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HANNAH'S POV:

"So guys, these nice young ladies..." Larry gave us a sideways look. "have decided to- ahem- break into the museum..."

"WE DIDN'T BREAK IN, JERKFACE! I DIDN'T HAVE MONEY FOR A CAB!" I yelled from my spot in between he and Nicole.

He glanced down at me with a 'shut your face, little brat' look. Funny. Usually only Nicky gets those looks. Hm.

"Anyway." he emphasized the word. "Now that they're here, I guess I may as well introduce them. Ya know, to save me from- uh- further... insultation..." he trailed off, and I stood right there with my hands on my hips, smirking the entire time.

"So, this is Hannah, and the quiet little church mouse over there is Nicole." he announced.

Wow. I really don't like him.

Then, the man proceeded to go around the room introducing the specific exhibits.

He pointed to a guy in a khaki uniform, standing by a large brown horse.

"This is Teddy."

'Teddy' immediately stepped forward, extending his hand to shake politely.

"Theodore Roosevelt, twenty-sixth president of these United States, at your service." he smiled from behind his mustache.

I shook his hand. "Hannah Rogers, second born daughter of Marie and Jonas Rogers, honor student, and fashion guru, at your service." I grinned.

He smiled warmly and presidently (if that's a word) at me, then looked over to Nicole.

Good lord, I can see she isn't planning on being outgoing today. What happened to the boldness she had when she flipped off Mr. Brantley?

The president extended his hand and my older sibling shook it quickly before putting her hand back in her pockets.

"And you are?" he asked gently, smiling. Larry had already introduced the both of us, so I figured Teddy was just trying to be cordial. Too bad Nicky wouldn't know cordial if it hit her in the face.

"Hi. Nicky." she put on a smile.

I thought her face was gonna turn cherry red for a minute, but Mr. President Man finally walked back over to the herd of people in front of us and rejoined them.

I gave her a weird look out of the very corner of my eye. Ya know, like one of those sisterly 'be social, ya dumb weirdo' looks? Yeah, one of those. Anyway, she just sighed softly and truned her attention to the Native American woman that was walking toward us.

My gosh, was this Indian chick pretty. I wish I looked like that! I've never seen anyone walk so slow, but still. I knew who this was, by the way. Just like I'd known who Teddy was. I have a ninety- eight in history, sooo... yeah.

She extended her hand gacefully for me to shake, which I did.

"It's very nice to meet you. I'm-"

"Sacagewea." I interupted. "I know who you are."

With a smile, I pulled my hand back to keep her from thinking I was- ahem- homosexual... in any way... and smiled at her.

"Nice to meet you, too."

My sister reached out and took her hand before I could manage to elbow her in the side.

"I'm Nicole. It's good to meet you." she said. The Shoshone smied beautifully and walked away.

Next thing I knew, there was the most adorable monkey in the world trying to jump up my leg. Larry walked over, taking the little guy's hand and putting him on my shoulder.

"This... is Dexter. He's a capuchin. Isn't that wight, wittle Dextew?" Larry teased, jabbing a finger lightly into the small primate's tummy. The next thing that happened is possibly the funniest thing ever.

Dexter slapped him!

Right in the face!

I almost doubled over laughing, trying to keep my eyes from watering which would cause my makeup to run. Nicole even had to stifle her giggle. Ole Larry, on the other hand... not so much.

He looked like he was gonna raise his hand and slap the little guy back, but I snatched the ape off my shoulder and put him on the floor.

"Don't hit the monkey! He's adorable! How could you?" I repremanded the security guard.

"He hit me first! I just- Ah, nevermind." Larry glared at Dexter before turning and peering to the quiet audience.

"uhhh... Atilla! Come... introduce yourself." Larry urged.

A viking-looking man stepped forward from the very back of the crowd, his viking friends not far behind. He had animal hides and wool decorating his body, and lemme tell ya, this dude was BIG. It didn't help that he had the giant ninja sword in his beefy paws!

He walked up to us, and apparently he doesn't speak like any english, cause Larry had to hit it off for us.

"Atilla, this is Hannah. Nicole." The big guy just stared at us. "Uh... girls, this is Atilla the Hun."

My eyes widened. "THIS IS ONE OF THOSE GUYS FROM MULAN THAT likES TO RIP PEOPLE APART!?"

"N-n-no." Larry held his hands out to calm me. "Look, he's not gonna rip you apart. I've given him a good- uh- solid... talking to, a-and he's good now. See? No more ripping."

I looked frantically at Nicole. How could she be so placid about this guy!?

Nicky rolled her eyes at me, and stretched her hand out to him kindly.

"Nicky!?" I threw my hands out at her. What the frick? She couldn't even make eye contact with a president, but she can shake hands with a psychotic pillager? In what world does that make sense? Really!

The Hun tentatively took her hand, but my sister had to initiate the whole up and down motion of the gesture.

"Nice to meet you." she smiled warmly up at the oath.

