I do not own Hannah Montana.
Lilys P O V
"Thanks," I said kind of embarrassed. I did feel better though.
"No problem," he said smiling.
"Feel better?" Miley asked.
"A little. I don't feel like puking anymore," I said.
"I'll get you some apple juice," she said.
"Didn't see that coming," I said.
"What?"
"You holding my hair."
"You're my friend. I just figured I should."
I always wondered if Oliver liked me more than a friend.
"Thanks again," I said.
"Okay, Hannah Montana has a concert to get ready for, do you still want to come?" Miley asked.
"Not really," I said.
I saw the look on her face.
"But you still have to go," I said.
"And leave you here with Jackson?" I asked.
"I'll be fine, don't worry."
"Alright."
I rinsed out the bucket and Miley and Oliver left after saying goodbye.
I sat on the couch and watched the weather channel. There was seriously nothing else on. Then a noise came up the stairs.
"Hey Lily. You didn't go to the concert?" asked Jackson.
I sat up. I didn't know the noise was him.
"No, I got sick so I stayed here."
"Oh, well that's too bad. You don't look very good either."
"I've heard that."
"So what are you watching?"
"The weather channel," I said embarrassed.
"So was I. There is nothing good on so I came up and got some juice. Don't laugh but apples my favorite because I'm not really a big pop drinker."
"Me neither. I've loved apple juice since probably preschool."
"Hm. So what's the temperature in Malibu?" he asked sitting down on the couch right next to me.
"eighty seven."
"That's not too bad."
"No. In Iowa it's ninety four."
"How can that be?"
"I don't know. I figured it would be hotter here too. Anyways I went to Iowa one time with my parents. The humidity there is killer. It makes it worse than down here. Even when it's one hundred degrees here and eighty there, it still feels better here."
"Weird. I've never been anywhere except Tennesse and California."
"What about when your sister goes on tour?"
"I don't follow her very much."
"You've never left the state?"
"No."
I starred at him for a while.
"When we get older we are going to go on a road trip. Like, to New York, and we are going to stop and see Mt. Roushmore, and the statue of Liberty and Liberty Bell and Washington D.C."
"I've thought about doing that too, but I don't have the gas money and the hotel money."
"Well, when we are grown up, have our own families, and kids, we are going to have enough money to do it, and then we'll go for like, two weeks, just us on the road."
I started to feel like we are flirting but I couldn't stop. I liked talking to Jackson, but I never do in front of Miley or she will think I like him.
"I'd like that in writing," he said laughing.
"Seriously, and I'll say to my husband,'I have to go with my best friends brother to New York like I promised when I was fourteen.'"
"And he won't be jealous?" asked Jackson.
"No. Maybe. Depends on who I marry."
"You're going to end up with Oliver."
"What? Why do you say that?"
"Do you see the looks he gives you? It's like, when you two look at each other and Miley isn't around, you guys can beat the world."
"That's so sweet," I said. "But I don't like Oliver."
"You will."
"Yeah right."
"I guess."
"Do I sense some jealousy?" I asked.
"Nope. I think you want to sense some jealously."
"You're the one who sat next to me."
"You're the one who didn't move."
"You're the one I want to be with."
I didn't let him say anything else I just leaned in and kissed him. He kissed me back and we stayed there for about six seconds. Not tongueing, just kissing.
We pulled apart and starred at each other.
"You Lily, are one hard person to figure out," he said.
I smiled.
"I don't think we should go out though, with Miley and all."
"Yeah I agree," he said.
I felt a little heartbroken though but I knew there would always be a candle for me, lit in his heart. With that we watched t.v. in a totally not awkward silence. It was about midnight when I felt myself start to drift off to sleep.
"Lily?" Jackson asked.
"Hmm?" I said wherrily.
"I'm sorry, but since we both like each other, and agree not to go out, I just have to do one more thing," he said.
I turned to look at him, and he put his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and kissed him. We made out for about a minute or two. Then he pulled apart.
"Good night. I'll go to sleep a little later," he said.
I smiled and thought of him for a while before going to sleep. I was so confused. Did I like him as more than a friend? Of course, but I don't think I should act on my feelings. That would just be hard. I shut my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Mileys P O V
My concert went very late tonight. It was one forty five when we dropped off Oliver. At two o'clock in the morning we go to our house. Oliver and I talked about how we hoped Lily would get better.
When dad and I opened the door I saw Lilys head on the couch asleep. Her feet were sticking off the edge. I didn't know that she was that tall. I went to the other side, and reallized those were not her feet. Oh. My. Gosh. Those are Jacksons. He was sleeping right behind her, hugging her, fully clothed.