Okay, Quick Author's Note:

I'm not a Hannah/Miley hater, for one, and if you are, please don't take it out on me or this story- None of you have done that so far, which is great :D You guys are awesome :D

But this is just a heads-up, since I know such a LARGE number of people hate Hannah/Miley.

Oh, and I'm un-Disneyfiying this story just a tad bit- so if they seem a bit older/etc then they do on the Show, then that's why.

Here's Chapter 3!

~Bhavana


Arrival Day- Part 2

Tawni's Point of View

I ran away from that freak with blond hair... what was he? 14? and hitting on me? He should know I'm way out of his league.

I found a different section of the deck, and I placed my chair there, attempting to relax again.

"Hey there, mate," some kid with brown hair came up to me, and tried to flip his hair, failing.

"Ugh! Why can't you people leave me alone?!" I screeched- that usually gets people to leave.

"Hi! I'm Max Russo," he said, sticking his hand out, and it was sticky... EWW!!

"Ahhh! Get away from me!" I got up, and ran into a tall, kind of cute, guy.

"Max, back to your cabin, now," he told the kid, and he ran off, and then he turned his attention to me.

"Sorry about him, he's my brother, Max. I'm Justin- Justin Russo,"

"Um... hey," I felt my palms sweating... and myself get nervous... I never get nervous around guys! "I'm Tawni Hart,"

"Oh, I know you! You're one of the celebrities on this cruise! You're from So Random, right?" he asked, getting all excited.

"Yeah, That's me, Tawni Hart! From So Random!" I told him, somewhat happy to be around him.

He turned to leave. "Well, it was nice talking to you,"

"Wait!" I called after him. He turned around.

"Yes?"

"Um... well,"

His face lit up- he probably thought I was going to ask him out... which I was about to... but Tawni Hart doesn't go after boys! The boys go after Tawni!

"Do you want to go to the aquarium with me?" He asked, blushing and looking at the ground.

"The aquarium?" I asked, shocked. What kind of first date is at an aquarium? With smelly fish and squid... eww!

"There's a great aquarium, here on the ship- and they just opened their swim with the dolphins exhibit! We can learn about the ocean, and have fun with the dolphins, all in one date!" He added, excitedly.

Ohh... so he was one of those... smart guys... "Um, sure! Sounds great... meet me at my cabin, 610, at 7:00," I told him, before I began re-applying my tanning lotion, as a cue for him to leave.

"Um, okay, sounds great," he turned around, and after he got a few feet away, I could distinctly hear him shout, "I got a date with Tawni Hart! Yeah!!"

Hm... he's lucky he's cute.

Miley/Hannah's Point of View

Lilly and I walked back into our cabin, and we locked the door. I went into my bathroom, and came back out, having taken the wig off and settled into more comfortable clothing. I pulled out my ponytail and let my long brown hair fall down by my shoulders. I grabbed my brush and began running it through my hair, glad to finally have gotten the opportunity to let loose and relax.

"Lilly, you don't think I was a little too mean to Sonny, do you?" I asked her, genuinely feeling a little guilt.

Lilly was holding her hair scrunchie in her mouth, as she put her hair into a ponytail. She put her scrunchie in her hair and turned to me. "Miley, well, maybe a little bit. I mean, she is his girlfriend... maybe it's better to leave them alone... these aren't normal, non-famous people's love lives you're messing with, like back in Malibu- you're messing with Chad Dylan Cooper and Sonny Munroe- who have security guards... giant, huge security guards?"

"I know, but I mean, it's CHAD DYLAN COOPER! He's possibly the cutest guy I have ever seen, Lilly. I mean... when I look at him, it's like I'm in a whole 'nother world," I said, dreamily.

"Miley! Snap out of it!" Lilly snapped her fingers infront of my face.

"Sorry," I grumbled, thinking about Chad's blond hair... running my fingers through it... imagining how it felt... so soft, so silky...

"Miley..."

"What?!"

"You're thinking aloud again," Lilly grinned.

My eyes flitted over to an issue of TWEEN WEEKLY. "What Chad Dylan Cooper Looks for in a Girl," was in bolded orange letters, on the front cover. I jumped off the bed and reached for the magazine, flipping through the pages until I got to the article.

What Hollywood Bad-Boy, Chad Dylan Cooper, Looks for in a Girl

TW: So, Chad, what do YOU look for, in a girl?

CDC: Well, Santiago, I think the first thing that catches my eye has to be... her eyes.

