A/N. Yes, I'm updating. I need a push to finish this fic.

I'd Do Anything

Fiddler OFF The Roof

"Jackson! Get down from that roof this instant!"

"No way! I have to tell Miles. I have to tell the world." Jackson yelled down to Lilly and he looked over the neighborhoods of houses in their vicinity. Down the street he was certain he could make out his sister. Wait? Was that his baby sister kissing Oken?

Jackson wobbled and looked closer. It is my baby sister with Oken! "Yahhhhhh!" Jackson fell right off the ledge.

"You and Oliver?"

"You and Oliver?"

"You and Oliver?" Jake repeated the question on everybody's lips (well, Jackson and Lilly's actually).

"What are you even doing here?" Jackson asked, wincing as he did so. He had ice-packs on every single part of his body.

"I saw Jackson fall as my limo was pulling away" Jake answered.

"What were you doing on the rooftop anyway, boy?" Miley asked her brother plainly.

"I needed to get up there and tell you how I feel about Lilly. Ow. Hurts to talk." He pressed one of the many ice-packs across his jaw.

"It was my fault." Lilly covered for him, and he would have smiled gratefully if he could.

"Has this got anything to do with the talk that you gave me earlier?" Miley raised an eyebrow.

"What talk?" Oliver was already stuffing his face with brownies that Mr Stewart must have mistakenly left on the counter.

"The talk that Mr Stewart made Jackson give after he found Jackson and I in Miley's bed..." Lilly covered her mouth, unbelieving of what just came out of it. "Meep!"

Miley looked furious - that fury growing by the second. "Found you doing WHAT in my bed?"

"Pretending we were you and Jake" Lilly covered her face.

"Miley, haven't I suffered enough?" Jackson asked her indicating to his sore body.

"But Lilly hasn't."

"Stop" Lilly put her hands up to protect himself. "Don't hurt the one who loves your brother."

"You love Jackson?" Oliver and Miley asked at the same time.

"Yes." She said determinedly and then looked to Jackson. "Feel free to say you love me back at anytime."

"Can't. Face hurts." He muttered, throwing the ice-pack down his pants.

Miley looked at him strangely "Uh, Jackson... that's not your face."

"Fine! Yes! Man, you just can't let a guy go, can you?" Jackson yelled at her, and also part to Lilly.

"Yes what?" Miley smirked at him.

"Yes I lik... uhhh... 'love' her back. Now let's get back to the real conversation: You and Oken?"

Lilly beamed and then straightened her face again. "Yes, when did you decide you wanted to ride the Olley Trolley?"

I like love... and cookies. Giving me love means pressing my button.