Title: Seducing Smokin' Oken
Rating: M, for sexing.
Pairing: Miley/Oliver, Jackson/Lily
Disclaimer: I honestly do love the show Hannah Montana. I'm not sure if I'd ever want to own it, however. I can't really stand Miley Cyrus as a celebrity and God knows I probably wouldn't want to deal with her in person haha. So I think I'll leave that to Disney.
Summary: After knowing Oliver for all of her teenaged years, Miley's finally noticed how puberty caught up to him. It's their last summer before they go to college, and she's tired of failing to get his attention. With Lily and Jackson's help, she's going to set upon the task of Seducing Smokin' Oken. This will be a story with five chapters :)

Miley stared at herself in the mirror, taking in her own appearance. Her hair hung down to her waist, streaked with natural highlights from years spent in the sun. Her tanned skin was nicely contrasted against the white of her bikini and the light blue of her sarong. She sighed, shoving a hand through her hair and pushing the fringe of her bangs out of her eyes. She had pretty decently sized breasts…not too big but definitely bigger than most sticks she saw on the beach. She'd always thought that her eyes were a pretty shade of blue, and sometimes were even an attractive and unusual shade of gray in certain lights.

She pursed her lips at her reflection, hunching her shoulders and blowing a kiss to the glass. Straightening, a faint blush stained her cheeks as she realized how silly she was, and bit her lip in embarrassment. She cast her eyes down, trailing along the reflection of her midsection. Her tummy wasn't particularly muscular, but it was flat and toned, and one of her old flames had once told her that she had "legs that went for days."

She had turned 18 a few months ago; officially a woman, and had the body to prove it.

So why didn't Oliver want her?

Groaning, she tore herself away from her mirror and flopped backwards onto her bed, arms and legs outstretched. Lilly giggled from her perch against the headboard, glancing up through her curtain of hair from her issue of Cosmopolitan. "Thinking about Smokin' Oken?" she teased, tossing the magazine to the floor. Miley half-heartedly swatted in her direction before letting out a pitiful moan.

"Why?" she whined, turning over onto her stomach. "He noticed Hannah when I was like, fourteen. I didn't even have boobs back then and the only difference was the blonde wig." She perched her face into her hand, smashing her cheek against her palm.

Lilly gave her a familiar look, and Miley had to suppress the urge to roll her eyes. The same old spiel was headed her way, and once Lilly got going there was no stopping her.

"Yeah, Miles, because you totally noticed him before last summer, when he finally deemed it warm enough to show off the body he spent the whole school year building at the gym. When you were fourteen, you barely even stopped to think about how great you guys would be together. Suddenly, he rips off his shirt and reveals this ridiculously ripped bod, and you're slobbering at his feet like he's Robert Pattinson offering you a lifetime as your sex slave."

Miley scowled at her best friend, swinging her legs around and hauling herself into a sitting position. She wagged a finger in Lilly's direction, alarm suddenly overwhelming her features. "Don't you DARE," she said in a threatening voice, "start to talk about sex with me. God knows I have to deal with it enough whenever Jackson's home from college. As if the smell weren't bad enough, now I have an even better reason to be happy that our rooms are far apart." She crossed her arms over her chest, sending the other girl a black look. "You already tell me more than I wanna know about y'alls sex life; I don't need surround sound too."

Lilly had the decency to look ashamed and embarrassed at Miley's statement. Her relationship with Jackson had been difficult for the brunette to stomach, especially since they'd hidden it from her for three months in the beginning.

It had begun one humid night two years earlier when Jackson, home from college during the spring break that he shared with Miley, Oliver, and Lilly, decided that it would be a good time to throw a giant raging party. Miley, uncomfortable with how many college boys were leering her way, had secluded herself in her room with her male best friend, hiding away for most of the night. This seclusion had ultimately led to her missing the cataclysmic event that was her brother and her best friend hooking up.

Some "friend" of Jackson's had been dancing with Lilly all night, and when his drunken advances had gotten too friendly for her taste, she'd attempted to make an escape. The douche bag hadn't liked her defiance one bit, and had been more than willing to physically show her his unhappiness. His one hand curled tightly around her bicep, and the other barely had time to lift above her face in order to strike, when a third hand had tapped him on the shoulder. The drunk had barely stumbled around before Jackson was hitting him across the face with a textbook as hard as he could manage.

