Bailey Rae's POV:

It was ten o'clock when I awoke from my dorm bed at the Santa Monica Private High School. I was going to sneak out of my horrid school to stowaway on the S.S. Tipton before it leaves Santa Monica Pier's dock at 2:00 p.m.

Soon enough I was out of the dorm, in my itchy tight uniform, and hurried herself through the doors. Unfortunately I was stopped by one of the teachers, Mr. Hathaway.

"Ms. Cayman," he said, "Why are you leaving here in such a hurry?"

"I want to go… to the beach! It's such a warm day, it's perfect!"

"I will go with you."

Oh, no, not Mr. Hathaway. It was going to be my escape day and he had to be there!

They got in the car and drove to Santa Monica Beach. I was in for the day of my life.

Cody's POV:

Meanwhile on the S.S. Tipton, as I put away my homework books, my brother Zack came into the room.

"Hey what up? We're docking in Santa Monica in a couple minutes," Zack said to Cody.

"Zack, we've already docked in Santa Monica. But I can't wait to see all of the amazing sea creatures in the ocean. I'm going with Bailey and London."

"All I want to do is play the games and win prizes and eat food with Marcus and Woody. Guy time is a lot better than hanging out with "girls"!"

"For your information, Bailey and I still have a lot in common. We both love school, and biology."

"Ew, and I hate both of those things."

"That's only your opinion." And I burst of the room.

When I got to the ship's lobby, Bailey and London were sitting near the elevator, Bailey trying to talk to London, but London was busy filing her nails and counting money.

"Finally," Bailey said sarcastically, "It's been like forever since we came here. Couldn't you have taken a little bit less time in the bathroom."

"Well, I only spend a reasonable amount of time in the restroom, so that's none of your business."

"Let's go then."

"Yes, let's go then."

And then I saw the prettiest girl ever.

Bailey Rae's POV:

I had to sprint a mile to run away from Mr. Hathaway and his car and was about to enter the S.S. Tipton. I had about twenty dollars in my pockets. Maybe I could get a ticket.

"Excuse me?" I asked a man with white shorts and a light blue/turquoise long jacket with a white shirt and striped tie who looked like he worked on the ship, "Are you the manager?"

"Yes, hello, I'm Mr. Moseby. What do you want?" he asked me.

"Can I book a room for twenty dollars?"

"It can be set, but it won't be that nice of a room. And would you like to join Seven Seas High for free, unless you work?"

"Oh yes please. I need some education. But what job should I do?"

Mr. Moseby smiled and handed me the card to get into the room, "We'll talk about it later. What name should I put you under?"

"Bailey Rae Cayman."

"Good luck."

"Thank you."

Cody's POV:

The girl was talking to Mr. Moseby. She had long, wavy (dirty) blond hair and to me, when she flipped her hair, it was moonlight to my eyes.

As the girl walked passed me, I stared amazingly at her.

"Cody!" Bailey screamed, "Let's go!"

"Can I have a latte with sweet creams and…," London was asking a employee.

"London!" Bailey screamed.

"All right!" London said.

"Hey, Bailey I'll be right back. I don't really want to go observing the Californian seagulls and animals right now."

"Fine," she said sarcastically, "Bye."

I walked down the halls and headed to the Lido Deck. Fortunately the girl was by the hot sub, sitting alone, reading a book. So I went over to her.

"Hi," I said, "I'm Cody."

"Hi, I'm Bailey," she said.

"You name's Bailey!"

"Oh, Bailey Rae."

"I saw you in the lobby. You're pretty."

"Oh thanks," Bailey Rae said.

"Do you want to go out tonight?"

"Uh sure, thanks. Bye Cody." Bailey Rae walked away from me.

Bailey Rae's POV:

I slowly paced to the room where I was staying at.

"A guy asked me out. A smart looking, cute-guy. Cody, Cody, Cody," the name bounced in my head like ballons being blown up, "This is the first time I've been asked out. Not really the first because a guy from my school did, but he was rude and naughty."

To her surprise, Mr. Moseby was right next to my room door.

"I think your job should be towel girl or bar girl," Mr. Moseby told me.

"As in bar girl, smooothie stand?"

"Yes."

"You know, I'll be a towel girl. The name just sounds weird for the smoothie one."

"Your choice. School semester starts tomorrow. Happy sailing."

As I walked into the room, the lights turned on and I saw what was in it. It was as storage room.

And I also noticed I was still in my uniform. Maybe I could ask somebody if I could borrow some clothes. Hopefully for tonight, with Cody. I needed a dress.

After I ask a few girls that looked like my size, I came to one cabin with stylish pink laces on the front. But in the corner were small farm animal stickers. I knocked on the door.

"Yes, what is it?" a girl asked from inside.

"My name is Bailey Rae, and I wanted to ask if you had any clothing that I could borrow. You see I only have one pair of clothes and I'm going on a date tonight."

There was a girl who had dark dark orange hair and wore a plaid

short-sleeved shirt and tight jeans who said, "You need clothes? I can help you." She let me come into the cabin.

"What kind of clothes, I've got so much stuff. Dresses, pants, shirts," she asked me.

"Everything. Well not everything, of course, but at least one of everything."

"Sure, I'm Bailey Pickett. I heard you were going on a date tonight. Who the lucky guy?"

"His name is Cody."

"Cody Martin?"

"No, I didn't get his last name."

"Oh."

"Why?"

"Because me and Cody broke up in Paris."

"You went to Paris!"

"But it wasn't a pretty sight. He went on a "practice" date with…"

"Bailey!" a high pitched voice of a girl called from outside of the room, "Open the door right this minute!"

"Who's that?" I asked.

"London Tipton, my roommate."

"London Tipton! I used to watch her webshow every week from my dorm."

"Dorm?"

"Long story."

"Come in, London," Bailey said to London. London walked in the room as if she were in a fashion show.

"Who's this?" London asked Bailey.

"I'm Bailey Rae," I said.

"Oh, no, not another Bailey. Are you staying in our cabin? Or is Bailey moving out? Yay!"

"Hey! No, I'm just letting her borrow some of my clothes," Bailey said.

She soon brought out some nice clean clothes, and a dress, and I skipped happily back to my room.