DISCLAIMER: It's obvious that I don't own HM or anything related. I only own the random ideas that flood my brain everyday.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The setting is still in Jackson's room. Thanks to loliverislove and maddiej93 for reveiwng (and maddij93 for adding to favorties). I hope you like it and R&R.

I'm Shy Can't You See

CHAPTER 4:

Oliver just sat there; his mind was dead. He wasn't thinking Jackson is crazy. He wasn't thinking this was shocking news. Oliver just wasn't thinking. He didn't know what to think.

"See I told you!" Jackson cried out. "I knew this was going to happen! I should have kept it myself! Me and my big mouth!"

"N-No.. Jackson." Oliver's brain had finally rebooted, and he was able to make sense of the matter. " I understand. It's okay."

"Then why are you all quiet?" Jackson asked.

"It just...it had to take a second to register." Oliver pleaded his case. "You're dealing with Oliver Oken, here, you know."

"You think I'm some sort of sick freak, don't you!?" Jackson wasn't buying Oliver's words." I know a seventeen year old shouldn't take liking to a fifteen year old...but I just can't help it!"

"Woah, Jackson, calm down." Oliver said, trying to cool Jackson's crazy rant. "There's nothing wrong with how you feel. I accept it, and I'm sure everyone else will, too."

"That's just it." Jackson said in a serious tone. "How am I supposed to tell Lilly? Worse yet; how am I going to tell Miley?"

"Just...tell her." Oliver said, referring to Lilly. This was Oliver best advice? "And as far as Miley goes, she'll understand. She's you're sister."

"If this were another girl, any other girl...I'd just come out and said to her face..."

Jackson reached into the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a picture from Miley's last birthday party. Miley had just blown out the candles on her cake. Jackson and Lilly were standing on each side of Miley, and the second the candles were out, the two had pushed Miley face first into the cake. The picture was the first reaction shot, taken by Mr. Stewart. Miley's face was completed covered. Lilly and Jackson had their arms resting on each other's shoulders and were both giving thumbs up.

Jackson stared at the picture, smiling. His hands were shaking slightly, but his voice remained steady. "But it's Lilly..."

"Hiding it from the world isn't going to help you." Oliver spoke up, somewhat ruining Jackson's peaceful trip down memory lane." So you should tell her."

"Don't you have ears, boy?!" Jackson said. Oliver though he sounded a little too much like Robbie Ray. Now this was creepy. "I already told you, I can't do it!"

"There has to be some way that you're comfortable with." Oliver said.

There was a slight pause while the two were thinking. Jackson broke the silence. "I've...I may have one idea."

"Okay, shoot." Oliver said.

"Well, it's obvious that I can't do it...so what if...what if someone else does?"

"You really think that'll work?" Oliver asked. "I've seen it backfire plenty of times."

"So have I." Jackson added. "But not if you really trust the person. If you know they'll say the right things."

"You're going to ask Miley?" Oliver was confused by what Jackson had said.

"Heck no!" Jackson answered quickly. "She'd go all girly on me, and it won't come out right!"

"So wait...who else is there then?" Oliver wasn't seeing what was about to hit him.

"Um...well...there's...you..."

"Me?" Oliver was in shock this time. "You want me to help you get Lilly?"

"Uh, yeah?" Jackson replied with uncertainty in his voice.

"I don't know, Jackson..."

"Please, Oliver!" Jackson was nearly begging. "You're all I have! My only hope!"

"What am I supposed to say?" Oliver asked. "Do you know how awkward it'll be for me?"

"Yes, I know, but it's worse off for me." Jackson wasn't backing down." You're best friends. I'm sure she'll listen to you and trust your every word."

"She'll trust me," Oliver started. "I'm just afraid of the outcome."

"You are!? Jackson shouted, but it wasn't too loud, for fear his dad was asleep, and that Miley or Lilly would hear. "Oliver, please.." His voiced was reduced to a whisper. "Throw some hints at her or something. At least get inside her head and her heart. Just see if she even has the tiniest drop of feelings for me. I don't want to waste my time loving a girl who doesn't think of me as anything more. Can you do that for me, Oliver? Please..."

Oliver thought about this for a minute. He did feel bad for Jackson, but if he helped him, would he be risking shaky grounds with his friendship with Lilly? This had to be one of the toughest decisions Oliver had to make in a long time.

"Jackson, I...I'll do it."

"Oh thank-you, Oliver!" Jackson cried, pulling Oliver over for another 'hug-turned- headlock'. "You're one in a million!" Jackson stopped after he said that last sentence. He repeated it again, only this time singing it.

"Alright I get it!" Oliver said, putting his hands over his ears. "You're going wake everyone up! Cut it out!"

"Wake them up?" Jackson asked, after he took Oliver's orders. "Why? What time is it?"

"It's 2:30 in the morning." Oliver said, as he yawned.

"Sweet Nibblets!" Jackson cried. "We better sleep!"

"I wanted to sleep three hours ago!" Oliver told him. "But we were so close to beating the game, that I figured I could extend my internal clock and stay up...just this once."

"Yeah, sorry about letting the wolves get you." Jackson apologized. "Now that the whole Lilly thing is out, I feel a lot better. Say..in for another round?"

"What happened to sleep?" Oliver questioned. "I'm tired."

"Alright, fine." Jackson gave in. "Maybe a little shut eye will do me good."

"It will." Oliver said.

"But will you play again first thing in the morning?" Jackson asked, giving Oliver the dreaded 'lower-lip-that-looks-like-a-puppy-dog's-face' look.

Oliver sighed. "Of course. Now kill the lights, and clear off some crap from the floor for my sleeping bag."

"Aye, aye, captain." Jackson grumbled, but did as he was told.

"Thank-you." Oliver said politely. "Now get some sleep."

"I'll try." Jackson said, and he flung some more things off his bed and settled in for the night. "Night, Oliver."

"Oh, uh, Jackson?" Oliver asked form the floor.

"Yeah?"

"This duffle bag is the same one I used for gym class. If you snore too loud, I'm throwing my dirty, sweaty socks on your face."

"Gee, thanks." Jackson mumbled.

"What are friends for?" Oliver replied with a smile, but Jackson never saw or heard Oliver. He was already falling asleep and dreaming about Lilly.

This was an awkward conversation for two teenage boys to have, but Oliver reached out to Jackson when he was in need. How sweet...but what the heck are Miley and Lilly doing while this is going on!? Find out in the next chapter! (and yeah, it was REALLY 2:30am when I was typing this. it shows you have much of a life I have.)