A/N - sorry it took so long. At my school we have cumulative quarterlies instead of finals so I've been busy. Now back to a sweet Jackson and a sick Miley.

Chapter 4 – Not So Peaceful Night

Miley and Jackson were both asleep when their dad came home to pack. He left a note on the kitchen table about what to do about food for the weekend. He left early. Who knows? The plane might just be on time.

Soon after Robbie Ray left, Jackson awoke to the sound of retching. He jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. There, he found Miley hunched over the toilet. He ran over to her and pulled her beautiful, wavy, shoulder – length hair back. He remembered that you were supposed to rub the back of a person when they were throwing up. So, Jackson did his best attempt at rubbing Miley's back. He wasn't quite sure which way to rub, and he held his arm awkwardly making them look quite ridiculous. Still, it was the thought that counted.

Miley panted. She seemed to be done puking for the moment though.

"Are you all done?" Jackson asked. He wanted to be sure he could let go of her hair.

"I think so.." said Miley's shaky voice.

"Good thing it's a Saturday; we don't have school tomorrow."

"Yeah. But I'm exhausted, so, lets go back to bed."

Miley took a step towards the door before almost falling.

"Need some help?" Jackson asked. Miley nodded before allowing Jackson to put her arm around his neck so she could lean on him for support. Jackson helped her get into bed. She smiled when he tucked her in.

Several more times the same situation happened. Miley pukes, Jackson comes, get less awkward at rubbing her back, helps her up, then tucks her in. Morning came to fast for either one of them. Jackson was up way before Miley. He was making pancakes. He made some smaller ones for Miley just in case she felt like she could eat. After eating his own, he was going to take them up to her, but to his surprise, Miley came down. She looked exhausted, but she was way better than last night.
"Miley! Shouldn't you be in bed?"

Jackson walked over to her and felt her forehead. To his relief, she didn't have a fever anymore.

"Well, thanks to you, I feel much better. I decided I should come down and get breakfast. I'm kind hungry."

"Here you go," he said handing her the plate of small pancakes.

"Thanks, Jackson."

"No problem. I mean, after all, they are just pancakes."

"Well yeah, but I meant for everything you did last night."

"No sweat, Miles. I know you would have done the same thing for me."

Before he could say anything else, Miley leaned in and hugged him. (a/n aww…)

"I don't know about that. I don't think I can carry you from limo to limo."

Jackson laughed and then gave Miley a noogy.(-Spelling?)

THE END.

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