A/N: I know, I need to update In The Dark! I'm a bad, bad person... But I have major writers block on that, and this just... came to me! :D

Seen the new Suite Life On Deck yet? Well, personally I don't think it's that bad. One thing is missing though, and that's Maddie. So I decided she needed to come back. I mean she just... disapeared. There wasn't a very good explanation of the end of Suite Life of Z & C and begining of suite life on deck! I hope she does a guest appearance...

ANYWAY, here is the story :) Hope ya like it.

Cody stood in the hall, biting his lip nervously. Should he dare to knock, or just leave it alone? He wanted to be of help, to try and cheer her up. But he didn't know what was wrong, so what was he to do? Finally he raised a fist up to the smooth wood nervously and rapped against it. Quickly withdrawing his hand, the boy stood back to wait. After a minute or two ticked by he became a little worried and reached forward to knock again when the door swung open.

The blonde was stunned by what he found. With the door open only a fraction, all he could see was London's forlorn face staring out at him, mascara streaked down her cheeks. For a moment he didn't know what to say. He knew she'd been upset of late, but he hadn't known she'd been crying. Though it did explain the tissue box's that had gone missing the past two days. God she must have been crying a lot.

"What's the matter?" he uttered, surprise and worry clear in his voice. The heiress frowned, quickly raising a hand to wipe her stained cheeks and try and destroy all evidence she'd been upset.

"Nothing!" she exclaimed "I just... chipped a diamond. One of my prettiest diamonds. And I was sad... but daddy will just by me a new one, so it's fine" she tried to convince him and went to close the door in the younger boy's face. Cody quickly reached out and placed a firm hand on the dark timber to stop her, not buying her poorly crafted lie for a minute.

"London, come on, you can tell me" the blonde spoke slowly, in a low soothing tone as though to a child. The older girl sighed, rolling her eyes at him. Was she really to admit her secret hurt to a boy two years her junior? But her and Cody had bonded a little while he was helping her out with her web show, so with a reluctant nod she opened the door wider to let the young boy in. As soon as he had entered, the heiress swung the door shut loudly and walked over to her bed to sit down. Following suit, the blonde took a seat opposite her on her room mate's bed and waited.

"What makes you think anything's wrong anyway? I just cried. Not that big of a deal. You do it when Zack threatens to destroy your blankey..." the older girl mumbled defensively, arms folded across her chest and shoulders slouched. The other boy sighed, shaking his head at her.

"London, you've hardly been out of your room in days..." he commented, about to start a long list of reasons when she interrupted him.

"I like it in here" she retorted.

"...You hardly eat anything..." he continued, leaning forward with his hands grasping his knee's as he looked her in the eye.

"I'm trying a new diet" she protested. To this he simply rolled his eyes disbelievingly. Like she needed to go on a diet.

"...I've seen you smile a whole once since we've been on the boat" he told her sternly. That wasn't like her at all, she was always smiling, showing of her pearly whites proudly.

"That's just because I don't want to be here!" she growled angrily. Why did her father have to put her on this stupid thing? She was fine with going on trips, just being away for a month tops, shopping round the world. But this, being trapped on this boat was torture. She missed... the Tipton. And everything about it. Finally giving up, Cody shrugged and rose to his feet, heading back towards the door before stopping with his hand grasping the knob.

"Fine. You don't want to talk, you don't have to. But London, I'm always here to listen..." and with that he left.

Finally alone, London let out a low hoarse sigh and fell back onto her bed tiredly. There was one thing in particular she missed. Or, one person actually. And at first it had completely confused her that she missed them that much. But her heart ached to see them again. Even just to hear their voice. She missed they're terrible fashion sense and they're awful hair (which deep down she really thought was gorgeous).

It had always been so much easier to insult them than compliment them and fight with them than get along with them. It had helped her deny how she really felt about them. But now the fighting and insults where gone, and all that was left where memories and a hole in her heart, the feelings that had always been there where quite clear.

Lifting up her head, the heiress reached out to grab the silver hand bag lying beside her on the bed and pull out her mobile phone. She flipped it open and ran her sparkling, hot pink nails back and forth over the buttons as she scrolled through her contacts to select one. Biting her lip in uncertainty, she began to type out a text, her nails clicking on the plastic of her phone cover as she went.

'Hey, just thought I'd say hi and see wat ur up 2?'. With a groan she quickly deleted it and started again.

"Like I'd ever in my right mind ask about her. She'll know something's up..."

