Thanx for the reviews--keep giving them! It's not that hard. Hope you like chapter eighteen, it's kinda short.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: The Box (Lilly's POV, my first POV all story!)

I'm over at Miley's right now, in the living room. She seems really excited about a box. Everyone is here, Oliver, Jackson...Jackson. I can't help but noticing that Jackson is glaring at Oliver. I wonder why.

"Is everyone ready?" Miley asked. We all responded with a "yes."

Miley opened the box. Inside there was a small book. It had a beautiful heart design on it. And on the cover it said: Anne. Miley covered her mouth. Who is Anne? Where did Miley get this box?

She pulled the book gently out of the box, the way you would take a newborn baby out of a crip. Then, Miley opened it carefully. It was a photo-book. The first page was a picture of a pale-complected, curly-brown haired girl. The picture was slightly yellow.

"Miley," I asked. "Is that you?"

Miley took the picture out of the protective sleeve. She looked at the back. In nice letters it said: Anne Miley Grafe. I saw a tear roll down Miley's face. Anne Miley? But wait, isn't Miley's middle name Anne? What about Grafe? Miley slid the picture back in it's place.

"My mom." She said. Oh! Why didn't I think of that? Miley turned the page. On the left side there was a picture of three women, one kind of old, one middle-aged, and one pretty young. The youngest one was holding a baby.

"Okay." I said, breaking the silence. "This one is...Grammy Ruth." I pointed to the oldest one. "This one is her daughter." I said, pointing to the youngest woman in the photo. "This is your mom, holding you." I looked at Miley. "Am I right?"

Miley smiled at my efort, but shook her head.

"My grandma died before I was born." She said, giving me a hint.

"Oh, she holding...Jackson? But why is he wearing a pink, floral-print dress?"

Everyone but Jackosn laughed, he was too busy staring at Oliver.

"Because." Robbie said. "His mom had wanted a girl, and the picture was of all girls, so Grammy Ruth put him in Molly's (A/N: Grammy Ruth's daughter) dress."

The next two hours were spent laughing and crying over the rest of the pictures. Then, Oliver said he had to leave. I gave him a quick kiss goodbye, and Jackson kicked the table. Boy is he clumsy! I left about half an hour later, at 8:30. I can't help but wonder about Jackson.

Miley's POV

"So, Daddy, can I go?" I asked impatiently. I had to call Jake soon.

"I don't know. What is the rating on this movie?"

"PG13, Dad! So can I go??"

"Well..."

Hahahahaha! Another cliffhanger, sort of. If you review I'll update again tonight, since this chapter was so short!! Update...update...just press the purple button and type in a couple letters. I know you want to...