Title: Rosie, Meet My Sister
Fandom: Princess Protection Program and Hannah Montana
Pairings: Carter/Rosie
Rating: PG
Genre: Family/Romance
Summary: Carter and Joe receive some startling news… Later, Rosie surprises the Masons with a visit during Carter's winter break, and the girls' relationship quickly begins to deepen from best friends to something more.
Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Protection Program or Hannah Montana. They are both owned by Disney Channel.
Notes: I will eventually be re-categorizing this as a crossover, but I wanted to see if it'd catch anyone's interest, so I just posted it here. Enjoy!
Prologue, Part I
If Mikayla had known what Hollywood would be like before, she probably wouldn't have worked so hard to get there.
It's not that she hadn't liked Hollywood. Cause she had. Kind of. She liked singing and she liked acting, and she liked knowing that people liked her singing and liked her acting. Liked. Past tense. Things had changed.
The singing career hadn't lasted long, only eight months. "If Cupid Had A Heart" was only a cover, it was her only single, and it had made her a one-hit wonder. As a one-hit wonder, she'd been interviewed with Hannah Montana. Hannah Montana. Mikayla loved Hannah Montana, had ever since the beginning of the pop star's career. But when she finally got to meet her, she couldn't be stupid and get all crazed fan girl on her, so she did the exact opposite. She was a complete and total bitch, taking a leaf out of her agent Margo's book. Because of this, she had made an enemy where she could've – and should've – made a friend.
The acting career had been her next option. Somehow, she didn't know quite how, she'd gotten a leading role on Roger Bucks: Intergalactic Bounty Hunter with Jake Ryan, who she'd had a big crush on. For about ten minutes. That stupid movie had been the peak of her acting career. After that, she managed to last a little more than another year playing small roles in big movies, modeling, and serving on charity boards. But she just wasn't into it anymore.
When her last contracted photo shoot with some overrated teen magazine ended, she handed Margo her resignation and told her aunt and uncle who'd she lived with for the last two years that she was going home. They'd acted sad but Mikayla, as always, saw through their mask. But she didn't call them on it. She knew she was just an annoyance to them, always had been. No one had truly cared about her here.
As the last of her things were packed and loaded onto the small truck she'd rented, she sighed and pulled out her cell phone to complete her final task. Pulling up her contact list on the iPhone, she thumbed through the names. She took a deep breath as she stopped on one simply titled Dad. She clicked it, biting her bottom lip nervously, and brought the phone to her ear.
It only rang twice before her father answered.
"Daddy?" Mikayla said quietly. "It's me. Mikayla. I…I'm coming home."