A/N: Okay, so I decided to change this to a two-shot based on Sidhe-Anomaly's request that I write the part where Jackson actually tells Lilly how he feels. So here it is! Hope you guys enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated. Like the previous chapter, this one is mostly written in italics because it was again, mostly all flashbacks.
Disclaimer: Again, I don't own Hannah Montana. Also, I used a quote from Grey's Anatomy in the first section of this chapter. (indicated by parentheses) I don't own those words. Also, the song used in the chapter, again, not mine. It is by Snow Partol. Thanks!
He remembers the first time he told her how he felt about her.
It wasn't something he had planned. Well, okay, he had always planned on telling her. But whenever he thought too deeply about it, he would freeze up, get nervous, and chicken out. So one day, he just blurted it out ,without even thinking.
There was nothing particularly special about that day at the time, but little did he know, it was about to become a day he would always remember.
Jackson had been working at Rico's that day, as usual, and Miley and Lilly were at the beach "scoping out the guys", their words, not his. Anyway, it was a slow day, there were no customers at his stand. Then, he saw her coming. To any ordinary passerby, she would have looked like any normal beach-going teenager. She was wearing long, black, surfer shorts and a pink bikini top, her blonde hair in loose braids. But to Jackson, she was beautiful. She always looked beautiful.
She walked right up to the counter and sat down at her usual stool. "'Sup, Jackson?" she asked casually, picking up a menu, looking it over.
Before he could stop himself, the words flew right out of his mouth. "I think I love you," he told, staring right at her.
He couldn't see her reaction, the over-sized menu hiding her from view. However, a peal of laughter escaped from behind it. "Shut up, you're not as funny as you think you are," she said, laughing, fully expecting him to make some wise-ass remark back.
However, he just gently pulled the menu from her grip, leaving her hands wrapped in fists on the counter. She glanced up at him, but he couldn't bring himself to look at her. He zoned out, the reality of what he had just said hitting him like a ton of bricks.
Then she spoke up. "Jackson," she began, her voice soft and shaky. "Stop messing around,"
He looked down, his eyes finally locking in with hers."Do you want to go to dinner with me tonight?"
"Why are you doing this?" she asked her voice now sounding really worried. Not that he blames her. She had never seen him as anything other than Miley's goofy older brother who reminded her of some stupid baby lion cub.
So he decided to just let it all out, the words flowing from his mouth like a river, "You know, I've been wanting to say this for a while now, Lilly. I have a huge, massive, gigantic, undeniable crush on you," he confessed.
She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. "No, let me get this out. I figure this is already humiliating enough, might as well top it off, right?"
She closed her mouth and allowed him to continue. "Actually, you know what? I don't have a crush on you. I'm in love with you. And as crazy as that sounds, it's true. I love everything about you. I love the way you're always at our house. I love the way you always come into our house on your skateboard. I love your goofy hats. I love the way you kink your eyebrow when you look at me when I'm being an idiot. So I guess what I am trying to say is that I love you, Lilly Truscott. (In a really, really, big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cake, stand outside with a radio over my head unfortunate way)," he concluded, baring his entire heart and soul to her.
She studied him, expressionless. He was worried about what her reaction would be when he finally told her, but somehow no reaction was worse than a bad reaction.
"Jackson, I...I don't know what to say," she said breathlessly.
That was all he needed to hear. "It's okay. You don't have to say anything. I just had to get that off my chest," he said, turning around to go to the back of the shop.
He stopped short when he felt something hit him in the back of his head. Looking around, he saw a crumbled up piece of paper lying at his feet. He bent down and retrieved it. When he opened it, on it was written one simple word: "yes."
He turned around to look at Lilly, who was once again studying the menu, her faced flushed.
"What's this?" he asked slowly.
"Yes. I'd love to go to dinner with you tonight," she said with a bright smile, never tearing her eyes off the menu.
His own face was taken over by a grin, and he continued to the back of Rico's with a feeling that that day would be the beginning of something great.
