A/N: Okay, just so ya'll know, this fic won't get update very often. But if you're interested enough, hopefully you'll read it anyways. Also, I've never texted so don't blame me for anything that seems wack. Reviews will be greatly appreciated!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana or the Jonas Brothers. Psch, I haven't even meet them.

The Jonas Brothers will appear soon, but not in this chappie.

Nikki's point of view

"Flight 273 for New York now boarding."

Oliver, Jessica and I got up from our seats and group-hugged. I stepped back and saw Jessica's big, blue eyes fill to the brim with tears. "I'll miss you," she managed to mumble.

"Don't worry," I consoled her. "I'll be back to see you soon." I turned to Oliver. "You'll be here, right?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." He stated, pulling me into a giant bear hug. When we separated, he played with one of my curls. "You need to get on that plane."

"Okay," I agreed, pushing the lock behind my ear. I walked toward the loading gate, looking back at my two best friends. "Bye…"

The young stewardess handling tickets was frantic looking. "Where's your ticket?" She asked hurriedly. Pulling it out, I showed her it. She glanced at it briefly before giving me the stub. "Okay," she said. "Row ten, window seat. Now hurry or you may miss it."

I ran into the large plane. I had never been on one in my life, so it was completely foreign to me. I just stood there, in the middle of the row, when someone tapped me.

"Are you lost?" asked a girl who couldn't be more then ten.

"No, just confused." I replied.

"First time on a plane?"

I laughed. "Is it obvious?"

"A little." She replied. "I'm Phoebe."

"I'm Nikki. Can you help me?"

The red-head's face lighted up. "No problem!" She hooked onto my arm and pulled me towards the tenth row. "My mom's the pilot, so I know this plane like the back of my hand." She stated pridefully. "And guess what! I'm in the seat next too you!"

"Sweet!" I said, actually getting excited.

Once we got in the air, the little girl settled down to watch Ratatouille. I couldn't help but review what had happened earlier this week.

Flashback

"Nikki!" A man's voice called. "Please come down here!"

"Okie-dokie dad!" A tall, curly haired brunette hopped down the stairs that led to the kitchen. Her mom and dad sat at the round kitchen table. Slipping into the seat across from them, she grinned. "What's crack-a-lackin?"

"Nikki, now that you're fifteen, we feel that we should tell you." Came her mom's gentle, honey smooth voice.

"Okay, what is it?"

The two parents looked at each other, then her dad spoke up. "Honey…um…there's no easy way to say this…but…you're…you're…" He cleared his throat. "You're adopted."

The girls mouth dropped open. She was silent, then cleared her throat. "Why didn't you tell me before Mr. Hartman?" She asked coldly.

The man sifted his fingers through his blonde hair. "I-I don't know. Sorry Nikki."

She turned her head to face her mother. "Do you have any excuses Carol?"

Her mother's face turned read. "Excuses? Carol? I may not be your birth mother, but I am still an authority figure." She stated firmly.

"Whatev." The girl said. Them she stomped up the stairs too her room.

A bouncy, energetic blonde came down the hall. "What up, sis?"

"I'm sorry, Jessica, but I'm not your sister." She replied, her eyes filling up with tears.

"WHAT?" She screamed. "You're my baby sister. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"

"Go ask your parents." She slammed the door too her room. She grabbed her voyager from her bead and texted Oliver.

Nikki: Ollie: Meet me Baileys. 4.

Oliver: C u then.

End flashback

My eye's were filling up with tears. I wiped them away and got into a comfortable sleeping postion.

Three hours later

A voice came in over the intercom. "Hello passengers. This is your co-pilot, Nichols. We will be arriving in New Jersey in a few minutes, so please get your seatbelt fastened and prepare for descent. Thank you."

I tried to stifle my gasp as I heard the words "New Jersey", but Phoebe heard me all the same. "What's wrong?" She asked.

"Isn't this the plane too New York?"

She giggled. "No, silly. This is the New Jersey flight. Number 279."

"Okay, thanks."

"No prob!" the girl said, grinning. "Time for descent!"

A/N: So, what do ya'll think? Please leave comments. Any flames will be used to keep this freezing house warm.