A/N: We're baaaaack... didja miss us? lol 'Us' is, of course, myself (DataAndrd) and my friend and co-writer Heir of Zammitelu. We want to thank everyone who read and reviewed our last story, and present to you now a sequel! We hope everyone likes it...

Standard disclaimers apply - neither myself nor HoZ own anything, sadly

HANNAH MONTANA

"ROAMIN' HOLIDAY"

Miley Stewart, sometimes known as Hannah Montana, was enjoying a relaxing day off with her best friend, and girlfriend, Lilly Truscott. They were lying out on the beach together behind Miley's house, sunning themselves and trying to get a tan. At least, Miley was. Lilly, on the other hand, was having much more fun teasing her girlfriend with a tiny squirt gun she'd brought to the beach with her.

"Lilly, I swear, if you squirt me with that thing again…!"

"You'll what, miss pop star?" Lilly challenged her, a devilish gleam in her eye. She squeezed the plastic trigger and caught Miley right between her shoulder blades with a stream of ice cold water. Miley jumped up with a scream.

"Aahhhh! Okay, Truscott, that's it… you're going down!" She playfully tackled Lilly, grabbing for the water pistol.

"You'll never take me alive!" Lilly laughed. The wrestled around on the sand for a few moments, Miley trying to grab for the water pistol and Lilly trying to keep it away from her, until finally Miley decided to surprise Lilly by quickly tickling her ribs. Lilly shrieked and dropped the water pistol, and Miley seized the opportunity to pin her to the ground.

"Gotcha now," Miley said with a grin.

"You play dirty, Stewart," Lilly laughed. Her eyes sparkled. "So watcha gonna do now that you've got me?"

"Hmmm… I can think of a few things," Miley purred. She leaned down to kiss Lilly. Just before their lips could touch, Miley's cell phone began to ring loudly. Lilly groaned.

"You have got to be kidding me," she muttered. She looked up at Miley. "You're not actually gonna answer that, are you?"

"It could be important, Lilly…"

"More important than kissing your beautiful girlfriend?" Lilly teased her. She snaked her hand around the back of Miley's head and began to pull her back down. Abruptly, the phone rang again.

"All right, just answer the stupid thing!" Lilly snapped. Miley giggled.

"I'll make it up to you, Lils," she said with a smile. Rolling over, she snatched the phone from her purse and flipped it open.

"Hello?"

"Miley!" a familiar female voice greeted her. "It's about time you answered your phone, girl!"

"Vicky!" Miley squealed, overjoyed to hear from her Maltese friend. "How are you?!" Miley looked over her shoulder at Lilly.

"It's Vicky!" she said happily. Lilly grinned.

"In that case I forgive you for leaving me to answer that thing," Lilly quipped. "As long as you put her on speaker phone, that is," she added. Miley laughed and did so.

"I'm putting you on speaker phone, Vicky… Lilly wants to say hi too."

"Hi, Lilly!" Vicky called out.

"Hi, Vicky," Lilly replied. "How are things back in Malta?"

"I can't complain," Vicky answered. "It's been really boring here since you guys left though!"

"I bet," Miley said dryly. "No crazy villains trying to kidnap you lately, huh?" Vicky laughed.

"Not in the last few hours," she said with a grin. "Listen, there's something I need to tell you guys."

"Oh? What's up?" Miley asked her, curious.

"My dad is going to be taking a business trip to America in a couple of days," Vicky responded. "He's going to be out there for a week… and he said I could come along, so I could visit you guys!"

"Are you serious?!" Miley gasped. "That's awesome!"

"As long as it's okay with your dad, I was gonna stay at your place for a few days while my dad takes care of his business," Vicky continued.

"I'll ask him, but I'm sure it'll be fine," Miley said with a grin. "We're gonna have so much fun!"

"I know, I can't wait!" Vicky responded, smiling as well.

"What time should we expect you?" Miley asked.

"We'll be there on Tuesday," Vicky answered happily. Miley grinned.

"There might be a slight problem with that," Lilly interrupted. Miley looked over at her.

"What's that?" she asked. Lilly arched an eyebrow and tapped her 'Hannah Montana' wristwatch.

"Oh, crap!" Miley muttered, suddenly realizing what Lilly was trying to tell her. "I completely forgot I have a Hannah concert on Tuesday, in Las Vegas!"

"Oh," Vicky replied, sounding disappointed. "Well, I understand if you're busy…"

"I'm never too busy for a friend," Miley gently corrected her. "Relax, we'll think of something."

"I already have," Lilly spoke up. Her eyes sparkled again. "Vicky's just gonna have to join Hannah and Lola in Las Vegas."

"What?" Vicky asked, not understanding. "What do you mean?"

"Trust me," Lilly responded, smiling mischievously.


Two days later, Vicky and her father arrived at Los Angeles International Airport, where Miley, Lilly and Robbie Ray were waiting for them.

"Vicky!" Miley cried out in excitement. She rushed up and hugged her Maltese friend fiercely, Lilly right behind her. "Oh, it's so good to see you again!"

"You too," Vicky replied, blinking back tears.

"I take it these are you friends, Victoria?" her father said, smiling slightly.

"Yes, papa," Vicky answered him, smiling as well. "These are my good friends Miley Stewart and Lilly Truscott. Miley, Lilly, I'd like you to meet my father, Vincent Zammit."

"It's nice to meet you both," Mr. Zammit greeted them. "Victoria has spoke of nothing but the two of you since we left Malta." Vincent Zammit was a plump man, standing tall and proud. His head of black, curly hair was adorned with specks of white. His beard and moustache held a certain similarity to a Creulla de Vil hairstyle; half black and half white.

"It's nice to meet you, too, Mr. Zammit," Miley and Lilly replied, almost simultaneously. "Oh! I'd also like to introduce my dad, Robbie Ray Stewart." Robbie Ray stepped forward to shake Mr. Zammit's hand.

"It's good to me you," he said in greeting.

"You as well," Mr. Zammit replied warmly, firmly shaking Robbie Ray's outstretched hand. "Thank you for agreeing to allow my daughter to visit for a few days, while I tend to my business here."

"No problem at all," Robbie Ray replied with a smile. "Not like Miles and Lilly gave me much choice anyway," he added with a laugh. Mr. Zammit laughed as well.

"Victoria was equally difficult to dissuade," he replied.

"Well, I'm sure you folks must be really tired after that long flight, so how about we go get your luggage and head back to our place so you can rest?" Robbie Ray suggested. Mr. Zammit nodded.

"Thank you for your hospitality." The two fathers started to walk away, Miley, Lilly and Vicky following them at a slight distance.

"So… what's this plan of yours to get me into your Hannah concert?" Vicky whispered. She had kept her word to not reveal Miley's secret, even keeping it from her father, and so dropped her voice enough so they could not be overheard.

"Well," Lilly said coyly, "how would you like to go backstage with Lola while Hannah performs?" Vicky's eyes widened.

"Are you kidding?!" she gasped. Lilly laughed.

"Nope," she answered. "As long as you don't mind getting dressed up a bit, I thought we could create a new identity for you, as Hannah Montana's newest friend. I even thought of a cool new name for you!" Vicky arched an eyebrow and looked over at Miley.

"Should I be afraid?" she asked. Miley laughed.

"It'll be all right, I promise," she said.

"O-kay," Vicky said hesitantly. "So… what's my new name gonna be then, Lilly?"

"You are gonna be Hannah Montana's outrageous new European friend – the one and only Vannah Zima!"