He remembers the first time he went on a date with her.
He had a plan. He was going to hurry down the stairs and out the front door before either his dad or his sister had a chance to question where he was going. He tiptoed quietly down the stairs. So far so good. He carefully made his way over to the door. Almost there. He reached for the door knob, which let out a creaky "SQUEAK" as he turned it. Busted.
Miley came bounding out of the kitchen. She let out a whistle when she caught sight of her brother. He was decked out in his nicest outfit. Non-wrinkled khaki pants and blue polo, and it looked like he had actually ran his hair under some water for once.
"Dang, Jackson. Got a hot date?" she asked him, completely kidding.
He shot her a "look." "Oh my, God! Do you?!" she screeched, running over to her brother, looking him up and down.
He just smiled humbly. "You do!" she said in amazement. "Who's the poor girl who fell for your cheese-ball lines?"
Jackson shot his sister a knowing smile, ruffled her hair like she was five, and slipped out the door, leaving Miley staring at a closed door with her jaw hanging to the floor.
He picked her up at her house. She, too, had dressed up for the occasion, although her clothes looked like they were slightly too big for her, like she had stolen them out of her older sister's closet.
The ride to the restaurant was awkward, to put in nicely, after the initial greetings. He concentrated on the road in front of them, jaw clenching every so often while he tried to think of something clever to say. She rested her elbow on the window, and was looking lazily at the passing scenery with her chin resting in her hand.
He tried to steal glances at her, trying to read her facial expressions to see what she was thinking. But it was no use. He sighed dejectedly, and they continued onto the restaurant in silence.
By the time the waiter had left with their orders, he had about all of the awkward silence he could stand.
"So I went to buy some camouflage pants the other day but I couldn't find any," he blurted out just as she was taking a sip of her soda.
She looked at him, her eyebrow kinking, trying to decide if he was being serious. Then her eyes widened as she recognized the joke. Her hand flew to her mouth, but it was too late, soda shot everywhere as she dissolved into a fit of giggles and coughs.
"Oh my, God. I am SO sorry," she said with tears in her eyes and soda dripping from her nose.
He looked at her trying to suppress his laughter. "I think some of the hit me," he said, his voice cracking up as a couple snickers escaped.
Her face turned red. "I can feel the bubbles in my nose," she said embarrassed.
That did it. He lost it. His laughter emitted from him loudly, and she joined him, the ice between the pair, finally broken. There wasn't another awkward silence between them the rest of the night.
He remembers the first time he danced with her.
They sat in the restaurant until they were kicked out because the wait staff wanted to go home. As they reached his car, Jackson turned to her, his eyes shining.
"Lilly, would you like to dance?" he asked her with a mischievous grin on his face.
He noticed her eyebrow kinking, which of course meant that she thought he was insane. "In the parking lot?" she questioned skeptically.
"Check it out," he said as he opened the driver's side door. He inserted the keys in the ignition and turned the lights on, illuminating a small section of the parking lot. He pushed the radio on, and the sound of "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol began emitting from the car.
I don't quite know Those three words
How to say
How I feel
Are said too much
But not enough
Those three words
He went around back to the front of the car. He took her hand and pulled her close. He snaked his arms around her tiny waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck. At first, she was keeping her distance as there was a good foot between them, but as the song went on, he could feel her gradually moving closer and closer, until she was right up against him, her head resting on his chest, eyes closed.
They gathered from stares from curious passerbys, but neither of them noticed. They were too wrapped up in their own little world. Then Jackson felt a drop of something wet on his head. Looking up, another one landed in his eye, making him squint. The first few drops of a rainstorm were beginning to fall. Then, without warning, it began to pour.
Lilly shrieked in surprise, and went to dash for the car. Jackson quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked softly.
Lilly looked at him and felt herself begin to melt under his gaze. She moved back into the comfortable position against, and the two continued swaying in the pouring rain, floodlighted by the lights of his car.
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
He remembers the first time he stayed up all night with her.