TW: Really?

CDC: Yes, really. I mean, some eyes shine, some eyes, glitter, some sparkle, like my own blue beauties, and some are just dull and lack-luster.

TW: Just eyes? That's it?

CDC: Well, I also like girls that aren't afraid to smile and laugh... I mean, somebody fun-loving.

TW: Hm... I get what you're saying, but those are all physical traits... what do you look for, IN a girl?

CDC: IN a girl? You mean personality-wise, don't you?

TW: Of course, what else would I mean?

CDC: Like I said, somebody fun-loving, I also like the musical type- you know, whether it's singing or songwriting, even just playing the guitar, I know it must seem silly to want that in a girl, but Hey! I'm CDC- I want what I want.

TW: Hmm... Sounds like Someone's a little full of themselves.

CDC: Hey!

TW: Well, that's all for now, tweens, but until next time, this is Santiago Geraldo.

CDC: You have some serious issues with your name, my friend.

TW: Coming up next week... tween pop sensation Mikayla... Hannah Montana Hater? or just a jealous wanna-be? Cupid has a heart... does Mikayla? Find out next week, in TWEEN WEEKLY.

"Haha, Miley, that article was hilarious," Lilly giggled, as I scanned the article again.

"Hm... maybe we could get Chad to break up with Sonny..."

"Miley, you're still hung up on that?"

"Hey, we're just going to politely show him that Sonny isn't the girl for him! Like here; he says he likes Musical girls... I'm musical... Sonny isn't," I stated, simply.

"How do you know?" Lilly asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

I closed the TWEEN WEEKLY magazine and set it back on the nightstand. "Lilly, she's a comedian- everyone knows comedians can't sing... or have any musical talent, whatsoever... and Chad's going to find that out... tonight at Open- Mic night," I grinned deviously.

"Oh boy..." Lilly frowned.

"So here's the plan- I have a feeling she doesn't really trust me, since I was kind of cold to her, earlier, but YOU can convince her to sing tonight, and when Chad realizes how bad she is, that'll be another reason to him not to date her,"

Portlyn's Point of View

I was folding my clothes and placing them in the dressers, that we had in the cabin, when Tawni burst in the door. "Portlyn! I need your help," she came in, hyperventilating.

"Tawn, just calm down," I put my hands on her shoulders and set her down on the bed. "Okay, now what do you need?"

"Okay, one... I got a date with a cute guy!"

"Yay! I'm so happy for you!" I told her, starting to happy dance. "Why aren't you happy dancing?" I asked her, as I sat down next to her.

"Because! He's one of those smart guys... if I'm not smart enough for him, he might not like me enough to take me on a second date! We're going to the aquarium today, and I need you to teach me all you know about oceanology!"

"It's oceanography,"

"Whatever! I just really need your help! If you're my friend, you'll help me," Tawni whined, making a pouty face.

"Okay, okay, Tawni, I'll help you..." my thoughts flitted to a smart blond kid I met on the ship earlier. "And I think I know just how to," I grinned, taking her hand and dragging her out of the room.

I dragged her out onto the deck, and I saw the towel boy. "Hey, Towel Boy! Over here!" I called over to him, and he threw a towel at me. I frowned and threw the towel back at him.

"Hey, what gives?" He asked, holding his hands out as if to say 'What?'

"Aren't you the brainiac who was trying to tell me about squids and fish when I was eating sushi on the deck a few hours ago?" I asked him, walking up to him, with Tawni close behind me.

"Yeess.... my name's Cody. Cody Martin," he told me, sticking out his hand.

"Well, er... nice to meet you Cody, I'm Portlyn Murray," I greeted him politely, shaking his hand. "Listen, I need your help, and you seem pretty smart, like you know a lot about the ocean, right?"

"Well..."

"ARE YOU SMART OR NOT?!" Tawni spazzed from behind me.

"Tawni, be nice!" I scolded her, almost as if I were talking to a misbehaving 6-year-old.

"Well, I do have a 5.0 grade point average," He said, almost cockily.

"How do you have a 5.0 grade point average?" A fat guy with curly hair and glasses came up behind him.

"Not now, Woody, I'm in the middle of something," Cody told him, shooing him away.

"Ooh cool! Babes!" 'Woody' gaped at me and Tawni.

"Back off! And don't touch my purse!" Tawni yelled.

A blonde girl came and took Woody away. "Thanks Bailey," Cody smiled at her.

