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CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Jackson knows

"What?" Mily asked, she stopped crying.

"Yah." Lilly cried.

"The test said so?"

"Yah."

"Well, one test can be wrong, don't worry about it. When I come home, you can take it again." Miley comforted her best friend.

"I don't know, Miley. I'm scared."

"Well, I'll be there in five days. What's going on with Jake? I haven't heard from him in a long time."

"I haven't seen him in weeks. I guess I haven't thought about it--I've been busy thinking of...well, you know."

"Yah. I think I'm gonna call him. Talk to you later."

"Bye."

Miley looked for Jake's number in her phone. RING, RING!

"Hello?" Jake's voice was really raspy.

"Oh, hi, Jake. It's Miley."

"Oh, hey Miley! I've been thinking about you."

"Where have you been? Lilly said she hasn't seen you at school lately."

"Oh, my director and parents suggested that I take a week-long vacation from school, and then I got sick for at least four days now." He coughed into the phone as if to prove it to her.

"That sucks."

"Yah. I'm getting better, though. I'm thinking about going to school tomorrow; that way I can do all that homework over the weekend." Oh, it's Thursday, isn't it? Miley thought.

"A lot's going on here."

"Oh, really? Like what?"

"My Grammy died today."

"Oh." Jake said quietly. "When will you be coming back?"

Miley wanted him to add: because I miss you, but he didn't. "I'm coming back in five days, so it'll be Tuesday."

"Oh. Well, I gotta go; my mom made soup."

"Bye." Miley missed him so much, oh how she wished it was Tuesday already, that way she'd be home and she would get to miss the funeral.

Miley did not want to go to the funeral. She had already cried enough. The pastor who was doing her funeral didn't even know Ruth, so he didn't have a right to! Miley walked out of her room to see her dad reading the newspaper with a plate of brownies sitting next to him.

"Dad?"

"What is it Darlin?"

"When is Grammy Ruth's funeral?"

"Saturday, Sweet Pea."

"Daddy, stop with the nicknames! It's not going to make anything better!"

"Sorry, Miley. I didn't know it bothered you so much."

Miley didn't know it bothered her so much either. What was wrong with her?

Jackson came out of the bathroom with a face painted on his stomach. "Man Miles," His "stomach" said. "PMS."

"DON'T DO THAT!" Miley screamed. "My grammy is DEAD! Doesn't anyone have any respect for that? Jackson, you shouldn't be so...so...imature! Why is everyone so cheery? GRAMMY IS DEAD!" Miley ran back into her room and pounded her fists into the pillow. All the while thinking: "No one cares!" After getting it all out, she sat at her vanity and wrote a heart filled poem/lyrics about her Grammy.

There was a knock on her door. "Bud, can I come in?" Her father asked.

"It's a free country." she told him, walking into the room from the closet.

"Darlin, I know you're upset, and you have a right to be, but you shouldn't take it out on your brother."

"Well, he's such an easy target."

Robbie laughed and said, "Yah." Miley and Robbie laughed, and that lightened up her spirit. Jackson came in, hearing the laughter.

"What are you laughing at?"

"You." Miley smirked.

"What? Is my fly down again?"

"Son, leave before you embarrass yourself."

"Fine, I'm gonna call Lilly!" Jackson grabbed Miley's cell phone. "And since she won't answer my phone!" Jackson ran into his room and shut and locked the door.

Pumpin Up The Pary started playing.

"Hello?" Lilly asked. "Miley? Oh, I'm so scared! I wish you were here, I was thinking about taking the test again."

Test, what test? Jackson thought.

"Miley?"

"Uh, hu." Jackson agreed in a girl's voice.

"I just can't be pregnant, I just can't!"

"Lilly, you're pregnant?!"

"Jackson?"

"By who? Wait until I get my hands on Oken!"

"Jackson, settle down. Now that you kow you can't tell anyone. I might not even be. I have to tell people myself--got it Jackson?"

"Uh, hu. Got to go, bye." Jackson hung up the phone.

Lilly, pregnant?HIS Lilly? By Oliver? OH, if I was there, this wouldn't of happened!

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