By the time he dropped Lilly off at her house, it was raining even harder. Lilly made a move to get out of the car, but stopped, turning to him.
"Jackson, come inside. It's too dangerous for you to drive back to your house like this," she stated logically.
He wanted nothing more than to follow her inside, but he knew the consequences of him staying out any later would not be pretty when he finally went home and faced Robby-Ray.
"I wish I could, Lilly, but my dad would kill me," he told her regrettably.
"So call him and tell him you're at Cooper's house," she argued reasonably.
"What are we going to tell your mother?" he asked, feeling himself beginning to give into her already.
She looked at him with a small smile. "My mother's on a business trip for the weekend."
Reminding himself that Lilly was still young and he could be arrested in some states for the thoughts he was having at the moment, he slid out of the car and followed her up the walkway and into her house.
She lit a fire in the living room, and the two settled on the floor in front of it, with a bag of chips between them.
"So, what do you want to do?" she asked him innocently.
He had a few ideas, but kept those to himself. "We could play the questions game," he suggested, looking at her with an evil smirk.
"What's that?" she asked.
"It's a game where I get to ask you three questions and you have to answer them, no matter what, and then you get to ask me three questions," he told her.
"This could end badly," she muttered softly, helping herself to a chip.
He laughed. "Don't worry. I'll go easy on you," he said, trying to sound convincing.
"Why is it that I don't believe you?" she asked, narrowing her gaze at him.
He slung his arm around her neck. "C'mon. It'll be fine. I promise," he said softly, whispering in her ear.
She gave in, and the two asked each other questions all night, ignoring the three question limit. Topics ranged from favorite color, to most embarrassing moment. Through it all, Jackson stuck to his promise and made sure that Lilly stayed comfortable. And before they knew it, the clock above them chimed, signaling that it was currently 7 o'clock in the morning.
He remembers the first time he kissed her.
"Oh, man. I can't believe it's 7,"he said with a groan, letting his head fall backward against the couch.
"Did you ever call you dad?" she asked him.
His head shot up, and he looked at her in horror, "Crap," was all he said, looking at her hopelessly.
"You're really gonna get it," she told him with mock sympathy, reaching up to run her fingers through his sandy-blonde hair.
He knew she was right, but somehow, feeling her softly touching him made him feel like it was all going to be okay.
"It was worth it," he uttered softly, looking deep into her eyes.
His sudden shift in emotion startled her. She pulled her hand back into her lap. "Jackson? Why are you looking at me like that?"
He didn't know how to explain the sudden urge that came over him. All he knew was that he needed to feel her soft lips on his.
He reached across her and lightly brushed his hand against her cheek.
"Jackson, what-?" she began to ask, but was quickly silenced when he pressed his mouth softly against hers.
He pulled away, waiting for a reaction. Her eyes were closed, almost as if she were expecting more. They fluttered opened softly, and she looked at him in total shock. "Why did you do that?" she asked him, breathlessly.
He simply shrugged. "Because I wanted to," he told her honestly.
She nodded, taking it all in. "Oh, okay," she said quietly, looking down at the floor.
Suddenly, her eyes shot up, connecting with his. She moved her head closer to his, grabbing his face between his hands. She looked a him for a moment, and then she leaned even closer, capturing his lips with hers.
He remembers every time he kisses her.
"Jackson!" she said loudly, snapping him out of his trance.
"Huh, what?" he asked, completely unaware of what was going on around him. Lilly was lookign at him like he was completely nuts. But then again, what else was new?
"Umm, hello?" his girlfriend questioned sarcastically. "I asked you which movie you wanted to see, like, three minutes ago. But you were off in one of your trances."
"Sorry," he muttered, embarrassed that she caught him daydreaming again.
"What were you thinking about anyway?" she asked, shrugging her blonde hair off her shoulders.
He remembers every time she had asked him that question, and how he had never been able to respond. But now, finally, he was able to answer her.
"Just thinking about this," he answered, wrapping her up in his arms and kissing her passionately.