'Hey. Missing me already? I know you are, so don't try and deny it ;) xoxo London'. London frowned, her thumb lingering over the delete button. Did it sound flirty? She didn't want it to sound flirty! She didn't want to give herself away. After a moment she went back and deleted the 'xoxo', and then looked back over it. She still wasn't completely sure. Taking a deep breath, she squeezed her eye's shut tightly and clicked send. After a minute of waiting she opened them again to see 'Message Sent' flashing on her screen and letting the breath back out again shakily she flipped her phone shut again.

Slipping the mobile back into her purse, the black haired girl slowly sat back up and pulled herself off the bed to head towards the bathroom. She needed to clean herself up before Bailey got back, the last thing she needed was another person inquiring as to what was wrong with her.

It was a little small for her taste. Her bathroom back home was huge, and decorated by a star designer. She was sure this one wasn't, the tiles were tacky and the colors weren't at all harmonic.

Groaning she leaned forward on the cold, white bench surrounding the basin, the bangles round her wrists jangling as she moved. She reached a hand out to switch on the tap, and cupping the frigid water in her hands, splashed it up onto her face. It trickled over her skin, catching on her thick eye lashes and dripping off her nose and chin back into the sink. She wanted the water to clean her head of thoughts about them. To wipe clear the feelings she had for them and wash away the sadness it was causing her. But the water just chilled her face and left her skin damp and cool.

She reached out blindly to grasp the hand towel hanging on the towel rail next to her and pulled the rough cloth towards her, covering her face in it. It absorbed the water, took the streaky remnants of mascara with it as she wiped across her cheeks fiercely. Breathing in it's soft, soapy scent one last time she pulled it away and left it sitting half in the sink as she looked back up at herself in the mirror.

She looked better now. Her cheeks where a little redder than usually, as where her eyes, but a girl who hardly knew her surely wouldn't notice. The heiress was reaching up to fix her unusually messy hair when she heard the sound of the bedroom door closing loudly.

"Bailey must be back" she muttered to herself worriedly, quickly pushing a stray bit of hair behind her ear before turning back towards the bathroom door. With a deep breath she turned the knob and walked out like she was a model on a runway, hips swaying slightly, head held high and acting as snobbish as she could. She tried to pretend as if she hardly noticed or cared that the other girl was there, and she strode over her to one of her bags lying at the foot of her bed. Bending down she rummaged through it as if looking for something before rising to her feet again, and it was only then that she realized the other girl was holding her phone.

"You've got a message from... Maddie?" her room mate told her, peering at the screen as she held it out towards London. The heiress snatched the mobile from Bailey's hands the moment she heard that name, the name that had been haunting her thought's since she'd set foot on the boat. The brunette gave her an odd look, confused by her reaction, but said nothing as London read Maddie's reply with a small smile.

'Off course Im missing u. Ive had to go almost a week with out being insulted! How's the boat? A floating paradise? Wish I could b there. xoxo Maddie'. The young Tipton's smile grew to a giddy grin as she finished reading and quickly began writing her reply. Bailey waited a moment before speaking, but after it seemed that London wasn't going to start a conversation she decided she would have to.

"So who's Maddie? A friend from back home?" she asked innocently, sitting down on her bed and pushing of her shoes so they fell to the floor, freeing her feet. The other girl looked up distractedly, as if surprised to see the brunette was still there and talking to her.

"Umm... yea. My best friend actually" she muttered before hitting the send button and slipping the phone back in her purse. Bailey nodded, smiling politely. She'd found it hard to find out much about the other girl at all apart from that she was a rich heiress and her farther was the Mr. Tipton.

"I didn't really have many friends back home, I mean, apart from my chickens" she confided in her room mate, crossing her legs and leaning back on her hands on the cool, blue sheets. London gave her a look, not really being at all interested in the other girls life. What did she care about the strange Kansas girl who'd forced her to have to share her room? But the text message from Maddie had put her in a good mood so she smiled politely and put on that fake interested voice she used to do for the candy counter girl, all the while thinking of the blond back home.

"Oh really? That is very interesting. Please tell me more". Bailey gave her another odd look and laughed lightly before continuing to tell her about her chickens back on the farm. London nodded and smiled and looked at the brunette as if she was taking it in, but her brain was running a million miles an hour. A million times faster than it usually ran.

She couldn't help but think of Maddie. What was she doing right then? Probably working... Probably wearing that tacky uniform that really looked quite stunning on the blond. Was she smiling like London was now just to hear from her friend? Or had she forgotten the heiress already and been surprised by the sudden text message? And most of all, did the other girl really miss her? God, she sorely hoped so!

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So, want more? God, I hope so... I'm kind of excited about this actually. It is a little more serious than the show. Sorry. I'm not very funny, you wouldn't laugh at my jokes anyway. And I like some good soppy, depressing romance! It'll get happier though. Cross My Heart! xxx