Chapter 3:

"Mr. Stewart?" he looked like he had been crying.

"Oh, hey Oliver and, Logan, right?"

"What are you doing here?" they were standing in the waiting room on the seventh floor. "They won't tell us anything. They said Lilly was here in surgery, but they refused to tell us anything else. I'm really worried…"

"They haven't told you boys anything?" he stressed the word anything and his voice was shaky. Both boys shook their head.

"Oh my, well I might as well tell you. Lilly and Jackson were in a car accident."

Both boy's jaws dropped.

"They both had wounds to the head. I think Lilly's in surgery." He paused.

"Mr. Stewart", Oliver said quietly. "What happened to Jackson?"

"They took him off life support a few hours ago", he started crying. "My son is dead."

Oliver wrapped Mr. Stewart in a comforting hug. Oliver was taller so Mr. Stewart was crying on his shoulder.

He kept repeating "Jackson is dead! My son is dead! No!"

Logan just stood there, "Lilly, no! I can't believe this. We were finally getting along. Not Lilly. She can't…she has to pull through." Tears started to fall from his eyes.

Oliver just pulled him into the hug. He had to be strong, even though he was tearing at the seams. Two of his best friends had been on the brink of death and one had already fallen over. The one he loved was in danger.

That's right, he loved Lilly. He had held it back for years, and then she was with Jackson. She liked Jackson, so he pretended to want what she wanted, but there wasn't a day that passed by that he didn't want her, didn't think about her, didn't imagine her touch against his skin.

And now she was dying and he couldn't do anything about it.

This was the most powerless he had ever felt. It felt as if she was slipping through his fingers.

So he just held on to the man who suddenly seemed old, aged by the loss of a son and the younger boy, suddenly even younger with the helplessness of almost losing his sister, and he cried.

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They were somewhere over Kansas in their private jet, on their way back to Malibu for the first time since Easter. It's easy to say this wasn't such a joyous occasion.

Jake had fallen asleep a few hours ago, but Miley couldn't sleep. She was still in shock. She just couldn't believe what Jake had told her.

Maybe it was a prank they were all in on to get her home! She'd get to the airport and Lilly and Jackson would be right there waiting for her, laughing at her for believing them.

Yeah, that had to be it.

Just because the real story couldn't be true.

Jackson was alive and Lilly was okay.

But they weren't.

Her brother was dead and her best friend's life was hanging in the balance.

She broke down and started crying uncontrollably.

Soon she felt an arm around her shoulder. She thought it was Jake, but he was on her right and the arm was from the left. Sure enough, when she looked up Jake was still asleep.

"Shh, I'm okay. And Lilly will pull through. I won't let her die." A faint voice said.

It couldn't be. It was Jackson's voice. Suddenly a picture of her brother appeared in her mind. He was smiling and his face was glowing.

Now she knew he was dead, but she also knew he was safe. Her brother was in heaven, he had wanted to let her know.

"I love you Miles." She felt a kiss on her cheek and then a slight breeze.

He was gone.

Slowly Jake began to wake up next to her. He noticed the tear stains on her face and held her in his arms.

"Shh Miley, it'll be alright. You know, I think we're closer to heaven when we're up here. Jackson's even closer."

"Yeah, I know." She was able to smile for the first time in hours.

Sorry guys, that was a short chapter, but I had to get it out. I loved the Jackson thing. Keep reviewing!