AN: A new story! Enjoy!

Chapter One: Meeting A Pop Princess

Miley Stewart and her best friend Michael Harris were sitting in his room doing homework. Miley and Michael have been friends for a while, ever since Michael moved out here, about a couple of years ago. She was the one that helped Michael get on his feet when he arrived, and they have been friends ever since.

Just as the day was beginning to get a little boring, however...

"Hello?" Michael answered on his house phone.

"Brother? It's me." Charles, Michael's older brother answered.

"Yeah, what do you need?" Michael asked.

"I need you to pick up Melody from detention. I'm really busy so I can't do it." Charles said. Michael sighed, and looked at his female friend, who gave him a comforting smile.

"Go ahead and rest, I'll go and get her." Miley said. Michael gave her a thankful smile, and returned to his conversation.

"Consider her picked up." Michael said.

"Thanks. I'll see you when I get home." Charles said, hanging up. Michael placed his cell phone down, and looked at his friend. Miley just gathered her things, and was at the door to his room before he could say another word.

"You owe me." Miley said.

"Melody, I need to know, what do you think about me and Michael actually getting together?" Miley asked her friend.

"Go for it." Melody said. "He cares about you, so if it works out, it is all good. If it don't, well, that was the risk that you knew about."

"Thanks, that's a way of looking at things I suppose." Miley said in a somewhat disappointed voice.

"Hey, I was being honest." Melody said. "It's not as if he was going to meet someone else right before you ask him out."

"You probably have just jinxed me, you know that, right?" Miley joked around.

"Whatever, you tramp, just keep driving." Melody joked back.

A normal day for Michael Harris would include some or all of the following, going to school, coming home, hanging out with friends, doing chores, and either just sleeping in or hanging out at the mall where he worked in one of his brother's video game shops. What he was doing today was just that, hanging out at home, watching tv. It was a bright and sunny day outside. He had to mow his lawn, which he was dreading doing. He hated doing that, because his lawn in St. Louis, his original hometown, before he moved here to Malibu, was a lot smaller than his current lawn, which was a lot bigger, and took at least twice as long to do. Michael sighed, and decided that he better do what he had to do before he was going to punk out of it.

Better now than never. Michael thought as he walked towards his garage.

Hannah Montana was a famous pop star, she had it all. Fame, fortune, and a well thriving career. She was driving her car along a residential street, but then out of nowhere, it suddenly stopped on her. She knew that she was having car trouble, but Hannah hoped that she would have been able to get home before her car died on her, but the fact that there was black smoke coming from under her car hood, that proved that what she had in mind was not going to happen. She hopped out of her car, and tried to look under the hood, she caught a gust of black smoke right in her face. She took a step back, and looked around at the neighborhood that she was in. It was no familiar territory that she was in. As she took another look around, she saw a teenage boy her age, mowing his lawn. Having nothing to lose, she pulled her hood over her head, and she decided to ask him for help.

"Excuse me, can you help me?" Hannah asked the blonde teen. He wiped some sweat off of his brow, and looked at her.

"Sure, what up?" Michael asked her.

"My car died on me. Can I use your phone to call someone?" Hannah asked Michael.

"Fine, follow me." Michael said, leading her up to his home, which was roughly the same size as her home.

Hannah stepped into the home, and realized that the house was very nice, not as full of glamour as hers, but it was nice and homely as it could be for someone of his status living here.

"There's the phone right there." Michael said. Hannah said thank you, and began using it. Michael went back outside on his porch for a minute, just in time to see his friend Miley and his step sister Melody arrive home.

"Ladies, what is up?" Michael asked in a curious tone.

"That car, do you know who's that is?" Miley asked.

"No, who does it belong to?" Michael asked.

"Hannah Montana, the pop star." Melody, Michael's step sister said. Michael sat there and thought about it for a minute, and then it dawned on him. That meant that the girl that was in his house right now...

Holy shit...

Michael stood there thinking about what he was going to say to his famous houseguest, but then he realized that his friends were already inside the home.

"This isn't going to be good." Michael said. He quickly ran into his home, and saw that to their surprise, they were calmly talking with the girl that Michael now knew was Hannah. Michael looked back, and saw a limo pull in front of the house, and Hannah walked up to him.

"Thanks, Hannah said quietly. "I'll see you again somewhere, alright?"

"Fine by me." Michael said. "I hope that you will arrive home, safe and sound."

"I will." Hannah said, smiling. Michael watched as she hopped in the limo, and drive away.

For some strange reason, Michael had a very good feeling that he had not seen the last of her, and he was right.

AN: I'll admit the beginning was kind of iffy, but trust me, it's gets better. Please keep reading!