Disclaimer: No matter how much I want too I still don't own Hannah Montana...or Mitchell Musso...

Kelly from 'You Get the Best of Three Worlds?' is in here! I just loved her, and Lilly's family in that story so that's her family again. Mom, Dad, Kelly, and Ted.

Chapter 7: One in A Million

Lilly's Point Of View

Jackson. I was going out with Jackson. How did I feel? How did I feel? I honestly had no idea. I was excited, yet I scolded myself. He was Miley's brother after all. I sensed betrayal running through my veins. Of course I had told her about the date. But I knew she wasn't too happy. Supportive, but not happy. This time I dressed myself. Jackson was picking me up. Wow. A date with a guy who drives. Bragging material or what? I decided on a pair of denim capris and a cute tank top. I put on some flip flops and a dab of lip gloss. That's how you dress for a date, my friend.

"LILLY JACKSON'S HERE!" cried my little sister Kelly.

I ran downstairs. I saw Jackson standing outside the door.

"You didn't let him in?" I hissed.

Kelly giggled and walked away, as I opened the door.

"Sorry my sister's a dork." I explained.

He laughed.

"Know the feeling."

"Well that dork's my friend." I told him.

"Poor you."

"Come on let's go." I said with a smile.

We walked to the car, and he opened up the car door for me. Sweet or what? He played some music, and we chatted a bit. We ended up in front of a coffee shop.

"Here we are." he said.

"We're getting ice cream here?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah, they have open Mic. night so I thought we'd get some entertainment as well." he told me.

"Cool." I replied.

So we hopped out and we got in. We took our seats while people took their shot at singing.

"So are you going to try?" I asked Jackson.

"Are you kidding I sing like a washed up walrus."

"Oh no you don't Jackson, just a regular walrus."

He laughed.

"Where have I heard that before?" he said sarcastically, referring to Miley's dream she told us about.

I giggled.

"Hey maybe you should try."

I blushed.

"I don't know...I'm not that good of a singer..." I stuttered.

"Let's hear ya." said Jackson.

And I sang.

If we were a movie

You'd be the right guy

And I'd be the best friend

That you'd fall in love with in the end

We'd be laughing

Watching the sunset

Fade to black, show the names

Play that happy song...

I finished, and Jackson clapped.

"BRAVO!" he exclaimed.

I laughed.

"I don't think I'll try tonight." I said.

"Well we could always go again." he agreed.

I smiled. Yeah we could...

So we ordered our ice cream.

"So still want to see Spiderman 3?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Well it's out..." he said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, maybe we could..."

"Here's your ice cream." said the waitress, setting down our ice cream.

I rolled my eyes, with a smile. Once again we were interrupted. Was I ever going to get that date to see Spiderman 3 with him? So we began to eat, and talked some more. We were both pretty big talkers. I really liked Jackson, and I was having a good time. After everyone was done singing someone came on the Mic.

"Everyone I hope you enjoyed open Mic. Night!" he exclaimed.

He got off and One In A Million came on. It was my favorite Hannah Montana song ever.

"Jackson! We have to dance!" I exclaimed.

"Sure." he said.

He stood up and took my hand leading me to the dance floor. He rested his hands on my waist, and I placed my hands on his shoulders. We began to slow dance to the slow beat...

How did I get here
I turned around and there you where
Didn't think twice or rationalize
Cause somehow I knew
That there was more that just chemistry
I mean I knew you were kind of into me
But I figured it́s too good to be true

Jackson and I smiled at each other, as we danced. Funny how songs just suddenly fit your life huh?I said pinch me, wherés the catch this time
Cańt find a single cloud in the sky
Help me before I get use to this guy

They say that good things take time
But really great things happen in a blink
Of an eye
Thought the chances to meet somebody
Like you were a million to one
Cańt believe it
Yoúre one in a million

Jackson twirled me, and I fell back into his arms.

All this time I was looking for love
Tryna make things work that wereńt good
Enough
Till i thought ím trough, said ím done
Then stumbled into the arms of the one

Yoúre making me laugh about the silliest
Stuff
Say that Ím your diamond in the ruff
When Ím mad at you; you pull out your velvet
Gloves

I feel drunk but I am sober
And Ím smiling all over
Every time I see that sparkle in your eyes

"Wow, you're a good dancer." Jackson whispered.

"You're not so bad yourself." I whispered in reply.

They say that good things take time
But really great things happen in a blink
Of an eye
Thought the chances to meet somebody
Like you were a million to one
Cańt believe it
Yoúre one in a million


I feel drunk but I am sober
And Ím smiling all over
Every time I see that sparkle in your eyes...

After the song ended me and Jackson pulled apart. Our ice cream was done and Jackson payed the bill.

"Want to go now?" he asked me.

"Well I guess..." I said.

I really didn't want it too end. Even so we climbed into Jackson's car. He began to drive.

"So had a good time?" he asked me.

I nodded.

"Great." I replied.

He smiled.

"You know what would make it better?" he asked.

"I think I know."

We both leaned in to kiss when someone honked their horn. We looked up.

"KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE RODE MOTHER F..." they yelled, me being unable to repeat their last word...But it was bad.

Both Jackson and I cracked up though. I guess it wasn't smart to start making out while driving.

We drove to Jackson's house since I was sleeping over with Miley anyways. We got in front of the door.

"Thanks Jackson, that was a really great first date." I said.

I gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Wait till you see my second." he said.

"Are you asking me?"

"That depends, would you say yes?"

"I don't think you have to worry about that." I said smiling.

Jackson smiled too. Our eyes connected. We slowly leaned in. Me right. Him left. And our lips connected as well. I was on cloud nine. Of course the kiss ended eventually. We would've ran out of oxygen if it hadn't. But it had been so...perfect. When it ended I glanced at the window and saw Miley peeking, she ducked her head. I laughed. Jackson and I went in. Jackson ran up to his room.

"How was the kiss?" Miley asked.

"How was your view from the window?" I asked jokingly.