Title: Worst Dream Ever

Summary: Miley has a dream, and she doesn't like it very much at all.

Authors Note: My first Hannah Montana fanfic.

"Sweet Niblits!" she exclaimed as she saw the large photo of Jackson on the wall; he was on stage with a microphone. "No, no, no, no"

Miley Stewart was walking down to Rico's Surf Shack; she had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach as she did.

Then she heard the sweet sound of Lily laughing.

Running over she stopped and nearly threw up in her mouth; there seated on the wooden table and chairs were Jackson and Lily were – canoodling.

"Lily!"

"Miley, what are you doing here?" she asked, "I thought you were at that Volleyball tournament"

Miley stared blankly at Lily, "What? No, I hate Volleyball that's more a Jackso- hey, hey wait a minute!"

She looked over and spotted Oliver with Rico, and she walked over at him "Hey, hey, you're not supposed to be over there-"

"Where am I supposed to be?" he asked, "Sorry, do I know you?"

"Oliver, it's me… Miley"

"Oh yeah" Oliver said, and she felt relieved, "Your Jackson's little sister"

"What?"

"Hey, can I get an autograph?"

"What?" she asked again, "You want HIS autograph?"

"Yeah, I saw him on 'so you think you can sing' and – honestly – I'm too starstruck to ask him myself"

She took the magazine from his hands, and spotted Jackson on the front cover.

'JACKSON! THE BIGGEST SINGING SENSATION SINCE THE BEETLES!" she read out, "Since his appearance on 'so you think you can sing' Jackson has been the talk of the town, but what do we know about this teen singing sensation. A famous daddy and a nerdy little sister called Milly- MILLY!"

She threw down the magazine and screamed, "Nooo!"

"Miley! Miley!"

"Agh!" she screamed as she woke up, looking around she saw herself lying on the sofa in the living room, both Lily and Oliver looking very worried, she sighed happily, "I've just had the worst dream ever, and you were there and you were there and-"

"Jackson's in the house!" her older brother cried out, as he held an envelope "With a letter to audition on 'so you think you can sing!'

"No!"

Running she grabbed the envelope and tore it into little pieces, "Over - my – dead – body!"

"Er… Miley"

"What?"

Oliver pointed at the shredded paper in Miley's hands. "That- that was mine"