Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana

Lily's POV:

It had been two weeks since Jackson had said a single word to me. And, i couldn't really blame him. He did everything right, he cared for me, he did things for me David would never do. the touch of his skin against mine gave me a feeling David's touch never did. And I let it all go. There was not turning back. It was gone. All of it. Gone.

As I lay in Miley's bed early on Saturday morning I stared up at the ceiling, unable to get back to sleep because the baby wouldn't stop kicking all night. Not being able to talk to Jackson like I did before was hard. I mean, ya, I could talk to Miley but I always got the feeling that she never really listened to me like Jackson did.

I heard a noise beside the bed. I glanced down to see Miley, who had been sleeping on an air mattress, sit up.

"God, why are you awake this early?" Miley asked as she let out a yawn.

"Because I have some kind of soccer game going on inside of me," Miley gave me a confused look.

"The baby wouldn't stop kicking," I said as I placed a hand on my stomach.

"Oh," Miley said, finally getting it. I smiled and nodded.

"Okay... so I have a Hannah thing and ten-" she started but I cut her off.

"Jackson's going with you right?" I prayed that she would say yes. I knew I couldn't stand to be alone in the same house with him.

"No... Jackson's staying here with you," Miley said as she glanced away from the alarm clock.

"Oh.. come on, I'm sure he can help with something," I tried.

"Lily, you and Jackson are gonna need to get over this whole thing sometime," Miley said and she began to stand up from the bed.

"Okay, maybe sometime, but not now!" I said as I pushed myself up in bed.

"He's staying here," Miley said sternly as she grabbed a towel out of the clothes hamper.

"Fine," I said as I pulled the covers back over my head and tried to go back to sleep

Jackson's POV:

This whole thing with Lily was killing me. I hated to see her be with someone who didn't love her back. But, I knew I couldn't do anything about it. I had to live with her choice, no matter how much it killed me inside.

As I walked out of my room and into the hallway I could faintly hear Lily and Miley talking. It had been almost two weeks since I had heard the sound of her voice. I missed it. Walking down stairs I could see my dad in the kitchen cooking breakfast.

"Well, good morning son," Dad said as reached in the fridge for something.

"Hey dad," I said as I sat down on the couch and reached for the remote to flip on the TV.

"Do you know if your sisters almost ready?" he asked. Ready for what? I turned around to look at him and noticed he was dressed up, Great. Hannah Montana must have an interview.

"Don't know," I said as I turned around again to face the TV.

"Can you go check?" he asked. Oh God, If had to check on her then I would have to face Lily. Shit.

"Why can't you?" I asked him.

"cause I have to start loading the car up with all the Hannah stuff we'll need for the interview," Dad said.

"Well I can do that," I offered, i would do anything as long as I did not have to go into that room.

"Son, do you remember what happened the last time you tried to help?" he asked, referring to the time about a year I picked up a $2,000 speaker thing and dropped it, breaking it.

"Fine," I said as I slammed the TV remote back on the couch and walked upstairs.

When I reached Miley's room I lightly knocked on the door until I heard a familiar voice.

"Ya?" I heard Lily say.

"Dad wants to know if Miley's almost ready," I said. Okay, as long as I didn't have to see her I'd be okay.

"She's in the closet getting ready," Lily yelled through the door.

"Okay," I said back as I turned to walk away. I could tell by her voice that she was mad, but then again, so was I.

Lily's POV:

Once Mr. Stewart and Miley left the house seemed really quiet. I tried my very hardest to push away the temptations of cravings knowing that I would more than likely run into Jackson downstairs. As an hour or so passed, I realized I was gonna have to run down stairs and get something, anything, I was starving. I crawled out of bed and slipped on an old sweat shirt David had left over at my house once and I had never given it back. As I walked down the stairs it became clear that Jackson was in the kitchen as well. Great.

I quietly walked to the fridge trying to avoid looking at Jackson. I could tell that he was doing the same to me. As I pulled the door of the fridge open I noticed Jackson glanced back at me. As the hormones started to kick in I finally lost it. I couldn't stand this whole silent treatment thing any longer.

"Jackson, I cannot stand this bull shit anymore," I said sternly as I turned to look at him.

"Lily..." he warned. But I didn't listen I kept on yelling.

"No, don't you Lily me, I understand that you were pissed I went back with David but you're acting like an immature little kid in junior high who just got dumped, It's ridiculous Jackson!" I yelled.

"What's ridiculous is you going back to guy who doesn't love you!" Jackson yelled as he pointed a finger at me.

"I don't care about myself anymore I'm trying to do wha-" he cut me off.

"I know, What's right for the baby, right?" he said.

"ya," I said nodding.

"God," he said turning away from me and running his fingers through his hair, " How many times am I gonna have to tell you that he's not gonna care about the baby?"

'I can't be a father, I can't start a family, and I can't be with someone who expects me to do all these things,' Those words that DAvid has said to me still rang in my ear. I had made a mistake by forgiving him, and i knew it.

"Jackson... please," I said as tears started to form in my eyes.

"No Lily, when are you finally gonna face the fact that this guy is a jack ass?" Jackson said as he walked closer to me.

"I know," I said as I closed my eyes. When Jackson saw the tears rolling down my cheeks he backed off a little.

"Lily, you made a choice, you decided to go back with him and I know i can't do a damn thing about it," Jackson said as he started to walk away, but there was no way that I could let him off that easily.

Jackson's POV:

"Jackson..." i heard just before my foot touched the first stair. I turned around not saying anything. Lily pressed her lips together and then looked up at me.

"After you and Kim broke up two years ago you've never had a serious relationship, If your baby was a boy you wanted to name him Ryan, if it was a girl you wanted to name her Rachel, I may not know a lot about you but I want to know more," She paused and started walking towards me.

"I know these things because I watch you, and not in some creepy stalker way, but, I listen to you. And I'm sorry for going back with David but I need to make sure I don't screw up my daughter's life the same way I screwed up mine. but I can work this out. We can work this out," she said. She stopped now that she was face to face with me. I gave her a weak smile.

"Lily, I-" I started but I stopped when Lily grabbed onto the wall and grasped her stomach. She closed her eyes and started breathing in and out slowly.

"Jackson, something's wrong,"

A/N: Okay, I must say I personally think this is one of the worst chapters I've ever written for any story. I was debating whether or not to even post it. I tried to start over and re-write it but it ended up just as bad, if not worse. So, I'm sorry for this incredibly bad chapter, next one will be better, I swear.