"Your Friend Miley did….. what?" said a stunned Zack Martin. Oliver slouched over on the bar table. It was midnight over by Costa Rica; the ship only had a few people hanging out this late before curfew on a Sunday. Oliver occasionally looked around to make SURE no one eavesdropped.

"She.. she slept with her brother…." choked out Oliver. "And I'll be back home in two days… how am I going to face them, how?"

"Well, you could…. Uh… I got nothing." Said Zack. "I mean what would lead you to have sex with your sister. That's like if me and Cody…."

"But you're not gay. What if you had a really hot sister?" said Oliver

"" Okay look, don't drag me into this. I don't want to start thinking anything like that. What do you think you should do?" said Zack, wiping the counters around Oliver.

"I don't know. I can't tell anyone, she's my friend but…her and Jackson. Buy a beach house, put on a blonde wig, become a pop star, but your still a redneck." Said Oliver

"What?" asked Zack suddenly looking up?

"Nothing."

Against Rico's better judgment, he knocked on the Stewarts door. Quickly becoming impatient and fearful of changing his mind, he increased the force and rate until he was out right slamming on the door until a frustrated Robbie Ray opened the door.

"Dang Rico, you're more wound up than a dog in a house of mirrors." Said Robbie Ray

With strange politeness Rico said "How's Jackson doing."

"Why? You'd do something to him yesterday?" asked Robbie as the two walked through the front door.

"No he was, uh, sick so I sent him home. I wanted to know if he was okay." said Rico

"Sick? So that's why I haven't seen him; must have gone to his room to sleep it off. Let me check."

It was almost surreal sitting in the Stewarts room waiting for news on Jackson. He sat on the seats edge; waiting to get a short answer from Robbie, make a remark and then leave. Leave this situation of caring behind him.

He should have been there.

He should have been there.

I should have been there.

Made sure he was home

This is what Robbie Ray thought when no body was on the pile of things that encompassed Jackson's bed. His hopeless search in the pile of clothes in Jackson's room ended in what he assumed.

"He's not three anymore, why am I worrying? He's in college now, probably at a friend's. Maybe Thor's, but was he even seeing him anymore. Why didn't he tell me? I should have been there. Made sure he was home." Said Robbie

He wasn't at home yesterday night. Being in Hollywood, it was strange he never thought about meeting a celebrity at some place; or rather, a wife of a celebrity. A good Kentucky girl at the Gas station; just divorced as seven of the tabloids on the counter said, with rumors of cheating with some old rocker.

Well now it was kind of true.

Think of the devil, his PDA that he lugged around in his left jean pocket buzzed with a text from her.

Tish.

Slut. Just a little slut.

First something with Jake, Jackson and now Lilly.

It wasn't clear who started it, by the end it didn't seem to matter. It was over the line, but almost uncontrollable; destiny. Almost as if it fit right together; it made Miley feet satisfied, and that made her feel sick.

Or most likely it was the morning sickness.

Miley had been sitting at the pier for the past twelve hours; shifting her seat to avoid any stares. She bought a taco and a soda from one vendor and spent the last hour of conciseness staring at the tiger behind the counter net to the arcade; watching all the kids who begged to get it for a measly amount of tokens. Then she drifted to sleep.

Later, the sun had just not yet risen. The sky ahead brightened in preparing for the red rays across the sky. Everything was closed. Miley shifted in and out of conciseness. Trying to stay asleep but her body commanded differently. Then a sharp poke dove itself into her stomach that jolted her up.

It took Miley's brain a nano second to adjust itself. Everything had turned upside down the past day. She had to make sure she was still her. When everything refocused, she recognized the face looking at her.

"Sarah?'

"Miley, are you okay? You're lucky you didn't get mugged" Said Sarah as she extended a hand to help Miley. Miley ignored it as she got up and started to walk away.

"What are you doing here?" asked Miley, still waking up.

"Picking up trash, this is my second stop…." Said Sarah

Troubles is back baby B-)