So, here's part 4 ;D I decided to put a bit from Mikayla's POV, because we haven't heard from her head yet. & By the way, in this story, it's updated with Selena's hairstyle. It's really short, like in the 'Magic' music video. I don't know why that was important, but you know now :L

Mikayla's POV.

"Dad! I'm back! Sorry I was out all night without telling you!" I called, locking the door behind me. My Dad emerged from his bedroom, rubbing his eyes, but smiling at me.

"It's okay, Mickey, Did you have *yawn* fun?" He asked, it was obvious I had just woken him up. I nodded at him, and he tiredly nodded back.

"Late night?" I asked him, knowingly. He nodded, and rubbed his forehead. "Hangover?" I asked as well, he nodded again, and fell down onto the couch, where he rested his head on a pillow.

"I saw you performing last night in the Karaoke bar, you and that girl were really good. Who is she?" He asked me. I smiled at the fact that my dad was there. I loved it when my dad was there for stuff like that. Even though I didn't know he was there, it still made me unbelievably happy.

"That was my girlfriend, Mitchie, as of this morning, she's also gonna be recording the songs with me." I said. My dad nodded, and I went into my room to get ready.

I came back out about 15 minutes later with my hair tied back into a tight pony-tail, and a pair of combat shorts. I had my bikini top on, instead of a T-shirt. I'd grabbed a towel, some clean underwear, and the clothes I borrowed from Mitchie, and was ready to go meet her again at the pool bar.

"Dad, I'm going to meet Mitchie, I'll be back by 5, okay?" I asked. He nodded, then turned around to face me. He smiled at me, and I smiled back.

"Before you do, sit down for a bit, I need to talk to you. It's kinda important." He said, patting the seat next to him. I walked over to the couch, and sat next to him, curious at what he wanted to say. "Sweetie, You know I trust you, but… are you thinking of having… it… with this Mitchie girl?" He asked me.

"No, daddy, I promise." I said. He looked like he believe me.

"Because, even if you are, I'm okay with it, I know you're growing up now, and you probably think you're ready, but, if you do, just make sure that you're definitely ready, I don't want you to do something you'll regret." He said. I nodded.

"I promise Dad, I'll make sure I know I'm ready, but right now, I'm not, I'm not even thinking about having sex with Mitchie, I'm just thinking about being with her. I know I've only known here for a day, but I think she could be the one." I said. My dad smiled and shook his head.

"Young love, eh? Anyway, you can go now, if you want." He said. I hugged him, and said bye again. After I'd left the room, I bumped into Mitchie.

"We can't keep meeting like this." Mitchie said, rubbing her head. I giggled, and nodded in agreement. I took her hand in mine, and intertwined our fingers. We headed towards the pool, where neither of us swam, we just sun-bathed, on the same sun-bed. We were squeezed together tightly, but I didn't mind, It was nice.

"You're attention passengers, we are stopping the ship for 2 hours so that people can go swimming in the sea. Please report to the rear of the ship for masks and breathing tanks if you wish to participate." Said a mans voice over the speaker. I looked at Mitchie hopefully, and she shook her head.

"No way. Nuh-uh, I hate swimming with fish." She said stubbornly. I put on my best cute face, and she gave in. We got our masks and breathing things, and jumped into the sea from the back of the boat.

It was so fun. We held each others hands and swam through the sea. We saw fish, sea-horses, octopuses and lots of other sea-creatures. I even saw Mitchie smile when she saw the clownfish swim away from us, which reminded me of Finding Nemo.

The two hours ended to quickly, and we were back on the ship, drying ourselves off.

"Hey, wanna go to lunch? It's 1.00." Mitchie asked Me. I sighed. I really didn't feel like moving.

"Mish. Too comfy to move." I said. Mitchie giggled, and got up, giving me more space on the sun-bed. I groaned at being moved from my comfy position, and reluctantly got up as well. We got into the pool, leaving our stuff on the sun-bed, and swam across to the pool bar. We found empty seat, which, like the others, were under water. The water came to just above my belly-button, and the same with Mitchie. Within 5 minutes of reading the water-proof menu, a man swam over to us to take our orders.

"Erm… I'll have a small French fries and a diet coke please." I said, with a smile.

"And for you?" He asked me.

"I'll get the same, and a pint of cider and black." Mitchie said casually, although I could see how hopeful she was that he'd serve her.

"I can't sell you that, sorry." He said to her.

"Oh, come on, please?" She asked, putting on a seductive smirk. I giggled at her.

"Fine, you're gonna get me fired if anyone sees though." He said, obviously worried.

"Don't worry, I'm good at keeping things a secret." She said, running a perfectly manicured finger down his cheek, which made him blush. I also noticed that his trousers suddenly became tighter. It took everything in me not to laugh. The waiter left, and came back quickly with our drinks.

