Who could love you better?

Part One

Welcome to The City of Love

Camera, check. Wallet, check. Passport, check. Friends. . . Miley Cyrus looked up with a worried glance, shooting her eyes to all corners of the room. There were so many suitcases littering the floors that you could no longer see the carpet. "Lilly!" she shouted, her southern drawl echoing of her walls and bouncy into her secret Hannah Montana closet. Lilly emerged, wearing four multicolored wigs on her very small blonde head.

"Sorry," Lilly said, pulling the wigs off one by one and shoving them into another suitcase. "I can't believe we are going to Europe!" they both screamed girly screams. A boy walked out of the closet also, index fingers shoved deep into his ears.

"I don't know what excites you two so much about Europe. I mean, what does it have to offer you?" the boy said, taking his fingers out of his ears.

"Boys!" Lilly and Miley said in unison. The squealing started again and the boy shot them both a dirty look. Lilly came over and ruffled his dark brown hair. "Oliver, you just wouldn't understand."

"I'm glad." He said, closing one of the suitcases and picking it up. "Something I won't be glad about is missing out on our flight. Now close these suitcases and let's go."

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Miley held her head in her hand. She felt a loopy daze fill her body. She was tempted to pull off her golden wig, but she knew better. She had worked so hard for her fame, she wasn't going to blow it with one dumb stunt. Miley stumbled down the stairs. She grabbed the guardrail and her bodyguard for dear life. "Miley, are you alright?" Roxy said, as she steadied "Hannah Montana". Miley nodded her head, and felt the wig shift towards the back of her head. No, she was not drunk, but she sure felt like it. She never experienced jet lag like this before. She wasn't the only one. She noticed that Lilly was leaning on Oliver as they walked down the stairs behind her. Even when she was dizzy Miley had a keen eye for love. She smiled a sly smile as she reached the end of the stairs and the start of the paparazzi frenzy.

"Hannah! Hannah! Over here!" shouted from one direction, while "Is there a new relationship in the works?" filled her other ear. She pulled her oversized sunglasses off her head and onto her eyes. Her daddy held open the limo's door and she made her way in, followed shortly by the rest of the crew.

They drove through the heart of Paris as they made their way to the hotel. The girls had their eyes looking at the beautiful architecture, while Oliver was looking for some real Parisian girls. The sun was setting and it was a beautiful sight as they past the Eiffel Tower. They stopped at a stoplight, and Lilly sighed.

"The city of love." She said, nestling herself in the corner between the window and the seat. "Do you think we'll find love here Miley?"

Miley puffed out her lower lip and looked out the window. Just then an amazing French boy with striking blue eyes passed the window of the car. "One never knows."