"No problem, Cody," the girl smiled, and took Woody over in the direction of the cabins.

"Okay, so Cody, I was wondering if you could tutor my friend, Tawni, over here, about oceanography for her date tonight?"

"Listen, Tawni, I'd love to, but I've got my towel job to attend to," he sighed.

"How much does your towel job pay you?" I asked him.

"Well..."

"HOW MUCH?" Tawni spazzed again.

"Well, counting tips, I get around 10 bucks,"

"I'll give you fifty and passes to a live viewing of Mackenzie Falls if you help out my friend," I offered him.

"Thanks! I'll do it! But... who's going to give out towels?"

I saw some thirteen year old playing around with a yoyo, and I called him over.

"Eww! It's that icky Max kid!" Tawni hid behind Cody.

I took Cody's towels and handed them to Max. "Give these to people who want towels, and here's 20 bucks to keep your mouth shut," I told him, handing him the money and the towels.

"Money for throwing towels at people? You gotta deal!" He grinned, and went about throwing towels at people, randomly.

"Ah, not my problem anymore," I smiled, leaving Tawni with Cody. "Have fun!" I called to them, bouncing off to the smoothie bar- I needed a pick-me-up. Hm... I wonder if they had loganberries?

Sonny's Point of View

A maid came in with towels and a new supply of water bottles, mini-shampoos, lotions, and soap for our cabin. "Am I supposed to tip you?" I asked her, pulling out a 5.

"You don't have to, but thanks!" she squealed, taking the 5.

I shook my head and replaced our old, empty bathroom necessities with the new ones she dropped off. I noticed that she also dropped off a flier. I picked it up and looked it over.

Open Microphone Talent Night

Show off your talent, skills, and, just plain have fun!

Open to everyone. Songs can be original, or covers.

Tonight at 8:00 at the upper deck.

"Talent Night, huh?" I heard Chad behind me- must have woken up from his afternoon nap.

"Yeah... you going to do it?"

"Nah... I don't really sing," He yawned, stretching out.

"You don't have to sing... maybe you can play guitar?" I suggested to him.

"How do you know I play guitar?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I've heard you playing it enough, when I walk by your dressing room on the way out of the Studios," I blushed, rubbing the back of my neck.

"What about you, Sonshine Girl? Are you going to wow everyone with the songs you write?"

"How do you know I write songs?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"I stole your notebook once, when I was trying to get back at you randoms for stealing my Italian shoes. I thought it was your diary, but I read through it and it was all just songs," he shrugged, getting up off the bed.

"Oh yeah, I remember that- and you wouldn't give it back until I yelled 'Chad Dylan Cooper is the greatest actor of our generation' in the commissary," I frowned at the memory.

"Ha, that was hilarious!" he burst into a fit of laughter. I frowned and hit him with a pillow, repeatedly, until he stopped.

"Fine, Sonny, stop hitting me! I'm done laughing!"

"Good,"

"Good," Chad grinned.

"We're not doing that again," I playfully shook my head no, and I walked out of the room, only to run into Lola Los Angeles or Luft angel or something.

"Hey... Sonny!"

"Er... Hi Lola. I was just about to go get a smoothie... you and Hannah wanna come with?" I asked.

"Hannah's doing some pre-talent-night vocal warm-ups, but yeah, I could go for a smoothie! Speaking of Talent Night... are you thinking of singing tonight?"

"Well, I don't know, I'm not really that great- the only person that's ever heard me sing is my mom... and that's from the shower," I laughed at my own little joke, and Lola laughed along, too, but it sounded somewhat forced.

"Sonny, Sonny, Sonny, have more confidence in yourself! Tonight is your chance! Your chance to show the world that Sonny Munroe can sing! WOOOOOO!" She yelled, getting us lots of weird looks from people.

"Yeah... woo..." I silently said, somewhat creeped out by her. Sure she was nice... but a little too quirky, maybe?

"So you'll do it tonight? Come on, Sonny, please? I'm not that great at singing either! But if you do it, maybe It'll give me some motivation to do it myself!" She puppy-dog-pouted.

"Fine, Lola, I'll do it,"

"You'll do it? Great!" She beamed, and ran back up to her room.

"Wait, Lola? I thought we were getting smoothies!"


There's Chapter 3. Sorry there wasn't any Alex, Zora, Nico, etc. in it- but they're definitely showing up in the next chapter :)

You know what to do... read and review!

~Bhavana