Chapter 3: My Radar's Jackson
It was around 9 pm when Beary knocked on Radar's door.
"Who he beep is it?" Radar asked with a gruff voice. He was very old (for a bear) any he had been run ragged by a young Jackson.
"It's me, Beary." Beary said softly.
"Come on in, then." Radar sighed. He hadn't been very friendly to anyone besides Jackson since a bully had thrown him into the jaws of a shark (Jaws? Shark? Te he!-rwrocksme) when Jackson was seven. He didn't trust strangers, so he never left Jackson's bedroom unless he was traveling at his owner's side, either. He did, however, have a soft spot (though it was very small) for Beary-she was his sister, after all.
"Look, Radar, my friend Hugsy-she belongs to Miley's friend Lilly-" Beary was cut off.
"Is that the one with the sinuses, or the purple hair?"
"Purple hair."
"Oh, yeah-Jackson has a crush on her. Oy veh." Did we mention Radar was a Jewish bear (a man named Mr. Hooper gave him to Jackson)?
"Good! Because Lilly likes him, too, and I was wondering if you could persuade Jackson to ask her out." Beary asked, hopefully.
"Ha! Why should I?" Radar asked.
"Because you love Jackson, and you love me, and it would make us both so happy!" Beary cried, turning on the puppy face.
"I'll think about it…"
"Come on! If Jackson had a girlfriend, he would be soooo happy! And it would be all thanks to you!" Beary cried.
"Ok, ok, stop whining. I'll see what I can do." Radar huffed.
"Thank you, Radar!" Beary cried. She kissed him on the cheek and darted out the door. Then, she put on her favorite pajamas (yes, bear pajamas) and went to wait for Miley to get home.
A/N: First off, I would like to thank you all so much for your kind and encouraging comments; this was going to be a one-shot, but thanks to you, we have a plot (and a ways to go until the end). I have a bear named after Oliver Okin, and I thought it would be a funny story.
Thanks!