my eyes away from his.

"No." I say, barely above a whisper.

His eyes search mine as he put a finger below my chin.

"Lilly-"

"Don't kiss me, Jackson."

I'm surprised at how harsh the words comes out. He draws away, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

A door slams from afar.

"Miley." Jackson murmurs.

I nod.

"Miley." he repeats, his eyes widening.

"Yes." my eyes sting with hot tears.

I slowly get up off of his bed and walk toward his door, slowly unlocking it.

"Lilly, no." he hastily snatches my hand and pulls me toward him.

I love you, Jackson. Love. Please say you love me too. Please don't let me walk out of here without knowing that you love me too. Please, Jackson, please.

The words are on the tip of my tongue, dying to escape past my lips. I bite the words back, but don't make Jackson let go of my hand.

His lips brush my ear, my cheek, my lips.

"I told you not to kiss me." I say weakly, my voice cracking.

"What if I don't care?" he murmurs as our lips collide.

His kisses burn my lips, his touch sends my heart into spasms. Why does he do this to me?

Why can't I control myself when we're together?

We break apart, slowly. The kiss was too hungry, too needy, to desperate.

He knows I don't want to leave, but I have to.

Miley's voice hisses in my head. How could you, Lilly? Why didn't you tell me? With my own brother?

"I should go." my voice is hoarse as I dart out of Jackson's room. Those stupid tears are spilling down my cheeks. My legs feel heavy as I run out of the Stewart's house.

I hear Miley call, "Lilly?" as I hurry by her, but I hate her so much right now.

I just threw away my everything for her friendship.

Only too late do I realize that Jackson and I'd love wasn't twisted. It wasn't twisted...

It just was.

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Voila. My Lackson masterpiece. If I get one review that says, "so sad!!!!" I'm going to scream, because this took me a long time. You've been warned...LOL.