Oliver's POV

"Hey, follow me. I think you'll like my room." Jackson said, then started whispering to Mike. The only words I caught were dudes, girls, and guys. That didn't really help me figure out what they were talking about. After they were done talking I saw Mike walk into the bathroom.

I was kind of scared. "How would I like that dumpster you call a room?" I ask. His face hid some unrecognizable emotion. Saddness? Longing? I couldn't tell. Right then Mike came back out and said, "Done." Done with what, I don't know. He didn't go to the bathroom, the toilet didn't flush, So I was confused. Then Jackson grabbed my hand and tried to drag me to the bathroom. Wait, what?

"Wait, why are we going to the bathroom? I kinda just want to go to sleep. It's been a long school day. I had, like, a test in every room." I said, completly terrified. I knew Mike was bi and Jackson was questioning. Not like, he was questioning himself, but I didn't know. He never has a girlfriend but he doesn't seem so sad about it. What he did next really made me question him.

"It's okay Olli, don't be scared." He said in a comforting way. I wasn't scared...yet. Then he pet my face with the back of his hand like people do to their girlfriends or boyfriends...

Wait, what?

Now I'm scared.

Jackson turned back to the bathrooom and basically dragged me to the bathroom. Now, I'm terrified. He closes the bathroom door, then turns back to me, still holding my hand.

"You have to promise not to tell anyone this. Not even my dad. The reason I'm hiding it is an even bigger reason so don't ask me." Okay, what is he going to tell me? that he's gay? That he's in love with me?

Nope.

He opened the closet door and opened another door that led to a room. I want to say I wasn't very shocked, but I can't. I gasped, so loud people could probably here me in China. Not really, but Miley and Lilly could probably here it.

The room was so clean. It was like a bedroom version of the Hannah closet. The walls were all blue instead of pink and white, and the bed was where the revolving closet was. The bedcover was midnight blue and the sheets were light blue. The floor was white, with no stains of rotten food what-so-ever. In the place where Miley has her bags Jackson has his shirts, pants, jackets, and shorts. His under stuff was probably in drawers somewhere, but I'm not going to go looking. His shoes were where Miley keeps her shoes, and he also keeps any hats, sunglasses, random peices of jewelry, and belts. His bags were hanging on a hanger on the side of his bed. In the middle of his room he had a TV and a couch.

He was probably the cleanest guy I have ever met. Jackson, the one who makes your eyes water just walking by his room, had one of the cleanest bedroom I have ever seen, the cleanest was a girls, and even they had faults. Jackson had none what-so-freakng-ever!

And that scared me.

This was Jackson we're talking about. The weird, random, slightly creepy, funny, cute-

Wait, not cute. Just because I felt a small spark when he touched me and kissed me doesn't mean I'm going to turn gay. I love Lilly.

But, maybe not as much as before...

Wait, no. I still love her as much as I used to.

Maybe.

"So? Do you like my room?" Jackson asked. I was still in quite a shock so all I could do was shake my head yes then look at him questioningly.

"I'm guessing you're wondering why I have two rooms." I shook my head yes. "Well, the biggest reason will take to long, so I'll just say dad expects me to not clean my room, but I'm a neat freak. I cannot and will not live in a room that even pigs will turn away in disgust. About a year after we moved in I found this room and saw it looked just like the closet behind Miley's closet. I got a job at Rico's and saved my money to buy a bed and better clothes to actually wear than just throw on the floor. The rest is history."

Jackson? A neat freak? When did I die? Because I'm pretty sure Jackson would never be a neat freak.

"Whenever Mike spends the night he usually sleeps on the pull-out couch, but you can sleep there if you want and and Mike can settle for the floor by my bed." Jackson said, smiling at Mike, who had a, kind of, mad expression on his face. "No, it's fine, he can sleep on his couch/bed. I can settle for the floor." I said. In realitly, I was afraid that if I touched anything it would dissapear and I would be asleep in class at school. I did not want any of this day to be a dream.

"Okay, well, I'll go look for some pj's. You're probably my size, more or less. Be right back." Then he walked to a small dresser that I didn't see by his bed. I guess that held his pajama's and other stuff. He threw me a pair of black and blue plaid pants, then threw Mike some pajama pants that looked like a comic book and a plain red shirt. I looked at him and cleared my throat. He looked at me, smiled, shook his head, and threw me a shirt that totally matched the pants. Then Jackson somehow got a curtain to hide the bed. Then Mike grabbed my wrist and dragged me back to the bathroom.

He told me he was going to change in the closet and I should change in the shower, or at least behind the curtain.

I got behind the curtain and quickly changed into my pajamas. I grabbed my clothes and knocked on the closet door. Mike opened it so we could go back into Jackson's room.

When we walked in the couch was pulled out into a bed and had black covers on it and there was a blue and black blanket on the floor in between the couch/bed and the stairs to Jackson's bed. Jackson turned on his lamp and turned of the light that I just realised was hanging on the ceiling. He layed down in his bed and Mike layed down on his, so I walked over and tried to get comfortable on the floor. When I was finally comfortable I closed my eyes.

Just before I went to sleep, so it might have even been a dream, I could have sworn Jackson said," I love you, Olli." But I fell asleep before I could tell if it was real or imaginary.