All I can say is wow!

Okay guys, this is my first time writing anything besides school assignments, so sorry if it stinks, let me know your thoughts. If the story is not loved, I probably won't continue it. Lot's of this story will be in the POV of a new character I wrote, so hope nobody minds…let me know in a review.

I don't own Hannah Montana or Disney or anything else I might get sued for. (This disclaimer counts for all of the chapters, so I probably won't write it again.)

This is a filler chapter, just to sort of kick start everything, but trust me it gets better, that is if you want me to continue.

So, read, review, flame, whatever, just let me know what you think!

Here goes

Chapter one… "Greetings"

Miley's POV

I was flipping through the channels on my TV, hoping to find something good to watch. Lily was with her grandparents, Jackson was at volleyball practice, my dad was at a Hannah meeting, and who knows where Oliver was off to. Yes, it was just a boring, ordinary day at my beach house in Malibu.

"Boring…boring…boring…eww! what is that!?"

Ding Dong

Finally, something to take me out of my stupor, the doorbell. I wonder who that could be, maybe Oliver or Lily finished up early – I hope so. After getting up off the couch, I walked over to the door, but I couldn't tell who was outside, even through the glass door.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Your favorite person in the world", was my reply.

Favorite person in the world…NO! It couldn't be!!!

I thrust open the door and screamed! The person at the door was wearing her long brown hair in two braided pigtails, with a just-above-the-knee length skirt on and a white tank top blouse with a cute denim jacket over it, complete with matching cowgirl boots.

Nikki's POV

Miley finally opened the door, and she screamed in my face. My ears will certainly be ringing for a while. When she finally stopped, I just smiled really big, happy that she was smiling too, which meant that it was a good reaction to my presence.

"Oh my god! What are you doing here?" she asked me.

"HEY Miley! What's up!? Can I come in?"

"Oh, right, sure."

Stepping inside, my jaw dropped. Her house was huge and beautiful both inside and out, and looking to the back, behind her piano was a perfect view of the Malibu beach. She never had anything this amazing in Tennessee.

Being so ecstatic about me being here, she didn't even notice my reaction to her house.

"I can't believe you are really here! This is so awesome! I missed you so much!"

All I could do was smile, because in truth, I missed her too.

We started "happy-dancing", a phrase we made up long ago, all across her ginormous living room with the biggest grins on our faces.

When we finally calmed down, I was able to tell Miley the real reason I was here. You see, we had been best friends in Tennessee since we were less than one year old, and up until Miley left in seventh grade for Malibu to be Hannah Montana. I cried more that day than any other day as far back as I can remember, but that is a story for another time.

"Guess what…Miley!" I exclaimed out of breath.

"What!? Wait let me guess, this has something to do with why you are here, right, I hope you just missed me so much."

"Well, that is partially true – I miss you a lot, but that's not the only reason I am here for. You know how one of your backup singers got that record deal in Asia?" She nodded vigorously, probably seeing where this was going. "Well, your dad decided that who better to take her place than ME!!"

"OH MY GOD!!" We started happy dancing once again.

Miley's POV

After we calmed down from our second happy-dance, Nikki explained to me that she would be living in my guestroom for the next couple of months while we sang together through Hannah Montana, and until her parents could buy a house out here. For this, I am really starting to love that my backup singer had to leave-I was so sad at the time-but this totally rocks! The one really sad thing about leaving Tennessee in seventh grade was that I was leaving Nikki behind. I really have missed her.

After talking for two hours, catching up, the doorbell rang again, and this time it was Lily and Oliver. I answered the door and they stepped inside. Nikki stood up with me and I introduced them to each other.

"Lily, Oliver, meet Nicole, my best friend in the whole world from Tennessee."

"Nicole, meet Lily and Oliver, my best friends from Malibu."

"Nice to meet you guys, I prefer to be called Nikki, if you don't mind."

"Yea, nice to meet you too, Nikki." Lily and Oliver replied at the same time, Lily with bitterness (could I detect jealousy) and Oliver in his flirt voice (ooh they will so hook up).

After talking for hours, catching everybody up on our lives, my dad and Jackson came home. Daddy went over to Nikki and gave her a hug, saying that he was glad she got here okay and then he went to make dinner.

Jackson, on the other hand, stood there with his mouth hanging open. I guess daddy never told him she was coming, probably too worried that he would tell me and ruin the surprise.

Jackson's POV

I couldn't believe it. I just came home all sweaty from volleyball practice to find Nicole Ramirez, aka Miley's best friend from Tennessee in our house, looking better than ever. Who would've believed that two years could do so much for the gal?! I mean I always thought she was kind of cute, but now…whoa.

"Jackson…Jackson…Jackson…JACKSON!" I finally heard Miley yell, and that's when I realized I had been staring at Nikki for about five minutes now.

