I'm finally breaking the POV pattern! So far, it's just been Miley and Oliver's POV, but I put a Jackson one in here. How could I not? This story just needed a dose of Lackson...so here ya go! Enjoy!

JACKSON'S POV

I was surprised, to say the least, when Lilly came barging into my room, giving me a death glare that I could swear was burning holes inside me, and smacked me right upside the head.

No. Scratch that. Stunned is more like it.

And before I could even open my mouth to ask her what in the name of Aunt Pearl's Road Kill Ravioli she was doing, she went right out and hit me on the head. Again!

There are times when I really question my sister's choice of friends. This is one of them.

I composed myself and looked at her strangely.

"Um, may I ask why you're hitting me?"

She scowled and crossed her arms.

"Okay, Jerkson. What did you tell Oliver to do?!"

I backed away from her, afraid that she might erupt boiling lava if I wasn't careful.

"What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean! You told Oliver to do something that really hurt Miley. I don't know what it is, but you'd better tell me!"

"Huh?"

"Don't try to act all innocent! I woke up this morning to find Miley crying her eyes out! And of course I asked her what was wrong…so she told me that you were giving advise to Oliver or something, and she ended up getting her heart broken by him!"

"Are you seriously accusing me of telling Oliver to hurt her? Sure, I can stoop pretty low sometimes, but not that low!"

"Ch'yeah, well, how do I know you're not lying?"

"Look. I was talking to Oliver about some…guy stuff. But it didn't even involve Miley! So if he did anything to hurt her, then none of it's my fault."

Her look softened, to my relief. As she sat on my bed and pursed her lips, I could tell she was thinking deeply.

Wait a minute. Since when do I examine her facial expressions?!

Okay, maybe she just spends a little too much time at my house. I guess after seeing her so much, I start to pick up on that kind of stuff.

I've been picking up on some other things, too, as strange as that may seem. Like…the way she sometimes seems to be unusually quiet whenever she's around me. Or, how her face flushes a little bit whenever Miley mentions my name.

But, it couldn't mean anything. I don't like her that way…and she probably doesn't like me either. I'm just overanalyzing. It doesn't mean anything at all.

Does it?

"So, what Oliver did ask you about, exactly?"

Lilly interrupts my thoughts suddenly. I wonder if I should tell her. It would be kind of disloyal to Oliver if I did. Then again, I didn't exactly promise him I wouldn't say anything.

Plus, it's kind of hard not to give into the strangely cute, hopeful look on Lilly's face.

Ugh, there I go again with the facial expressions!

I decide to tell her. It wouldn't hurt, right?

"Well, he told me that he was trying to decide between two girls. One of them liked him, but he didn't like her very much, and he didn't want to break her heart. And the other one, he liked a lot…but didn't know if she felt the same way. So I told him that he should tell the girl he liked how he felt, even if it meant breaking the other girl's heart. But I can tell you right now that the girl he doesn't like is NOT Miley."

Lilly looked puzzled. "Then why is she so upset? From what she told me, she overheard Oliver telling you that he didn't like her!"

"I don't know, maybe she misheard! Because the girl he's trying to get away from is…Luanne."

She sat there, gawking at me.

"Are you serious? 'Cause she told me that Oliver loves Luanne, and doesn't like her!"

"Nope. I don't know where she got that. I mean, it's kind of the opposite. He doesn't like Luanne, and he loves…"

My eyes widened as realization rushed over me. I finally understood who the other girl was.

"MILEY!" We both shouted at the same time.

A smile grew on Lilly's face. She gasped gleefully and jumped up with excitement.

"Oh my god! This is so great! I always knew they liked each other! Oh my gosh, this is just…" she gave a thrilled squeal.

I couldn't believe it. Oken likes…my sister? This is just too weird. But you know, I should have seen it coming.

Then, almost as if on cue, Miley herself walked in, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She looked at us curiously.

"Did someone call my name?"

She stood with her hands placed on her hips. Lilly and I glanced at each other.

Wow. There was a lot we needed to talk about.

Am I the queen of cliffies or WHAT?! That's, what, the fifth? Haha...don't worry -- I'll try to update soon!