He just stood there, not moving.

After atleast a good two or three minutes, a giant grin spread from one ear to the other on his wide bronze face.

"Oogie La Du!" he exclaimed.

Nicky just stared at him, still holding his hand. Then she looked at me. Then Larry.

The night guard shrugged absent-mindedly, and I managed to mouth "I dunno." without Atilla seeing. It's not like it mattered. He wouldn't have understood anyway.

"Uh... thaaaanks..." Nicky smiled awkwardly, pulling her hand away and putting it back in her hoodie. "Umm... bye." she looked away.

After a good thirty seconds the guy walked away, machete-looking death weapon in hand.

"HEY! HOW ABOUT US? YOU HEARD ME, GIGANTOR!" I heard a voice yell. Well... it sounded like a yell... but at the volume of a strong whisper.

I looked around, scanning the area. Who said that?

"DOWN HEAR, BLONDY!"

I looked at my feet, bending down when I saw two little action figure-looking men.

Five seconds later, Nicky was knelt down right beside me.

I glanced at her before my attention swayed back to the little cowboy and Roman general.

"So you guys come to life, too?"

"Sure as the day is long, Blondy." the cowboy answered.

I sneered at him.

"Listen, Tiny. You're blonde too, so don't give me any crap. Got it?" I snapped.

"Hannah." my sister whisper-yelled. I shrugged. What? He started it.

She just huffed and looked back to the little people.

"I'm Nicky. And you are?"

I noticed that the Roman was the one in her line of vision, not the cowboy. Makes sense that she'd favor the silent one.

"I am Octavious of Rome." he announced regally. "And you are, my dear flower?"

What. The. Frick.

This guy was like an inch and a half tall and he was flirting with a girl that was five-foot-six? Wow. That's gotta be a new record.

I suppose Nicky noticed this too, as her face went red and she broke eye contact immediately.

"Umm..."

Yep. Her voice was shaky. It only did that when she got like really embarrassed.

The Roman smiled charmingly despite his small size.

"Nicole." she replied, looking to the western man.

"How about you, Goldie Lockes What's your name?" she asked.

I snickered madly, putting a hand to my mouth. There was that sarcasm I knew so well!

"Name's Jedediah!" he announced proudly. Oh great. Another egotistical little butthole. Fantastic.

"Well, my name's Hannah!" I cut in, probably sounding very blonde right about now. "Hi!"

My sister looked at me, along with the two miniatures.

"Good evening, dear girl."

"How ya doin', Blondy?"

"Wassup, Hannah Montana?"

I glared at my sister.

"That wasn't necessary." I bit out, hating the nickname and the popstar it came from.

"Yeahhh... it kinda was." she smirked.

I waited on Nicky to get to her feet before I did.

"So, uh... I think that's about everyone..." Mr. Daley stated, his hands resting on his hips as he combed the room for important faces. "If ya wanna talk to the others, I guess you can just-"

"Hello."

My head snapped around, along with Nicky's and Larry's. I looked to see who the speaker was, and my. golly. gosh. I saw the most handsomely perfect guy EVER.

Nicky found him attractive as well. I could tell, because she looked in the direction toward the door (probably wanting to walk out it) and her face turned light pink.

Heh. We can see who's gonna get the guy in this situation.

"Hey, Pharaoh. I'm Hannah. And you are?" I asked, stealing a glance at his abs that were exosed above his tunic.

He smiled slightly. Oh good lord.

"I am King Ahkmenrah. My tablet is what brings this entire museum to life every night."

I smiled flirtily at him before an idea hit me. Peaking over at Nicole, I noticed she was basically hiding her face in the bunched up hood of her sweater.

"Nicky, why don't you introduce yourself? Ahk won't bite." I teased.

She glared pathetically at me, before looking up.

I really don't think the pharaoh even understood that she was embarrassed, because he just looked over to her, an expectant smile on his face.

"Hello. What is your name?" he asked after a minute.

"Hi." she mumbled, looking to the floor and letting her bangs fall over her pink cheeks. "I'm Nicole."

Ahkmenrah smiled sweetly at my sister.

I was a small bit jealous, I admit, but my face contorted from irritation to joy as I heard his next comment.

"That's a beautiful name."

Wow. Never heard anybody say that to her.

He smiled once more and walked away, leaving her heart racing and mine fluttering.

I leaned over to Nicky, a knowing grin on my face as I whispered in her reddening ear,

"He's a keeper."

AN: Omegosh you have no idea how stressful this was to write. I thought Hannah was a little bit rude in this chappie, but I'm trying to get the general idea of her character across.

And tbh I just got back from the doctor and I have something called costochondritis. :(

You guys probably don't care about that, but I never mention anything about my personal life in any of my author notes, so I just kinda wanted to share that.

So yeah...

ANYWAY, I really hope you guys like this! I tried to make Hannah and Nicole act as realistic as possible because I really really don't want them to be one of those stereotypical fanfic OCs.

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