"You like her. You like her," Miley and Lily taunted simultaneously. They were at the beach sitting around a table at Rico's stand.

"Cut it out! I do not!"

"Oh yeah?" Miley said. "Then what was all this for?" She put her elbow on table and her chin on her palm. Her eyes were extended into space unfocused. In a quick second, though, they went back to normal and she and Lily laughed at Oliver blushing.

"Ok. Maybe I do," he finally admitted. "But don't worry about it. The next time I see her I'll really put the moves on her."

"Well," Lily said, "here she comes."

Lily pointed at the boardwalk where Nadia was coming. She wore the same thing she was earlier except for Converses though, she wore sandals.

Oliver, seeing this, panicked and fell out of his chair. Miley and Lily completely ignored this and shouted.

"Hey, Nadia! It us!"

Nadia turned her head and smiled. She shyly walked over and put her bag on the table before she noticed Oliver collapsed under it. "O- Oliver?"

"Yeah. Don't worry though. I'm fine." He got up and wiped the sand off of his clothes. "So you live around here?"

"We just moved in last week." She sat down onto one of the wooden chairs.

Nobody's perfect
I gotta work it!

"Sorry," Nadia said. She pulled out her phone and began to talk.

"Nein. Rico's. Ja. Ja. Okay."

Nadia groaned and unflipped her phone. "Obsessive mother. You know how some parents are."

"Yeah. Hey, that was a Hannah song, wasn't it?" Miley asked knowing perfectly well that it was.

"Uh-huh. I'm quite a fan," she admitted. She pulled some of the stray hairs away from her face shyly.

"Oh really?" Miley said. "Well Oliver here has connections. He could get you two front row seats to one of her concerts." She gave Nadia a big smile. Lily joined her when she realized where she was going with this.



"I could?" he asked. He looked at Miley with great suspicion.

"Yes," she said through gritted teeth. "You can!"

"Oh!" he said. "Yeah. I can!"

Nadia smiled happily. "Really? I've never really been to a concert. No big acts would ever make in to my old hometown. I hated it there. No cute guys, no good acts, and the mall. Ugh. Don't get me started."

"Hey the mall here, it's just great," Lily insisted. "Best one around."

"Cool. Hey I'm going to get a bottle of water."

"Great," Miley said. "Take your time."

Nadia got up with her bag and walked over the stand and sat at the stool. The guy running the stand was face back to her working on getting out a hot dog for another customer. He turned around to reveal as Jackson. He looked at Nadia with happiness.

"Nadia! What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Just exploring the beach, meeting friends, you know, nothing special," she admitted.

"I hear ya. Would you like something?"

"Um," she said looking at the menu. "Just a water."

He reached behind and grabbed a bottle. Nadia reached into her bag before Jackson grabbed her wrist. "Don't worry about it. It's on the house."

"But, won't your boss get mad?"

He shook his head. "I'll take care of it. Go ahead, put back your money."

She bit her lip and put back her wallet in defeat. "Fine."

Jackson smiled in victory handing her the bottle water.

Nobody's perfect

I gotta work it!

Nadia groaned as she pulled her cell phone out. "Hallo Vati. Ich bin fein. Ich tat ihn bereits. Gerade am Strand. Ja Sir. Tschüss."

"So you know German?" Jackson asked.

She nodded. "My parents are from Germany so we speak a lot of it at home."



"I know a little German myself."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Vous regardez vraiment gentil." He then smiled smugly.

She gave him a confused look. "I think that's French."

"Oh…" he said. But, Nadia laughed at his embarrassment. "Hey it's not funny, I'm simply not that great at foreign languages. Sue me."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have laughed. I'm sorry again."

"No, I understand. Hey,was that a Hannah Montana song?"

"Hm?" she said looking down at her cell phone. "Yeah, I'm a pretty big fan, I guess. Why?"

Jackson smiled smugly as he laid his elbows on the counter. "What would you say if I said that I could get you front row tickets?"

She smiled. "Wow. That sounds… great." Dang, Nadia thought. What's with everyone in this town and Hannah Montana tickets?

"I better get back to my friends." She picked up her bottle of water and purse and leapt from her stool.

"Hey, Nadia?" She turned around at his call. "You seemed pretty on top of things in Algebra. Maybe you could, I don't know, maybe we could study some time."

She shrugged. "Sure," and pulled out a pen from her purse. She grabbed a napkin, wrote her number, and turned back around to walk down to Miley, Lily and Oliver while Jackson went to serving some other customers.

"What took so long?" Lily asked.

"I just met up with a friend from my Algebra class."

Lily and Miley nodded in agreement went Oliver began to go back into his previous daze. "Oliver?" she asked. "Woo-hoo…" she said waving her hand in front of his face.

"Watch this," Miley said. At that very moment both Miley and Lily, who sat on each side of Oliver while Nadia sat across, reached down and pinched the sides of his stomach. He shrieked and jumped from his chair.

"Does he do that often?" Nadia asked. Oliver gave his friends an angry scowl.

"Yup," Miley said. "Usually once a day, but it's been going on a bit more often lately."



A buzz came Nadia's phone. But, contrary to what was expected, she didn't go to her phone. She reached into her purse and pulled out a PDA. "Hey, guys. I have to get online. It could take a while so I'll have to go home. It's been great talking to you."