"Miley?" Lilly walked out of her friend's 'Hannah Closet'. Seeing a note on the dresser, she picked it up and read
Lilly,
Went ahead without you. Come on down to the beach when you're ready.
Miley
Lilly sighed at Miley's short attention span. Grabbing her bag, she left the room and ran into Jackson Stuart, Miley's older brother.
"Where's the fire, Lilly?" Jackson said, steadying her so she wouldn't fall. "You should watch where you're going. You messed up my hair!" Quickly, he pulled out his 'sculpting spray' and started hosing it everywhere…everywhere, that is, except where it belonged, on his head. Or better yet, judging by the smell, in the bottle.
"Oh, gross, Jackson! Are you trying to kill me?" Lilly gagged.
"Oh, calm down. It isn't that bad," Jackson laughed.
"You smell like a wet dog!"
"But a very cute wet dog, right?" He said, grinning.
"No, just an ordinary, smelly, wet dog." Lilly laughed with him. Jackson was such a goofball.
Crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, Jackson said "So where are you off to in such a hurry?"
"The beach," Lilly said, avoiding his eyes.
"The beach, huh?" Jackson gave her a once-over. "You look pretty fancy to just be going to the beach." Pausing, he grinned knowingly. "Who's the boy?"
Lilly turned several shades of red. "There is no boy."
"Yeah, sure Lilly. That's why you're turning redder than a sunburned tomato"
"You shut up, Jackson Stuart!" Lilly punched him in the arm and stalked out of the house.
Jackson rubbed the sore spot. "Whoever he is," he said to himself, "She's got it bad for him."