Chapter 3: It's a Small World After All!

Miley as Hannah sat back and relaxed on the Hannah Jet. Lilly, aka Lola Lafnagle, snored next to her. Lilly reminded Miley of a puppy, hyper one minute, and then conked out the next. The Hannah Jet wasn't very large, but it was roomy. It could fit twenty people, but some of the seats were removed for comfort. Robbie Ray sat farther up front, reading a book on parenting. Great. He was reading more ways on how to make her life tricky.

Hannah grabbed her iPod and bounced her head to one of her favorite tunes.

I can't get out of bed today,
or get you off my mind
I just can't seem to find a way
to leave the love behind...I can't take it!
What am I waiting for?
My heart's still breaking.
I miss you even more.
And I can't fake it
the way I could before
I hate you, but I love you
I can't stop thinking of you.
It's true
I'm stuck on you.

Miley closed her eyes and dozed off. And then Jake's face swam behind her eyelids. But you know what? She didn't really care.

Jake's plane touched down in New York at three the next morning. He had already gotten the chance to talk to Harry about the premiere, and of course, he had said yes. Jake was a bit groggy and cramped after sleeping the night on the plane, but he was able to rouse himself enough to unpack before rolling into his bed at Embassy Suites.

Jake woke up at eleven the next afternoon. He spent almost the entire day in his room watching TV. He would have IMed some of his friends, if he had any. The only person he could even think about was Miley. It wasn't until 6:00 that he left his room to go eat in the restaurant.

The Hannah Jet landed in New York at 4:00 Est. Time. They had spent three hours in the air. No matter how often she traveled across the country, the time zone changes always surprised Miley. She shook awake Lola, whose wig was helter-skelter. She went into the back to put on her own wig, which she had taken off mid flight to air out.

They exited the airport an hour later, and they arrived at the Embassy Suites hotel gratefully. Lola plunked down on the bed and sighed.

"Wow! This place is nice!" she exclaimed. I can't wait to eat at the fancy restaurant!"

"Yeah, we're going down at 6:00," Hannah said.

"Which wig should I wear?" Lola asked. She hauled out a huge plastic bag of wigs in every color. "Red, blue, pink, purple, or green?"

"Uh..." Hannah said. She was saved by a knock on the connecting door. Robbie Ray stepped in, moustache and all. "Get ready bud, Dinner in half an hour."

"Half an hour?"

"Yeah. Trust me; this restaurant serves food as slowly as Uncle Earl on a bicycle. We're heading down early."

"Sure, alright."

Hannah, Lola, and Robbie Ray were finally served their food at six. Just as the waitress was placing the orders on the table, Hannah glanced over her shoulder and saw something nearly horrifying. Jake Ryan.

Take him to the green room, take him to the green room, Hannah thought desperately from her seat in the red room. But no. The waiter led Jake Ryan and his manager to the red room. Straight toward Miley's table.