An/ you guys are so nice! Who knew my stories would get reviews at ALL? So this next story is like a sequel to Hannah Montana. Ok, here is my story.

That was 4 years ago, when they went to the Hannah Montana concert. It had brought the two kids together, making the pair as inseparable as Puck and Sabrina. They were 12, as happy as they can be. They both went to public school, got good grades, and had teachers who hated them. But now it was sumer, the time to put homework away and take your friends out.

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The bell rang, sending every student the message" school's out, rip up your report cards, and plan those parties!" All the junior highers ripped out of their seats and scurried out of the classrooms, making quite a choas.

Daphne Grimm was pushed against a locker from the slowly moving crowd. She paused, waited for room to move, but none came. She sighed, and pulled out her red samsung phone, trying not to elbow anyone. Unfortunately, she did. Daphne turned saying, "I am soo sorry!" but immediately stopped when she saw who it was.

Simba!"

"Hi to you too," he replied, ready for a hug.

Daphne grinned and fulfilled his prediction.

Simba pretended to take out an imaginary microphone and interview Daphne.

"Miss Grimm, how does it fill to complete your 7th year of pure torture?"

Daphne giggled, even though she was pushed against a locker. "Umm, I gotta say good. Only 5 more years of school!"

Simba snickered. "What about college?"

Daphne made a face. "Don't even remind me."

They both laughed.

After a bit, the hallways thinned out a bit so they could walk without getting tripped or pushed.

Simba asked," To the ice cream parlor?"

"I wish. I have to go home. Granny says she can't believe her littlest granddaughter finished the 7th grade. I can't either. Mr. Baldn'short gave me a C- in P.E." Daphne rolled her eyes.

"Me either. I thought he finished you off to his dirty socks."

"Shut up!"

Simba laughed. "Okay, I will see you tomorrow then?"

"Definitely."

Then they walked their seperate ways, hoping the time would go faster until they saw each other again.

Daphne was in the thrill of her life.

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Simba woke up bright and early the next morning. He shook his strawberry blonde, shaggy hair like a dog. Instead, he turned into his true form, a lion. He quickly turned back. Simba hated his lion DNA.

He grabbed his and Daphne's tickets and raced off to his bike. Simba couldn't wait to give Daphne her summer gift.

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Daphne opened the door rubbing her eyes. It was 10 o'clock in the morning, but when she heard her sister's yelling and feel her shaking violently, she reluctantly got up. Daphne had thrown on the nearest clothes possible and ha trudged down the stairs. So here she was, to find a very excited Simba.

"Daphne!"

"Yes, I'm here. How could you come here so early?"

"Uh, Daph, it's 10."

"Your point is...?"

"Never mind. Ok, I got you a summer gift. It's for you and me. So don't worry."

"Ooh, what is it?" Daphne clapped like a child on Christmas morning.

Simba took a deep breath. "Igotyouandmeacruiseticket."

'What?"

"I got you and me....a...cruise ticket."

Daphne stared at Simba, searching for any signs of lieing. She found none. "Uhh.." Daphne passed out.

Simba rushed to where she lay and called for Granny Relda. "Ms. Grimm! Puck! Sabrina! Daphne passed out!" He picked her up and put her on the couch.

Sabrina and Puck ran down the stairs first. They were both 16 (well Puck looked 16), but hadn't matured much. They did just a little bit, but otherwise, not a lot.

Sabrina took one look at her sister to know something was wrong. "Granny! Make some food for Daphne likes a lot!"

Granny heard and shouted back an okay. She started to make black noodles with alligator sking shredded on top. The smell wafted towards the living room, making Sabrina gag. Puck walked straight towards the kitchen, like in a trance.

Simba fingered the 2 tickets. Were they to young? Did she think of it as a date? Or was she just shocked? He thought.

The smell finally made it's ways into Simba's nose. He plugged his nose. How Daphne could eat this kind of stuff he'll never know.

Daphne stirred. She opened her beautiful eyes and blinked. "Really?"

Simba gripped her hand and nodded. She smiled and relaxed. "What happened?"

"You passed out. Too much for you to take huh?" Simba grinned.

"Shut up! I am perfectly fine." She rolled her eyes.

"I know." He spoke a bit softer. "You do want to go, right?"

"No der Sherlock. I couldn't pass off an opportunity to be with my best friend for most of the day for a week. But you didn't have to get me something so nice. You couldv'e got me candy and I wouldv'e been content."

"Right, and miss a trip on the SS Crewtent? Pfft."

Daphne hit him. "Yeah, your soo generous." She giggled.

Simba gave her a look. "Oww."

Daphne equaled the look.

"Soo, when does this cruise start?"

"Two more days until we set sail. We are gonna hit Paris and Northern Africa."

"Then it is settled." Daphne gave him an air kiss. "Time for you to go."

"But I just got here." he protested.

"And now you are leaving, right?"

He sighed. "Ok ok, I'm going, geesh. I'll see you in two days."

Daphne laughed. "Okay, now scram."

They both laughed, then Daphne shut the door.