My name is Miley Stewart. I'm a sixteen year old girl who is living the dream. Recently, I've gotten into some trouble. I was at a party with some friends and I had a drink, or two, or six. I woke up totally trashed, along with my best friend Lilly. I don't really know what happened that night, but it wasn't good. This summer, Hannah Montana was supposed to go on tour, it just crushed me to find out my father was taking that away from me. Yes, it's true, I am Hannah, but, for this summer I'm Miley Stewart, going away to a camp. Gosh, I know me…in a camp. Worse of all, it's a camp for Juvenile Performers. I'm Hannah Montana, and he's making me go to a camp to improve MY skills? I can't believe him.

"Bye, dad." I spit as he dropped me off at camp. He drove off, he did it. I can't believe he REALLY drove off and left me here. I turned around, seeing all of these people singing, dancing, or playing an instrument. "Eww." I said to myself as I walked into the admissions room. I checked in, seeing three boys just standing around.

Connect Three. Shane, Jason, and Nate Grey. I knew who they are, I've met them at a few award shows and posed with them in a few pictures, well Hannah did.

"Can I help you?" the middle one asked, he gave me a look like I was being a bitch. I didn't do anything, I was just staring and reminiscing the memories, they should be used to that.

I shook my head no, bringing in my lips and smiling. I knew I had to keep my cool around them, I'm pretty sure they'll be the only people I could relate with.

"Shane, calm yourself." I heard Nate step-up. Nate Grey. He's something else. I remember when a rumor went around that he and Hannah were dating because we talked about recording together. People should realize that just because you'll say you should record together, doesn't mean it'll happen!

Jason just smiled at me; he was the nicest one, in my opinion. He always seemed so happy, nice to have around. "I'm Jason." He smiled, putting his hand out. I took his hand, shaking it.

"I'm Miley Stewart." She grinned.

Shane sighed, "So, Miley Stewart, what's your talent?"

I laughed, what CAN'T Hannah Montana do? She can even fly! Oh wait, no since we canceled my tour that WON'T be happening. "I do it all," I told him, "I sing, I dance, I play instruments,"

"Triple threat," Nate smiled.

I shook my head, with a grin on my face. "More like a quadruple threat, I act, too."

Jason nodded slowly, "So, you're a performer."

I smiled, nodding quickly. "Yeah, I'm a performer, I like that better."

"Well, I guess you'll have to be pretty good to compete with the kids here." Shane told me.

"Really?" I asked, "I thought this was a camp for kids with no talent and I thought I'd be the only one with talent!" I said dryly. Okay, that's exactly what I thought, but why would I let Shane freakin Gray know?

Nate and Jason laughed, and Shane just made a face. I've seen him make that face before, it's as if he wanted to give a smart ass answer but couldn't come up with one, meaning I won his approval which comes along with Nate and Jason's approval.

"You're something else, Miley Stewart." Nate told me, I just smiled at the complement. I didn't want to push it. I know how these guys work, one wrong move and you'll be in the back of their head, ONLY.

I looked at my papers the admission woman gave me. "So, do any of you think you could show me to bunk 212?" I asked, with an innocent smile on my face.

Nate looked at Shane, Shane just sighed and nodded. "Come with me," Nate ordered as I followed behind him.

As we were walking through the camp grounds, girls were yelling his name. I laughed, sighing.

"What?" He asked me, "Something funny?"

I nodded, with looking up at him with a face that meant "obviously". "Honestly, all I hear is 'Nate, Nate, I love so much!'" I said with a fake-high girls voice.

Nate grinned, looking down and blushing. "Yeah, how come you aren't like that?"

"Me!?" I asked, putting my hand over my chest, "One thing you need to know about me, Mr. Grey, is that I am NOT a fan girl. I get it, I know famous people don't want people to follow them around every ten seconds."

"How?" He asked. Boy, this kid was sure filled with questions!

I sighed, "I just know." I shook my head, "It's all glamorous when you're on stage, singing into the microphone and playing your guitar. But, once you get done performing, you want the yelling to stop, you just want to be your own person, not someone people think they know just because they saw you performing on stage at night."

He stopped walking and smiled at me, "I feel like I've met you before." His smile melted my heart, it's just so adorable…but I'm not one to get into a relationship with a rock star.

"Maybe you have," I teased, little does he know, he has.

"This is 212," Nate nodded slowly, "You can get unpacked, come find me later, I'll show you around."

I smiled at him, walking up the stairs with one of my bags, he took the other. "I'll think about it," I teased as we rolled in my hot pink luggage.

"Looking forward to it." He smiled, then he left, looking back every few seconds. He thought I wasn't looking, but I saw. He could be one of the world's most awkwardly adorable boy.

A/N: I must say, this is my favorite story I'm writting now. (: My other ones are still going to be written, but I think this one will be my main one for now! The only way I'd update my other stories as much as I do for this one id if you'll review them. If not, I'll stop writting. Read the other stories while you wait for this one. (: