So this is my first Lilson, Lackson, Lickson WHATEVER you'd like to call it. Review and try not to me too mean. :)
I do not own Hannah Montana or any of the characters. But you all know that. You aren't stupid.
Lilly Truscott, Miley Stewart's best friend. That's who everyone at school knew me as anyway. Like Batman and Robin. I'd be Robin. Like Scooby and the gang. I'd be Scooby AND Shaggy. Like Kim Possible. I'd be Ron Stoppable..Maybe Rufus. He's cuter. Anyway enough of my ranting. I just want to be known as Lilly for the first time in my life. Not Miley's friend. And not Hannah Montana's sidekick Lola. Like Harry Potter. I'd be Hermione. Or Ron..Oh Lilly! Not again! Sway away from the comparisons. But anyway my point of rambling on like this is..something amazing is about to happen. Just none of us know it yet."""""""
"Lilly in five, four, three, two, one." Mr. Stewart's voice could be heard from the living room, holding the phone in his hand, as I skated through the door like usual.
I kicked up my skateboard and looked around the house. The same house I'd known since..well since I can remember. It was pretty much my second home. Countless sleepovers with Miley, surprise birthday parties, and just hanging out on a Saturday night watching movies. Sometimes Oliver was even invited. This house had always been here for me when I needed somewhere to crash. When I was a young girl I even thought of running away, living here, and asking Miley's dad to legally adopt me. But I think I might be boring you with my constant rambling on about this house like it's a god.
"Miley's up in her room getting ready. She'll be down in a minute." Mr. Stewart told me as I sat down on the couch. Jackson came downstairs and when he spotted me he said a quick hello, grabbed his car keys off the coffee table, and headed out the front door. He wasn't wearing a shirt but had swim trunks. His wet hair, I'm guessing he just got out of the shower, bounced as he walked. All in all he didn't look too bad..OH GOD LILLY! THAT'S MILEY'S BROTHER. NO! JUST NO! Well..maybe. NO.
I shook my head and tried to get the idea of Jackson actually being HOT out of my head. Miley came down about five seconds later. Good thing she didn't see that. I would have died of embarrassment. But little did I know her dad saw. He stood in the kitchen shaking his head, smiling, and wiping a dish as Miley and I left for the mall.
We met up with Oliver at the food court. The first rule of going anywhere with Oliver was eat first, shop next. But Miley and I had a little rule of our own. If Oliver gets to eat first then he has to go in all the girlie stores with us. Fair enough I'd say.
After we stopped at EVERY store in the mall, and convinced Oliver to get this hat, which he had no idea it was a girl's, Miley and I returned back to her house.
Her dad asked me if I wanted to say for dinner, which turned into asking if I wanted to spend the night. I greatly agreed, as it had been a while since I last spent the night here. School does a lot to you, ya know? I was too busy writing reports about spiders in the Rain forest or whatever my last project was. I decided that I should get my stuff to spend the night before dinner. It would be better than going in the dark. As I was walking down the driveway I passed Jackson.
"Going home?" He asked stopping in front of me.
What is Jackson's recent liking in me?
"Yeah but I'll be back. I'm getting some clothes before dinner. I'm going to be spending the night." I replied
"Oh. Nice to have you back on the Lilly schedule." He said, walking into the house.
I stood frozen to the spot for a minute. Lilly schedule? He has one? Oh don't be silly he's just being sarcastic. That's all.
Later that night, as I lie in my sleeping bag on Miley's floor listening to her awful snoring, the thought of Jackson being a few rooms away made me smile.
Why is this happening? You certainly can't just start liking someone one day can you? And besides I shouldn't be having these kinds of feelings for someone who I should have brotherly feelings towards. I've known him long enough for him to be my brother anyway. But he is 16..and has a car..no Lilly. Bad. We're thinking of cons here. Not pros. He's my BEST FRIEND's older brother. Imagine how that would go down.
And I did imagine it. In my dreams that night.
"Lilly. Lilly wake up." I was awoken to Miley shaking my shoulders. I rubbed the sleepers out of my eyes and propped myself up on my elbows.
"Yeah Miles?" I asked still sleepily yawning.
"What was that huge smile on your face about?" She smirked that evil little girl / teen pop idol smirk.
"Wha- what smile?" I knew exactly what she must have been talking about. I must have been smiling while I was dreaming about Jackson. Bad Lilly! Bad!
"You were smiling. Who were you dreaming about?"
"I wasn't dreaming about anyone." I replied defiantly. "I was dreaming about shoes."
"Oh come on Lilly. Even shoes can't get that kind of smile out of you." She laughed sitting down next to me. "So come on tell me who it was about. Jake?"
I said the first name that came into my mind. Lucky it wasn't Jackson.
"Oliver." I knew as soon as the O slipped out of my mouth I was in BIG trouble.
Miley was silent for a moment. I waved my hand in front of her face. When she still didn't move I reached for her wrist and checked her pulse to make sure she was still alive.
Then suddenly, like an erupting volcano, she shot up which caused me to fall back onto the floor.
"You like OLIVER!?" She shouted.
"Ok let the whole neighbor hood know Miles. And I don't know. I just had a dream about him. It doesn't mean I like him."
She smirked and gave me a "Lilly you've GOT to be kidding / are you sure you're a girl" look.
"What??!" I asked raising my voice.
"I dream about Jake..but that doesn't mean I like him." She mocked me.
I silently stared at my hands. I didn't want to say Oliver. I wanted to say Jackson. But I knew I couldn't.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" She asked.
"Shy?" That sounded like a good enough excuse.
"Lilly? Shy? And I'm not Hannah Montana." He huffed. "Come on. Give me the real reason." She demanded.
"Because..because I didn't want anyone finding out because I didn't want anyone telling him that I liked him and then him not liking me back and it ruining the whole friendship." I tried. And bingo was his name-o.
"Aww Lilly. Well your secret is safe with me. I'll keep it safe like I keep the Hannah Secret safe." Which wasn't much of a secret since 4 other people know. So I knew she was going to have to tell someone about the Oliver secret. And I had a feeling it was going to be Oliver Oken himself.
I fake smiled and she put her arm around me leading me downstairs to the kitchen to get a little breakfast.
There, right before my eyes, was Jackson over the stove making pancakes. Remember Lilly. You "like" Oliver. Not Jackson. No making goo goo eyes at his shiny naked chest.
Well that was chapter one out of many..if you guys enjoyed it that is. Please review :)