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Hannah Montana, chapter 4!
newsies: they almost kiss
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"Oh man, it's working. Boy is it working!" Jackson exclaimed as he and Oliver entered the Stewart home. "So many girls talked to me today. They think we're hot!"

Oliver had to admit that more girls had talked to him than usual today. Even Saint Sarah had approached him and wished him luck in his new relationship. He wanted to scream out, "WE'RE NOT REALLY DATING."

Oliver was confused. He felt weird, and he felt suffocated. He had chased several girls in his past. Never had they chased him. And never had they chased him when he was this distracted. By a guy. NEVER had he been distracted by a guy.

"You have to check out this show." Jackson said, completely ignoring Oliver's mood. "It's where I got this GREAT idea!"

He picked up the TV remote and turned to this show. He sat on the couch and Oliver sat next to him awkwardly, watching the show. It was about this girl who wanted to date a guy... but then he told her he was gay. And then she wanted to go shopping with him.

"It's called The Gay Guy." Jackson continued as soon as the episode ended. "Stupid show, but we're doing awesome aren't we?"

Oliver couldn't take this. He had to know if Jackson had liked that kiss from earlier as much as he had.

"Yeah, about that..." He began.

"Well, look who it is! The boyfriends!"

Oliver turned to see Miley and Lilly walk into the house. Before he had the chance to do or say anything, Jackson moved in closer and put an arm around him. Oliver's face burned up.

"You guys are pretty cute." Lilly smiled. "But why didn't you tell us, Oliver?"

"I... I... I don't know."

"He was just nervous. Isn't that right, Oliver?" Jackson claimed, planting a kiss on Oliver's cheek.

"Heh, yeah, I was nervous."

"Well, don't let us keep you from making out on our couch." Miley said. "We'll be in my room."

The girls disappeared, and Jackson moved away from Oliver again. Oliver felt relieved, but strangely disappointed. This could not be happening. He liked girls. He knew he liked girls. There was no question. He did not like guys. Right?

"Whew, that was close. We're good." Jackson said, leaning back against the couch. "You have to act like you're more into it for it to really work, though."

I am into it, Oliver thought. That's my problem.

"Jackson, I... I don't know if I like this whole thing." Oliver said. The sooner he could end this, the better.

"Sure you like it." Jackson said confidently. "You're getting girls. So am I."

"No... I mean the bi thing. I can't do it." Oliver said.

Jackson's face was blank for a moment. Then there was frustration and anger. "Oh, I get it. You don't want to help me!" He jumped up. "Good day, Oliver!" After a moment, he said, "I said, good day!"

But instead of kicking him out of the house, Jackson stomped up the stairs.

Oliver stood there, more confused than ever.