The smaller man was breathing hard, eyes dark and seething with anger and an emotion Lily couldn't identify as he gazed down at her would-be attacker. He cast a glance her way, throwing the book into the bushes. "You okay?" he'd asked her gruffly, and barely let her nod before he was burying his hand in her hair and crushing her lips against his.

They'd tried their hardest to stay away from one another after that night, but the attraction had proved too much. Eventually, they'd had to tell Miley. Eventually, she forgave them. Eventually, they were probably going to get married.

They were sickeningly adorable that way.

"Speak of the devil," Miley drawled, catching a glimpse of her brother's shaggy head of hair as it walked by her open bedroom door.

He paused, back tracked, and poked his head inside her bedroom, eyebrow raised. "You rang?" he smirked, eyes soft as he gazed at his girlfriend of almost two and a half years. "Hey Lil," he greeted, coming further into his sister's bedroom to brush a kiss across the blonde's forehead. The girl blushed a violent red, and shot an apologetic look to Miley.

Miley pretended to choke, hand grasping at her throat as she dramatically mimed death by ickiness. She flopped backwards, rolling gracefully off of her bed and landing on the floor with a loud thump. Her eyes crossed and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. "I'm dead," she croaked. "Try not to miss me too much."

A foot kicked at her. Jackson's, if she had to guess. "No problem."

Despite herself, Miley giggled, lifting herself up with her elbows. "Lilly's been giving me The Speech again."

"Ah." Jackson nodded, sitting behind Lilly on Miley's bed, and understanding look coming over his features. "The ever original, 'You've Always Thought of Oliver As a Friend But Now That You Don't You Should Tell Him You Want To Have His Babies'…" he frowned. "Plan. Seriously, Miles, you're crazy about him, he's crazy about you. Ask him to get a hot dog from Rico's with you, tell him over ketchup and mustard that you wanna fu-"

"Enough!" Miley yelped, hitting the floor again as her hands clapped over her ears. "Oh God, enough already!" She glared at her brother as she dragged herself to her feet. "And he's not crazy about me. He barely looks at me long enough to have anything to be crazy about!"

"She does have a point there," Lilly conceded, gazing up at the boy behind her. "When he was crushing on Hannah Montana, he was totally in her face about it. Throwing flowers into windows, hiding in tour buses, hanging upside down from moon roofs, enduring the horrors of bubble gum, all because he wanted a future with her."

"That was also because she was a pop star," Jackson argued, a hand worming it's way across Miley's bedspread to curl around Lilly's waist. Miley smiled softly at the sight of it, her brother's affection clear to her even as he tried his best to be subtle about it. "If I met Megan Fox I'd probably be falling all over myself in the same way. But did you ever once notice me paying any attention to Lilly before we got together?"

"Hey!"

"Sorry babe. You know it's true, though. You're my baby sister's best friend, and thinking of you as anything but that was hard enough to adjust to." He smoothed a lock of hair back from Lilly's forehead, almost absently. "Now imagine it's a guy you've known for the past six years, who's been your best friend and nothing else. Think about how he would act around you if it suddenly occurred to him, say, one year, four months, and twenty seven days ago, that he was head over heels for you."

Miley and Lilly froze simultaneously at his specific recitation, and the latter scrambled away from her boyfriend to stand next to Miley. They planted their hands on their hips and sent him identical glares that screamed 'Get To Talking.'

Jackson sighed, shaking the hair out of his eyes. "Look, I wasn't supposed to say anything. But the two of you are ruining my summer with all this, 'Does he like me?', 'Does she talk about me?', 'Do you ever think he/she will notice me?' bullshit. Miles, Oliver's like putty in your hand. It'd be harder to get lost on the NASCAR racetrack than it would be to get him to kiss you. Trust me, I'm a guy. He tells me things." Suddenly, his eyes widened and he sent a startled look to Lily. "Lil, do you really have to pee or something? The look on your face is giving me the heebie jeebies."

A soft, dazed expression had totally consumed the blonde's face, and a slow smile spread across her lips. "I have an idea," she whispered, then squealed, throwing her hands into the air and embracing a startled Miley. "Like, a brilliant beyond brilliant idea!" She pushed Miley away from her, staring at her with determination. "I know how we're going to get you and Oliver to give into each other and do the nasty." Ignoring Miley's noise of protest, Lilly turned her gaze to Jackson, plotting already commencing and swirling behind her twinkling eyes. "And you're going to help."

Jackson whimpered. "What have I gotten myself into?"

TBC...