Sorry I haven't posted for like…a month or two. I went to Disneyland and put my story on my dad's laptop to write more while there, and I just put it back onto my home computer! Sorry, I will keep posting and finish this story I promise!!!

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MILEY AKA HANNAH POV

Will sat next to me the whole flight over to England and I can't say I didn't enjoy it. My dad and Roxie were sitting right in front of us though, probably straining to hear every word we said.

Oliver was sitting in between Laura and Chloe. They were playing cards and having fun. I did notice him look over at me a couple of times. I guess he was just being over-protective.

We were in a normal plane so there were people all around us. Most of them were snobby rich people (we were sitting in First-Class), but it seemed like having us there made them even more so; like they needed to prove they were important too.

"A lot of snobs in here, huh?" Will asked me.

I nodded "Even some of the little girls are sticking their noses up at me."

"It's weird right? I mean you're rich, and I'm getting pretty close to it, but it really seems to me like the money really doesn't matter. To tell you the truth, I don't even use the money I make. And here are all these people around us, trying to make themselves look better when they don't have to."

"Yeah! That's totally what I was thinking. I don't use my money either. We use my dads, from being my manager and from his old music days. But the money I have made has been put into savings. The only things I'll be spending my money on are college and a car and eventually house payments. I won't ever spend lavishly. I want to be just like everyone else in every way that I possibly can."

"That's really cool, Hannah. I admire that." He said looking up at me.

I couldn't tell if he was being sincere yet or just trying to get something out of me. I looked up at him and his features seemed to show genuineness, like he really meant it. I gave him one of Hannah's smiles and he returned it with a 1,000 watt smile of his own.

The pilot came on about thirty minutes into the flight welcoming everyone but especially the "Hannah Montana crew." The people seated in first class with us weren't too happy about hearing that. All they could think about were themselves.

Even with our snobby neighbors, the flight was still very enjoyable. At one point, Will got out his ipod and he showed me different songs that inspired him to write his songs. Then we both kind of shared it and played different songs that we liked.

As we were rocking out to some tunes, a flight attendant came over to us, ready to ask what drinks we wanted.

"Hello," the woman said, not looking at us. "What kind of drink would you like? We have Sprite, Coca-Cola, and Diet Coke and…uh…"

She looked up at us. "I'm sorry; I just can't do this anymore! You're Hannah Montana and he's Will Peter's, right?"

"Yeah." I told her chuckling at how she handled seeing famous people.

"Thank goodness! If you weren't really them, then that'd mean I'd be totally embarrassing myself right now."

"But you are embarrassing yourself, I mean look at you." Will told her, a serious look on his face.

The flight attendant, Debbie (at least that's what her nametag said) laughed nervously, not sure if Will was joking or not. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure if he was joking or not either.

After an awkward silence, I took over.

"Oh don't listen to him Debbie," I told her sweetly, hitting Will on the shoulder "I've seen a lot of crazy fans and you're definitely not one of them. Could you get me some Calistoga? My stomach always gets a little weird on planes and Calistoga always seems to do the job."

"I'd like some root beer with exactly six ice cubes and a cherry on the side." Will said still looking serious. "Oh and don't forget the straw."

What had just happened to him? He had been pretty cool just a minute ago and now here he was giving poor little Debbie a hard time.

"Okay, so that's Calistoga for you." She said smiling at me "Is there any special requirements for yours, like ice or cherries?"

I shook my head. "I'm not a diva."

He looked up at me surprised "And I am?"

I wanted to nod but I just smirked at him, hoping he was joking.

"And for you, Mr. Peters, it's root beer with six ice cubes and a cherry on the side? Oh! And a straw!"

"Five ice cubes."

"But you said six just two seconds ago." I told him.

"That was then, I want five now."

"Will--" I started a little angrily

"Okay…" Debbie said a little nervously "five ice cubes. I'll be right out with your drinks."

She left quickly, looking a little unsure about what just happened. As soon as she was out of earshot I turned to Will.

"What was that all about?" I asked him sharply "She was a fan and you insulted her. I don't think--"

He started laughing "Hannah, relax. I was just messing around. It's not like I'm really like that."

"Then why did you act like you were?"

"It's an exercise my acting coach and I did once. And you have to admit it was kind of funny, she didn't even know I was acting."

"Yeah, that's because she doesn't even know you. I don't even know you. I didn't know you were acting. Not really. I met you like what….two days ago?"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to her. How about an autograph? Everyone likes an autograph."

"It's okay. I just think that if you're going to do that again, it should be with someone who knows what you're doing. Like your acting coach or something." I looked over at him; he was smiling like a mischievous little boy. "And you're giving her an autograph and a picture."

"A picture! I hate pictures!"

"Oh yeah right, you posed for every single shot in the airport."

"That's true."

I looked out the window for a minute, relieved that he was joking. I wasn't just relieved for Debbie's sake though.

I was relieved because if he wasn't really a diva like he had pretended to be, I could still be attracted to him and not feel bad. Because, even though I wasn't sure I wanted to be, I was starting really like Will; and I'm not talking in a just friends way either.