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CHAPTER THIRTY ONE: Micheal

"Lilly, what's wrong?" Jackson asked again.

This time Lilly couldn't even choke out a "nothing." The guy who she had been hurt so badly by fresh in her mind, even if he had dissapeared from sight. Jackson followed her gaze to the table. No one, or nothing, was there. Jackson led the stunned girl to a folding chair.

"Rest." He said calmly, carefully patting her beautiful blonde hair. "It's okay."

Jackson said, not fully believing himself. Was it his fault Lilly was freaking out? Every time she was around him she went balistic. But he didn't know why.

"Jackson." She muttered.

"What?" He asked, anxiously awaiting the answer.

The silence was broken by the audience applauding.

"Thank you, and good night!" Hannah said, before she came backstage.

"Good job, Bud." Mr. Stewart patted Miley's back.

"Yah." Jackson said. Lilly stayed silent.

"Lilly, what's wrong?" Miley asked, looking at Jackson. He shrugged.

Miley took Lilly aside. "Is it about Micheal?" She asked, referring to Lilly's older brother, who had died two years ago. Lilly didn't like to lie to her best friend, but she didn't want to tell the truth, either. So she nodded.

Miley hugged her. "I know all about losing someone." She thought about her mom and Grammy Ruth.

"You wanna come back to my dressing room, sign some autographs, slip into my new hot tub with a face mask on, while getting our toe-nails done?" She asked, trying to cheer up her best friend.

"No." Lilly said flatly.

"PLEASE?" Jake left, and it wouldn't be so fun with Jackson."

"Hey!"

Lilly let out a stiff laugh. "Fine." She said. They trumped to the door, lined with teenagers.

"HANNAH!" They all screamed.

"And Lola." Lilly yelled back. She heard someone say: "who?" which was followed by: "Hannah's best friend. duh. and you call yourself a fan."

They went inside the door, and Miley signed shirts, foreheads, cds and Hannah hats. Then, he appeared again.

"Sign this." He said in his cool-voice.

"Don't be scared."

"Don't make this hard."

Lilly started sweating.

"I'll see you." He left, looking back once to stare at Lilly...Lola.

Does he know who I am? Does he know who Hannah is? Lilly wondered. The girls did everything that Miley mentioned. They put on face masks, and relaxed in Hannah's hot tub, and got their toe-nails and finger-nails done. But Lilly felt anything but relaxed. Afterwards, Hannah had a big celebrity "masked ball" for Christmas.

"Lilly please go! Jackson wants some company!" (A/N: Having your sister get a date for you. How pathetic!)

"Only if I get to dress up." Lilly gave her best friend a big, cheesy smile.

"come on. Lilly! It'll be fun!" Miley pleaded. "It's just like a fairy-tale. A maskerade ball...please?"

"I never said I wouldn't."

"YAY!"

Miley and Lilly, as Hannah and Lola, took the limo to the mall. Robbie gave them the Hannah credit card and said.

"Have fun. But not too much fun. No boys!"

And boy, did they have fun. They had to have tried on the entire Prom Dress Boutique before they could even fathom what they wanted. Hannah ended up buying a big black-with-white-ruffles at the bottom ball gown; matched with a hand-held black-feathered mask with long white feathers at the top.

Lilly picked out a sleek, one-sleeved pink gown with a white mask to match. Both girls were getting excited, Lilly even forgot about the concert incident. Almost. The limo picked up both girls, with Jackson and Jake waiting awkwardly for their dates.

"You look...wow." Was all Jackson could say as Lilly daintilly stepped into the limo. Even though she prided herself in her: Not-all-girls-are-dignified-and-proper-and-we-don't-all-look-like-dolls, attitude, it felt wonderful to see Jackson stare at her like that.

"Ah, Madame, you look, pictureske (SP)" Jake said smoothly to the giggling Miley. Jackson glared at him.

A lady's man. He thought. He's always got a way with words. Mr. Hotti of the year. I can't believe Lilly's not falling all over him. Instead she's here. With me. Wow.

They got to the ball, the outside lined with fans, reporters, and photographers desperate to get into the party. Inside it was like a Winter Wonderland. Lilly could of sworn it came out of a dream. The walls were covered by whit icicle lights, there was a HUGE pine-scented tree in the back, decorated in an organized red and black fasion.

There was a large dance floor, already starting to fill in with elegantly dressed movie-stars. There was a huge desert table, piled high with Christmas cookies, brownies, chocolate fondu with fruit, marshmellows shaped like snow men, and in the center of the table full of heaven, there was a ginormous (SP) perfect gingerbread house.

In the background Lilly could hear I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas playing.

"My lady?" Jackson extended a hand. Lilly giggled, put one hand up to cover her eyes with her mask, and placed her other hand in Jackson's. They walked out on the dance floor. Lilly felt like she was floating on clouds.

"Wow, Jackson. How do you dance like that?"

"The same way you look like you do." (A/N: If you don't understand that, just read it over! ;) )

"Hey, Lil?"

"Yah, Jackson?"

"Let me show you something."

"Okay..." Jackson led Lilly to what looked like a window covered by a hanging, maroon-colored curtain.

"What the..." Jackson pulled open the curtain to reveal a small glass door that led out into a starry night.

"My lady?" He opened the door for her. they walked out onto a beautiful balcony, over-looking the ocean.

"Wow...Jackson." All Lilly could do was hold her breath at the beautiful sight.

"Lilly." Jackson looked deeply into her eyes. "I love you." Then, he leaned close to her...

Ooh, cliffy. I'm sorry! Maybe you guys'll review now! Luv ya,

Blue-eyedchick