It only took an hour more than it should have to get the tour bus. It was copper with dark tinted windows. The outside didn't look so great, but I couldn't wait to see the inside. Lilly and I had planned out the inside when we found out that she could come with us. It was going to be great.
"Last one to the bus does tonight's dishes!" Jackson called and we all started running toward the bus, my dad included. Hey, even adults don't want to do the dishes. I was the third one there, right after Jackson and Lilly. Oliver was last. He started complaining about it being unfair, but let it go the moment we got inside. Everyone, but Lilly and I stood there speechless.
"So, what do ya think?" Lilly asked.
"I think I just stepped into some little girl's dream," Jackson said bluntly. Lilly and I frowned. Alright, so the bus was a little girly. The colors pink and purple were everywhere with lime highlights. Jackson looked like he was going to puke and Oliver blinked.
"Miley, remember that picture about the seizure? Yeah, I think I might have one…"
"Please tell me our room isn't going to look like this!"
"No Jackson, your room is going to look fine," I said. Apparently neither Oliver or Jackson believed me because they both headed for what they thought was their bedroom.
There was a loud scream from Oliver and they tumbled out of the room. "It's p-p-pink," Jackson stuttered. Lilly and I rolled our eyes. She and I each took one by the arm and led them into the room next door.
"This is your room, you donuts," Lilly said. We left the boys where we were and retreated to our room. Our driver from the limo, along with my dad, brought our bags in. Lilly and I each claimed closet space and I took the bottom bunk, while Lilly took the top. I loved the color of our room, it was just the right shade of pink. Lilly hadn't wanted that color at first, but I think that she'd warmed up to it after a while. Next we tackled the bathroom. It was connected from the back of our room by sliding doors that locked. Lilly flung them open to Jackson and Oliver taking both sinks for their stuff. Both froze and turned around.
"Aw man! You mean we have to share a bathroom with you two!" Jackson groaned. I could tell that he was not having the best time with this… Maybe we can find a way to ship him back to Malibu, I thought to myself. I doubted I was going to get that lucky. Lilly and I cleared his stuff from our sink and tossed it into Oliver's who threw his hands up in complaint. I wrinkled my nose at him.
"So dad, who's going to be driving this thing? Hopefully not you," I said meaning nothing by it, but when I did a California tour last year, my dad tried to drive the bus and it didn't end to prettily.
My dad grinned at me and said, "Honey, do you remember California '06? No, but I did hire someone I think you'll like."
"Oh, who? Is it Orlando Bloom?"
"What about Orlando Bloom? Is he here?" Lilly asked, running out from bedroom, trying to fix her 'Lola' wig. My dad gave her a funny look, but Lilly just continued through the bus and eventually out of the door. I exchanged a look with my dad. I shook my head and went out the door. My dad followed in hot pursuit.
Lilly was standing outside her head looking back and forth across the parking lot of the stadium we were playing in tomorrow night. I walked over to her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Lola, I don't think Orlando is going to be driving our bus."
"No, but Roxie is!" Roxie stepped out of a taxi. She pulled her bags out of the trunk and rushed toward us. I screamed in delight and met her halfway, throwing my arms around her. She dropped her bags and followed my suit.
"Well look at you girl! You look good!" She relinquished herself and picked up her bags. We moved toward the bus. She took one look on the inside and her eyes widened. "Have you inspected this place? Looked for bugs or stowaways? Like that!"
Roxie pointed out her finger and we all followed her gaze. Oliver had exited the bus as… well Oliver instead of Fausto. Lilly and my eyes widened. Oliver's followed in the suit after taking one look at Roxie and his face paled. He opened his mouth, let out a blood-curtling scream, and then rushed back inside the bus. Roxie made to chase after him, but my dad stopped her.
"It's okay Rox, he's with us. Right Bud?"
"Right Dad."
