"Oliver, if you don't hurry your butt up we are going to miss our plane!" I called from the limo. Alright, so maybe, we didn't need to take a limo to the airport, but showing up in style was always a good thing and plus, my dad was making up travel as Hannah, Lola, and Fausto--or rather Oliver. "OLIVER!"
"I'm coming!" he said rushing out of the door with his suitcases, carry-on, and the bag for his wig, which he was supposed to have on and he didn't. Jackson put his bags in the trunk and Oliver literally had to dive over Lilly and I to get into the limo. He smiled sheepishly.
Lilly rolled here eyes. "You were supposed to be in costume when you left the house. Did you miss the Hannah memo?"
"Anyway you donut," I said and we both whacked him on the back of the head.
"Ow! It's not my fault. My mother was having a mid-life crisis. She was all crying and saying that her baby was all grown up and going on his first road trip. It was scary," Oliver said putting his hands up. Jackson climbed in back and the limo started to pull away. Oliver took a seat next to Lilly and looked around. "Miley, where's your dad?"
"He's upfront, so no monkey business back there," my dad said putting down the tinted glass in-between the front seats and the back seats.
"Oh hi Mr. Stewart," Oliver said nervously.
"Boy, where's your wig?"
"Right here, I was just putting it on!" He fumbled to pull out the wig and he placed it on his head.
My dad laughed and said, "Good." He put the glass back up, but left a crack at the top. Lilly reached over and helped Oliver fix his wig. She had a hard time with it though because she was laughing, so I reached over to help.
"No, you guys are doing it all wrong," Jackson said. He reached over and placed the wig backwards on Oliver's head.
"I don't think that's right either. I can't see anything." I reached over and put it on correctly. Jackson tried to "fix" it again, but I smacked on the arm and he stopped trying. "Man Miley, did anyone ever tell you that you're violent?"
I shrugged and looked over to say something to Lilly, but she'd fallen asleep. Okay, so it was early in the morning. Only 5:30, but we had to be at the airport by six to go through security or we'd never make our flight. Been there, done that, but that was Jackson's fault. Speaking of Jackson, my dad made me bring him. He gave me some long speech about how he didn't want Jackson by himself all summer because he and Coop would throw parties every night and we'd come back to find the house burned down. Jackson and I tried to convince him that they wouldn't, but my dad didn't go for it. Sadly.
Other than that little problem, this summer was going to be amazing. Lilly and Oliver were coming with me on my East Coast tour. It was going to be so much fun living in a tour bus with my best friends, compared to just my dad and Jackson. Plus, we'd gotten out of the two weeks of school for it. Our middle school career had ended and we were going to be high school Freshmen next year.
"Hey Miley," I turned away from looking out the window and my last look at Malibu until September. "So what's the game plan?"
"We're flying into Augusta," I told Oliver. "We're picking up the tour bus and then tomorrow I have rehearsals with the dancers and band because I haven't worked with them for over a week. My first concert is tomorrow night. You can hang backstage or you can be in the audience. It's up to you."
He nodded, he looked at Lilly and then turned back to me. "Do Lilly's wigs always make you want to have a seizure?" I looked at the bright lime green wig she had on and smiled.
"No, just the one's that are way past the term 'bright,'" I said. My dad rolled down the window again and looked into the back. Both Jackson and Lilly had nodded off. Jackson would need some coffee and Lilly would just need some press to really be awake. I expected Oliver to be asleep by now too, but he was still wide awake. I suspected he was too excited, the "Hannah experience" was still new to him.
"Hey Bud, get your brother and Lilly up, we're almost there." He rolled the window up again.
I reached over and shook Lilly's shoulder. No reaction. I tried again, but still nothing. I sighed, she was going to make this difficult. "Lilly look, it's Orlando Bloom!" I said and ducked. She woke up flailing her arms and smacked Oliver right in the face. I giggled.
Oliver rubbed his nose and in a rather nasally voice said, "You could have warned me you were going to do that."
"And that would have taken the fun out of it." I then "tried" to wake Jackson p by poking him. I got no reaction out of him and shrugged at Lilly and Oliver. They weren't paying attention to me, Lilly was apologizing for smacking Oliver in the nose and Oliver was milking the attention. "Okay, identity check. Oliver who is that?" I asked pointing to Lilly.