"Geez, Jackson, are you alright? You sort of looked a bit lost. Are you feeling okay?" Nikki asked me.

"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine, just uhh surprised to see you that's all." I gave her a shaky smile, knowing that I had been thinking about how hott she was. Oh my god, did I just call one of Miley's friends hott? Okay, okay so maybe I always knew that I liked her, but come on she was always around me with the biggest, cute smile, always there just being "wow". Uh oh, I am staring again.

"OOOkay whatever you say Jackson." The girls all smirked at me, God why an I so obvious.

"So, Nikki, what are you doing here?" She went into her whole story again and the part that I caught was that she was staying in our guestroom. How in the world am I supposed to live and sleep in my room, knowing that she is just past that paper-thin wall next to me each night? They started talking about school and girls and guys in their grade, so I went to the kitchen, noticing Oliver was following me. I guess he is sick of all the girl-talk.

Lily's POV

I can't decide what to think of this Nikki girl. I mean she was Miley's old best friend, so I kinda think we could get along, but at the same time, she was Miley's best friend, so I don't know if I should be jealous that Miley will be giving her more attention, especially considering that they are gonna be living in the same house, but at the same time, she seems nice enough that she wouldn't leave me out, and Miley knows not to (or at least she should).

Miley's POV

Nikki, Lily, and I went upstairs to my room after a little while so that I could show Nikki my Hannah closet. Boy was she excited. She must have run around for like five minutes examining each and every item.

When she finally calmed down, we all sat on the couch in the middle and continued filling her in on life at school. Telling her about Amber and Ashley, she seemed to get really upset that someone was so mean to us that she vowed revenge. We told her about the time we got revenge on Amber with the green explosion, and she laughed, but said she could do worse. I can't wait to hear her plan.

Nikki's POV

Okay, so I just heard about these two bullies, Amber and Ashley. I immediately started plotting revenge in my head. Soon, I jumped up screaming yes over and over.

Miley and Lily were looking at me like I was crazy after I calmed down. That's when I was able to tell them my plan for school the next day. Did I mention that I will be going to their school starting tomorrow? If you ask me, it's a bit soon, but that's my parents for you-if I can't go to school right away, no Hannah concerts, so of course I voted school.

Mr. Stewart then called us for dinner, so I had to postpone the preparations until later and eat. All through dinner, I was being filled in on Hannah's success- as if I didn't watch all of my best friend's stuff on TV. I learned, though, that Lola was in fact Lily and that the people around me were the only ones besides Miley's family who knew about her double life.

After dinner, in which I found both teenage boys constantly staring at me (awkward), Lily and Oliver had to leave, so Miley and I went back upstairs. We hadn't so much as stepped into the room when Mr. Stewart yelled up that I had to unpack. So, we went back down only to find Jackson trying to lug my four suitcases, purse, and backpack up the staircase all at once.

"Let me help you Jackson." I said while Miley laughed at the fact that he had fallen down the stairs. We both glared at her because it wouldn't be funny if he was really hurt. He seemed reluctant, but allowed me to take my backpack and purse from him. Jackson led me to my room, while Miley got a phone call and went to her room.

Dumping all of my stuff on the floor of the room, I looked around and saw that it was a pretty sea green color, and that the room reminded me very much of the beach. I opened all of my suitcases with the key and asked Jackson if he would like to help me unpack. He seemed flustered at first, but obliged and soon we had gone through three of the suitcases.

I told him that I would take it from here, but he insisted on helping. When he opened the last suitcase, I saw all of the color drain from his face. Let's just say that this suitcase held "girl things". I couldn't help but laugh at his flustered look. He looked back and forth between me and my suitcase about seven times before getting up and all but sprinting out of my room. I shook my head and finished unpacking. This tired me out, so I went to bed.

In the morning, I was rudely awoken by Mr. Stewart throwing cold water on me. I glared at him before wandering over to my closet to find the perfect outfit to get my revenge on Amber and Ashley with.

Soon, I had taken a shower (did I mention that I get my own turquoise bathroom!?), brushed my teeth, and gotten dressed, so I went downstairs at the same time Miley was coming out of her room. She looked at me and put two thumbs up, saying that it was the perfect thing to wear for our plan.

We went downstairs laughing, knowing that it would work out so well. Mr. Stewart had made his famous pancakes (man I missed those), and Miley and I finished eating when Lily called saying she'd be here in ten.

At the same time that we opened the door for her to ride in, Jackson came downstairs and BOOM! Can you say collision?! It must have been really awkward for them to be on top of one another, but neither seemed to be moving until Oliver strode in and cleared his throat. Wonder what he had been thinking .

Finally, both boys turned to me and their jaws literally dropped.

That's all for now, but I already wrote the next part, so I will post it later, if I get five reviews – positive or negative comments. 