"Here you go, now, girl with the alcohol, how old are you?" He asked her.

"14. Nearly 15"

"Well, I'm 17, fancy meeting me after my shift in an hour? My cabin's empty." He said, winking at her. Suddenly, my blood was boiling with anger at the waiter.

"No thanks, here, meet my girlfriend." She said, stressing the girl, as she took my hand in hers. I smiled triumphantly, but the waiter didn't stop.

"Well, maybe you can bring your girlfriend with you? More fun." He said. I nearly choked on my coke when he said that, I was praying that Mitchie wouldn't say yes.

"No thanks, we have plans." She said. He was about to say something else when His manager called him back to work.

"Wow, that was weird." I said.

"For you maybe, I'm used to guys trying to get me into bed." She said, having a mouthful of her Cider.

"Here you go girls, and babe, if you ever change your mind about being a dyke, you know where to find me." He said. I saw Mitchie get a pissed expression on her face.

"What did you just call me?" She whispered in a deadly tone. The waiter looked scared, and scratched the back of his neck.

"A… erm… Dyke." He said, so quietly he was barely audible. Mitchie didn't reply, instead, her fist collided with his face, attracting the attention of the elderly woman next to us, but no-one else. The waiter, who's name we didn't know yet, glared at Mitchie whilst holding his bloody nose. I couldn't help but laugh when I saw the blood trickle from his nose, My girlfriend's a badass tough nut. Nice.

"You'll pay for that one, bitch. You, and your girlfriend." He said, walking off.

"Ooh, I'm so scared." Mitchie muttered, loud enough for him to hear. I couldn't help but worry at what he said though.

After eating our fries, Mitchie paid with her credit card, she said she didn't mind, but I still felt bad. We swam back to the sun-beds, and dried off. Then we went back to our former position of being squeezed together on one sun-bed, with Mitchie half on-top of me. But like I said before, I wasn't gonna be stupid enough to complain.

My phone vibrated from next to us on the table, and I reluctantly picked it up to read the text.

Mickey, We're going to dinner at 5, you can bring your girlfriend if you want, I'd love to meet her.
Love Dad x

"Hey, Mitch?" I asked. She mumbled, obviously half asleep. "Wanna come to dinner with me and my Dad tonight? He said he'd love to meet you. We're going at 5." I told her.

"Yeah, sure, but lets sleep now, I'm tired, and the heat's making me even more tired." She said, yawning. I nodded, I knew she couldn't see me because she was on top of me, but I knew she felt it.

We woke up around 2 hours later when the Man was speaking over the speaker again. Mitchie moaned loudly, and at first, I thought she was having a perverted dream again, but then she muttered something about '5 more minutes mom', and I knew she was just moaning because she'd been woken up. I blindly reached for my phone, and saw that it was 3.30, we had and hour and a half to get ready for dinner.

"Mitch, We need to go get ready, We're going to dinner in an hour and a half." I said, gently pushing her off me. She moaned again, and stood up whilst rubbing her eyes.

"Okay, I'll come to your room in an hour and a quarter, yeah?" She asked. I nodded, and leant in to kiss her.

"See you later." I said happily.

I walked back to my room. Our rooms are on opposite sides of the ship, which is why we didn't walk back together.

"Dad! I'm back, Mitchie's coming here in about an hour and 10." I told my dad, who was in the kitchen getting a can of beer out of the refrigerator.

"Great, sweetie, you can take a shower, then get ready… And honey, the restaurant we're going to is kinda fancy, so, would you mind… dressing like… a girl…?" He asked me. I nodded, and went to take a shower. I was slightly unhappy at the idea of having to wear un-comfy, pink, girl clothes, But I wasn't that bothered by it. I jumped in the shower, and was done after 10 minutes.

I flicked trough my closet to the end at the left, where I kept my very few girlie clothes. I pulled out a thin red jumper with a picture of a black guitar and stars on it, and a pair of white skin-tight jeans. I put them on quickly, and grabbed my brown UGG boots.

I grabbed my small make-up bag which contained only foundation, mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss. I applied my make-up, which took a while because I kept poking myself in the eye. As you can tell, I don't wear make-up often.

Then, I decided to curl my hair, which made it look even shorter that it usually was. It usually went down to my shoulders, now it went down to my chin.

"Mikayla! Door!" My dad called just as I was putting my curling iron away. I ran to the door, to be greeted by a beautiful looking Mitchie. Her eyes were dark and smoky from the amount of make-up she was wearing, and her hair was straightened with her fringe slightly to the side. I smiled at her, then looked at what she was wearing.

Black skin-tight Chanel jeans and a tight White T-shirt with a big red heart in the middle with an arrow going through it. She looked taller than usual, and I noticed she was wearing heals.

"You look beautiful." We both said at the same time, which caused us both to erupt into a fit of giggles.

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