Hi (: I update a lot, agreed? Well, ii decided on a new multi-chapter story. If I get 10 reviews, I'll carry on with it. I hope to get 10 reviews, because I love writing, and hope you like reading my stories.

Summary: Miley's depressed, she lost Lily to a subway crash, and is feeling lonely, her dad noticed and sent her to a LGBT camp, in the hope that she could find a girl who could cheer her up. Mikayla's there as well, but under a fake identity, she wouldn't want her fans knowing she was gay. Will the two girls get it on? Of course… it's me (: (OH, btw, Mikayla and Hannah Montana have never met & don't hate each other..)

Miley's POV.

I was sitting in the front of my dad's car, on some road, going to a camp in the middle of no-where. I looked behind me, my suitcase was on the back seat, and all I was doing was sleeping, waking up, talking to my dad, and reading the flyer for the camp. The car journey was long and boring; I rested my head against the window, which vibrated against my head.

After 3 long and boring hours in the car, my dad stopped in a car park, which had about 40 other cars parked in it, all with kids saying bye to their parents. There was a group of people by the building next to the car park, with a man with a whistle and a clip board. Every few minutes, two of the kids would walk off together and take their suitcases to god knows where.

"Don't worry Miley, by the end of the summer, you'll have found a new girl, and you'll be happy. You'll forget all about Lily, you'll see." My dad said in his gruff Tennessee accent, he put his arm around my shoulder, and kissed the top of my head.

"Yeah, I guess." I said quietly, He smiled at me sweetly, and then helped me get my suitcase out of the back of the car. I said bye to him, and hugged him tightly. Then I walked over to the man with the clipboard, there was only one other kid next to him now.

"You must be Miley Stewart, The last one to arrive. You'll be sharing a room with… Joanna Logan." He said, the girl standing next to me shot her head up and looked at me and smiled. She was hot, but I couldn't help but think she looked a little familiar, but I just shrugged it off.

"You two are in room 159, your schedules are on the coffee table, here are your keys, good luck and I hope you find your soul mates." He said with a smile, I took the keys and me and Joanna walked in silence. All the apartments, that's right, apartments, were in number order, 1 & 2 were on the ground floor, 3 & 4 were on the 1st floor, etc… Luckily, we weren't on some super high floor that was like… the 70th floor, there were 15 buildings and 10 floors in each building, and lifts to get up to your floors. We were in the 8th apartment block, on the top floor.

We got in the lift, and Joanna pressed the button. We were in the lift in silence until it opened and we were on our floor. There were two doors, one said '159' on it, the other said… wait for it… '160', surprised, right?

I put my key in the door and unlocked it. It was a huge apartment, nothing like the kind you'd expect at camp. There was a white leather couch, a flat screen TV with cable, a glass coffee table, and a few pictures of birds. The walls were white throughout the apartment, and every room had black out blinds. No wonder it's so expensive to go here.

There were two doors which lead to the bedrooms, which were also huge. They both had double beds, with white bed sheets and a bunch of pillows, there was also a huge closet in each room, and a small flat screen TV with DVD player in each room.

"You don't talk much do you?" A voice from behind me asked me, I hadn't noticed Joanna standing behind me. Her voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't work out who it was, so I ignored it.

I turned around to face her, "I-Yeah, I do, I just thought you didn't is all. I'm Miley." I said as I held out my free hand (My other was occupied holding my suitcase up,) she took it in hers and shook it. She smiled, kind of lop sided, it was beautiful.

"Mik… erm, Joanna." She said smiling.

"You sure about that one?" I asked smirking at her, she nodded and looked around the room.

"Which room do you want?" I asked, which she smirked at.

"Which ever one you're in." she said seductively, she licked her lips then winked at me. Well she's sure of herself. I thought to myself with a smile.

"Erm… okay, we'll have that one I guess…" I said, pointing to the left room. She nodded and took her suitcase into the right room, I looked confused, she said she wanted to share with me, but she was walking into the room I said I didn't want.

"What? I still need my own closet." She said as she lifted her suitcase onto the bed. She unzipped it, and started to pull her clothes out of the suitcase, and putting them into the closet. I didn't say anything else, I just went into the left room, and started to put my stuff away.

Once I was done, I walked into the living room, Joanna was sitting on the couch, flicking through a fashion magazine, I went up behind her and leant over the couch.