"That's Lilly," he said. He raised an eyebrow in confusion. I rolled my eyes. He obviously knew who we all were, but the correct answer would have been, "Lola" because I was looking for her celebrity alias. Lilly caught on though.
"No I'm Lola. Lola Luftnagle--"
"Or was it Loftnagle?" I asked.
"Who cares? They sound the same."
None of us had realized that the car had stopped until my dad opened the door next to me and ushered us out of the car. We piled out and retrieved all our luggage and carry-ons. I didn't have as much luggage as the rest of them though because all of my Hannah stuff had been shipped before, so that the tour group would have it. My dad did a head count. "Where's Jackson?" I pointed in the limo. "Jackson Rod Stewart, you'd better get out of that limo."
Jackson awoke with a start and yelped when he hit is head on the top of the limo. Oops, maybe I should have woken up him up. "Ouch, you didn't have to yell."
We hurried inside before I could be mobbed by anyone. We checked in and got to our terminal. Jackson went off and got us all a hot drink and a bagel for breakfast. We were sitting in the terminal waiting for him when my dad tried to do an identity check.
"Okay you are?"
"Hannah Montana."
"Lola Luftnagle--"
"Loftnagle…"
"Whatever Miley!"
"Fausto Ferdinand."
"Good, everyone knows who they are."
Yes everyone knew who they were. If only we could remember when it actually counted. Then I realized something.
"Okay, how come everyone gets really cool first names and I'm stuck with 'Hannah'?"
Lilly looked up first. "Well I mean I guess you could change it, but I mean, it'd have to rhyme with 'Montana' or it wouldn't make much sense."
"Miles, why would you want a new name? Your Hannah Montana, teen pop sensation!" My dad tried to say, but Oliver broke in.
"'Banana' rhymes with 'Montana'."
My dad laughed. "Bud, do you want to be 'Banana Montana'?"
We all laughed. "No, I'm good with Hannah."
When Jackson came back the group gratefully gulped down some hot chocolate/coffee and munched down on bagels. I got up with Jackson to throw away the trash and a teenage girl stopped at the trashcan frozen when she saw Jackson and I. I had momentarily forgotten I was dressed as Hannah Montana.
"Hey," I said as I dropped the trash in the trashcan. The girl smiled.
"You're Hannah Montana!"
"Uh, yeah, see ya."
"Wait, can I have an autograph?" I turned back around and smiled. Jackson snickered and came to stand next to me. The girl threw away her trash and then rummaged through her bag, searching for a pen and some paper. She produced a notebook and a permanent marker and handed it to me. I started scrawling on it when she asked. "So are you two back together? Because I thought that Jacksannah was the cutest thing since… forever."
"No, we're just traveling together," I said politely and handed the notebook back to the girl.
"I can't wait to tell my friends I met you, they'll never believe me!"
"Yeah, nice to meet you too. Now, we've got to go." I turned around and took Jackson by the wrist, dragging him away from the teenage girl. I looked back and the girl had run off into the next terminal I sighed. We sat for twenty more minutes, I played Go Fish with Lilly and Oliver before they finally called boarding for our flight. I was getting myself situated when I heard a scream.
"Look! It's Hannah Montana!" I tensed up, I could feel the others too! We rushed toward the line and my dad and the flight attendants rushed me through leaving everyone else on the outside. I didn't have to be told twice to hurry my butt up and get on the plane. I was settled nicely in my seat by the time everyone else got on. Oliver's wig was on sideways, Lilly fixed it for him.
"Traveling with you is dangerous," Oliver said. He shoved his carry-on up above him and then did the same for Lilly. She slid past me to the window seat and then he took the aisle. My dad and Jackson were a row behind us, their seats were split. Jackson was sitting against the side of the plane with his feat reached across the seat in my dad's lap.
"Hey Miles, it was a school trip! Full of screaming boys and girls. It was mayhem, but that hottie from before was there," he said.
"Jackson, don't refer to the female race as 'hotties' and my name is 'Hannah'," I told him.
"Better be more careful next time Bud," my dad said.
I settled down and waited for the plane to take off. So far, this vacation had been pretty interesting and it was only the beginning.