Zoology Major.

By Katie

Pairing: Lackson-ish

Rating: K+

A/N: This is more Lackson friendship-with-insinuated-romance, but whatever.

Disclaimer: I do give off the air that I own the greatest show since One Tree Hill, don't I? But I don't. Or do I?

OOHMOO

"Jackson?"

"Hm?"

"What do you dream about?"

"What do I dream about?" Jackson Stewart laughed incredulously at Lilly Truscott, finding her fascination with his sleeping patterns quite funny.

"Yeah. I've been having some really weird dreams lately!" Lilly replied, her blond ponytail bouncing around.

"Well...last night, I dreamed that I was a zoology major leading a double life as a rock star named Bucky Kentucky. And then everybody found out my secret and I was like, 'Oh...crap!'" Jackson smirked, continuing to flip through the Sports Illustrated he was poring through.

"Oh, reall-Hey, wait a minute! Jackson, that's not funny!" Lilly glared.

"Nah, I dreamed about being a lifeguard at some swimming pool where all the kids were actually frogs. You?"

"Last night, I dreamed that I was a princess, and I was waiting for a handsome prince to come save me. And then the handsome prince was this really stupid, annoying, gross guy that I know." Lilly said, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder.

"Fairytales are for babies." Jackson replied.

Lilly looked down at her Chuck Taylor Converse sneakers, embarrassed that she had shared such a humiliating fantasy with Jackson. He was Miley's older brother. What had she been thinking?

Maybe her mother's meatloaf had been bad last night? The meat was old? The ketchup had expired?

Or maybe she'd forgotten to wash her hair in the shower that morning? Therefore, her brain was contaminated with the day before's hazy thoughts?

Lilly toyed with her ponytail, the awkward silence still hanging in the air.

"Wow, Lilly, if I didn't know any better, I'd say this was an awkward silence. At least on your part. Since the stupid, annoying, gross guy in your dream was probably me. Because why else would you be telling me such a pointless story?" Jackson rolled his eyes.

Lilly gaped, blushing madly.

"Oh, whatever, Jackson. If you're a handsome prince, then Oliver's a 30-year-old Asian woman!"

"Whatever. Don't worry, I won't tell Miley about this little conversation. I'm not that cruel and unusual."

Lilly opened her mouth to speak, but Jackson clamped a hand over it.

"Don't even think about answering that, Truscott."

OOHMOO

LOL, that was fun!