"That would look so hot on you." I said in a hushed tone, she looked behind her and smiled at me, then went back to her magazine.

"Yeah, and I was thinking… that would look hot on you." She said as she flicked the page to the lingerie, and pointed at a red bra with black panties, I chuckled and went around the couch to sit next to her, I got the remote off the coffee table, and turned the TV on, flicking the channels until I found a music channel playing some half descent songs.

"And now, we have an interview with teen pop sensation Mikayla Hartward, her hit single 'If cupid had a heart' is 2nd in the charts, behind Hannah Montana's 'You'll always find your way back home.'" The guy on the TV said, Mikayla came on screen, and Joanna looked up from her magazine.

I looked between Mikayla on TV, and Joanna sitting next to me. Something looked the same about them, they had the same facial features, but different hair, they had the same voice, but different accents, Mikayla's was a strong American accent, Joanna's was a Tennessee accent, not a strong one, just a little one, it was barely noticeable.

"Wow, she's really good." I said, Joanna smiled at my comment.

"She's okay, I prefer Hannah Montana, Mikayla's more a rising star, she's nothing special." She said, as she flipped to the next page in her magazine. Well, she likes Hannah Montana, that's a good thing.

"Yeah, Hannah Montana's good, but still… Mikayla's hot." I said, then blushed a deep shade of red when I realised what I said.

"So is Hannah Montana, I definitely wouldn't kick her outta bed." Joanna said with a wink. Oh great. I thought to myself, as I tried to get images of me with my wig on, and Joanna, on the bed, sweaty, naked, panting. Fucking hell.

"Anyway, we're gonna be sleeping in the same bed, I don't know anything about you. Tell me a bit about yourself, I wanna know everything." She said, closing her magazine and putting it on the coffee table. She turned herself round so she was facing me, and put her feet on the couch.

"Well, I'm Miley Stewart, I'm 14, I go to Seaview high, in California, but I'm from Tennessee, My best friend and girlfriend, died last year in a subway accident, My daddy knew I was a lesbian since I was 11, and he finally agreed to send me here for the summer since Lily died. My mom died when I was 7 from cervical cancer." I said, Joanna looked genuinely sorry when I told her about my mom & Lily. But then she smiled brightly at me.

"Wow, that's rough Miley… but on a plus side, I live in California too. I haven't seen you before, but still…" She said and I smiled. That was my only problem with this camp. If I met someone I really liked, chances are, she'd live miles away & I'd never see her again.

"That's great, so I guess I'll see you after the 2 months of camp." I said, and she nodded. "So, what about you?" I asked, she looked like she was thinking for a while, thinking about what to tell me and what to leave out maybe.

"I'm Joanna Logan, I'm from California, but I don't go to school, I'm home schooled for… private reasons. My mom kinda worked out that I'm gay when she saw the way I looked at girls at the beach and stuff, I've never had a serious relationship with a girl, or a boy. I've had dates, but didn't call them just because I didn't like them much. My dad's an alcoholic tosser who only thinks about himself and left when I was 12, I haven't spoken to him since." She said, She didn't seem that bothered by her dad, which I guess was a good thing, because she wouldn't go into depression every time I mentioned my dad.

"Cool, well, except from your dad, but… You know what I mean. Anyway, what do you wanna do?" I asked, she shrugged, and leant forward to the coffee table, grabbing the schedule we hadn't looked at yet.

"Dinner's at 7, and after dinner there's a 'getting to know you' session. We could go and see what there is around camp." She suggested, It was a good idea, so I nodded and got up. It was 3.00, so we had 4 hours to go until we had to be in the canteen. We both got up and I grabbed my purse, she grabbed hers to, and we went down in the lift to explore the camp.

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"I love this camp! It's amazing." I said as we came out of the stables, it had everything, it was like a holiday park, it had stables, go-karting, swimming pools indoors & outdoors, nail studios, a photographers place for 'new couples' to have pictures taken, there was a concert arena and once a week they would get a celebrity to come and sing, a few restaurants where I suppose you go on dates, a sports hall, and a load of other stuff that you could do. It was all paid for in the price so we could do it all when we wanted, except the restaurants and actually getting the photo's printed.

"I know! I could live here!" she said happily as we walked down the edge of the lake. There were a few couples walking down holding hands and occasionally stopping to make out. We walked in silence side by side, just talking about random things, I was starting to really like her.

But I cant help thinking she sounds and looks really familiar.

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