Just then his phone rang. Lilly and I went back inside and showed Roxie around. My dad came back in a few minutes later with a bit of a solemn look on his face. "Uh-oh. Robbie Ray doesn't look to happy," Lilly whispered in my ear. I nodded in agreement.
"Mile, I hate to do this, but the record company and tour company need us to sign some papers. They have an office here in Augusta and they say it's kind of important," my dad said to me. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Daddy! That's not fair! You said that Oliver, Lilly, and I could just hang out today!" I complained. In all reality, I was jet-lagged. In all reality, I wanted to take off my Hannah wig. In all reality, I wanted to climb into bed and sleep. My dad gave me a look and I rolled my eyes again. "Fine, fine…"
I quickly changed out of my travel clothes and into something more Hannah Montana-ish. I loved being Hannah Montana and the clothes looked so cute, but all those sequin tops were really, really itchy… and sometimes the jacket shrugs were tight… plus, the legging made it a bit chilly. However, the boots or whatever shoes Hannah was wearing, were always amazing… even if they did leave blisters on my feet.
I hopped into a cab with my dad, telling Lilly to fill in Oliver and Jackson. Hannah Montana was amazing, it always had been. It was just, times like these when it was so… job-like. I mean, I was twelve when I started this and as the years went on, it just got so much more adult-ish. Not as fun and so much more time consuming. I was spending less and less time with Lilly and Oliver, but you know what? This summer was going to change all that.
The meeting took forever and an hour. There were papers to sign and my dad always got into a long, unneeded conversation with someone there. I tugged on his sleeve and sent him evil telepathic messages, but no matter what I did he just kept talking with this lady. Finally he pulled me over, "Miley, this is Amelia. Amelia, this is Miley."
"Dad," I said, my eyebrows almost raised off my forehead in confusion. Honestly, he'd just given away Hannah Montana's identity! Barely anyone knew that secret and my dad just spilled it to some lady we just met. "My name's not Miley, Amelia. It's Hannah Montana."
"Mile, don't worry! She knows already," my dad said. I gawked at him. He gave me one of those, "I'll-tell-you-later-looks."
We spent about two more hours there until I finally called Roxie to come and get me in a cab. My dad went to dinner with this "Amelia" lady.
I filled Jackson in the moment I got home. I told Lilly and Oliver too.
"Whoa, that sounds crazy Miley! What's your dad thinking?" Lilly asked I shrugged.
We tried to forget about it by playing Uno. Can I tell you not to play Uno with your friends? It was absolutely crazy. More than crazy. Oliver pulled this Uno Attack!-thing out of his suitcase. I wondered what else he'd packed into the three bags he'd brought with him, but I didn't ask. Every time Jackson went to push the button, because he never seemed to have the right cards, it'd spit like fourty cards at him until he had half the deck.
Once we got bored of that, Jackson started shooting cards at everyone and we broke a lamp. That woke up Roxie and she jumped up from her couch bed with pepper spray in her hand. We all rushed into the bedrooms and met in the bathroom. We hung out in there for a while. I lounged in the bathtub/shower, Oliver and Lilly rested up against the wall and the door to Jackson and Oliver's room, and Jackson sat on the sink, still throwing cards at people.
At about eleven my dad called on the Hannah-line. He told us to go to bed, tomorrow was going to be a long day. We didn't listen for half-an-hour when Lilly fell asleep on Oliver's shoulder. He wasn't complaining though. I'd thought that Oliver had liked Lilly for a while now, but he wouldn't admit it to me.
"Lilly," I cooed. "Come on, let's get to bed."
I pulled her up and after a few groans about how she'd rather sleep in the bathtub, I managed to get her into the room. We blasted some Hannah Montana as we got ready for bed and we sang along. Jackson came in and yelled for us to turn it down. He said that he and Oliver shouldn't have to suffer because we couldn't get ready for bed within five minutes.
By the time we finally turned out the lights, I was exhausted. Oh and I never did figure out what time my dad rolled in.