Mmkay, I gotta say I'm getting a little put down xD. I'm getting almost no reviews on any of these chapters. Should I even continue the story? It doesn't seem like many people read it, and I write it for you, not me. So I don't see much of a point. If enough people review saying they want me to continue with the story, I'll keep going, if not, I'll stop it. Because I sort of feel like I'm wasting my time...xD. ANYWAY here's another chapter, for those of you who read this. Enjoy it :]. OH and by the way...I've started to go too Miley/Oliver centric, so I may not make too many subplots. I think I'm actually going to make this fic more about Miley and her pregnancy, and then maybe do a sequel in everyone else's POV. But I'm not sure yet. Until I decide, bear with my odd ways please xD.

A bump? I have a bump? This is great. This really shows I never paid attention in health class. You get a bump at three months. This is getting ridiculous. I havn't spoken to Lilly, Amber, or even Oliver since the little fiasco at the park. I've been like a zombie. Ignoring everyone and everything. I think it may be the mood swings. Either that, or my life just sucks. It's also a really good thing pregnancy brings odd cravings. If I hadn't been eating so much lately, my dad might wonder why I was gaining weight. Instead, he's just suggesting a diet. I have this really strong urge to just run into the middle of the road and scream to the world that I'm pregnant.

My cell phone started vibrating violently and I contemplated ignoring it like I had been for the past week or so. Then again, I did need to socialize sometime, I would need as many friends as possible throughout this whole thing, so I decided to suck it up and picked the phone up off of my bedside table. It was Lilly. I quickly picked up.

"Hey, Lilly."

"Miley! You actually answered your phone this time. Do you know how much my bill has gone up from getting your voicemail?"

"I'm sorry Lilly, I havn't felt like talking to anyone lately. You know....mood swings."

"Oh yeah, that...uh, speaking of which how's your little...friend?"

I laughed at her nickname for the child, "Well my baby is fine as far as I can tell. I don't know for sure though, I havn't exactly told anyone."

"Miley..." Lilly took a deep breath, "I really think you should tell your dad. I mean, you're about three and a half months pregnant, you're starting to show, and you're going to need those special pills, and blood tests..."

"UGH. Lilly, stop, I'm not looking forward to that stuff. I'm just not ready to tell him yet Lils, he's gonna be ready to murder someone, probably me or Jake, and I really don't want to see the look on his face when he finds out his only daughter managed to get herself pregnant the first time she had sex!" I hadn't meant to go nuts on her, but this was getting frustrating. No one understood me. At all.

"You did WHAT?!"

My eyes widened. That voice hadn't come from the phone...

"Lilly, gotta go." I placed the phone back on the receiver and turned around slowly. There was no one there. Then I heard another yell from the hallway.

"JACKSON ROD STEWART..."

So Jackson was getting in trouble? For what this time? I pressed my ear to my bedroom door and strained to hear the conversation outside.

"Jackson! How irresponsible are you?! You're barely eighteen for God's sake. How can you already be...." I heard dad pause, and his voice got lower, "Sexually...active."

Jackson? Having sex? That was hard to believe. Who would get close enough for that? Unless....oh no. Jackson wasn't doing anything. He was covering up for something else. I could tell, the way he was defending himself was pathetic. Talking about hormones and not thinking. Somehow, Jackson knew about my baby. He knew, and he was helping me. The world was making less sense each moment.

I heard the screaming match outside the door die down as dad mumbled an excuse to leave Jackson alone in his room to 'consider the consequences of his actions.' I knew that was my cue to find out what the hell was going on and how Jackson knew anything about my pregnancy, or if he even did know anything.

I opened the door to my room slowly and peeked my head out to make sure my dad was gone. Once I was sure the coast was clear, I darted quickly to Jackson's door and knocked impatiently.

"Jackson? Hey, Jackson, can I talk to you for a second?" I asked, innocently.

"Come on in, Miles."

I twisted the knob and opened the door. He'd cleaned up since I'd been here last. I could actually see the floor. I entered his room quietly and awkwardly sat myself on his bed, next to where he was seated on his bed.

"So, what did you wanna talk about?"

I looked down and started messing with my fingers, "I just wanted to know...why you were pretending like you've ever had sex."

"Miley, is it really so hard to believe that an eighteen year old boy has a sex life?"

I shuddered at the mention of a 'sex life'. It reminded me of my own horrible one.

"No, unless that eighteen year old boy was named Jackson Stewart. Now come on, just spill."

"Miley, I think you already know why I did it."

That was it. He knew, I knew he knew. Great, another person to think I'm an irresponsible slut.

"Jackson....I.....I'm really scared," I admitted, closing my eyes to prevent the flow of tears threatening to burst through.

"Miles, of course you're scared. All girls that get....pregnant," he winced, "At this age are scared."

"But Jackson you don't understand. The father doesn't even know. You, Lilly, Amber, and Oliver are the only ones that know. And Oliver already isn't speaking to me. I can't handle this Jackson, I..." I felt my voice break, "I don't want to be an adult yet."

That was it. I couldn't hold this in any longer. All my fears and pain rushed out in a thick flow of tears, that I couldn't seem to be able to stop. Jackson was suddenly hugging me, and trying to calm me down. Probably because he was afraid dad would hear. I just put my face into his shoulder, and let my sobs take over.

"Shh, Miles, it's alright. Everything's okay," Jackson soothed me. This was so much different than our usual bickering and fights. My brother, Jackson Stewart, who had always loved to torment me, was now comforting me, and I was allowing it. This moment should really be caught on tape.

We sat there like that for hours. Me sobbing and crying my eyes out, and him whispering words of comfort and assuring me that the world wasn't going to end, that it would be okay. After quite a bit of this, my tears stopped and I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

"I'm sorry Jackson," I said, sniffling.

"Sorry? Are you kidding me? I've been waiting for you to tell me since I found that test in your room. I wanted to help you, Miles."

I threw him a watery smile. "Thanks Jerkson."

He smiled back and me, and playfully punched my shoulder. "Think nothing of it, Milky."