Hey everyone! I know I said I wouldn't be able to update, but I finally found a way! YAY! So here's the next chapter…I think it's going to be the second to last chapter. I've actually been getting TONS of inspiration for stories while I've been taking this nice little vacation. I've gotten THREE new story ideas planned out, one for Phil of the Future, one for Harry Potter(It'll be my first hp fic!), and then one Pirates that's actually a crossover(but it won't seem like it). So anyways, keep your eyes open! Here is your long awaited chapter! (Sorry for the wait, by the way)

Just as Hannah was screaming on the inside about how the evening's events had taken a turn for the worse, Lola came bounding down the stairs.

"Hey! What are all of these people from our," She was shot a warning glance from Hannah, "Our…age group doing here?" Lola said with a confused look on her face.

"Oh my gosh!" Johnny Collins exclaimed. "You're Hannah Montana! And you're her friend Lola Tuftnagle!"

"It's 'Luftnagle'," Lola said coldly. Then she whispered to Hannah, "Miley, please let the crush go he can't even remember my last name!"

"Whatever," Johnny said. Then he turned to Hannah excitedly, "I met you once, remember? It was at a concert backstage, and you signed a picture for me! My name's Johnny!"

"Right…yeah I remember," Hannah said, melting at the sound of his voice. Suddenly Lola nudged her and she snapped back to the current crisis. She turned on Oliver as the other kids from school started looking around the living room.

"Oliver, why would you do this and what exactly are they expecting?" Hannah demanded.

"Well, you know how I want to play football in high school next year?" Oliver said.

"No," Hannah said sharply, "And I really don't see where this is going."

"Well, I told some of the guys who are guaranteed to make the team and some of the hot girls who are guaranteed to be cheerleaders that I was having a little party at a really sweet house to get on their good side. Oh wait; I just had a great idea!" Oliver said, and before Hannah could stop him, he got everyone's attention. "Hey everybody! I've got a surprise for you! This house happens to be lived in by a very famous movie star that Hannah happens to be really tight with! If you stick around until about midnight, your close friend Oliver Oken, that's O-K-E-N, might be able to introduce you, since Hannah and I are rather close ourselves," He tried to put his arm around Hannah but she threw it off and shot him the evil eyes. Someone yelled, "Let's crank up the tunes!" and suddenly a stereo started blasting music.

All the girls in the bathroom talkin'

Who they're gonna take to the Sadie Hawkins

My ears are burnin' but I kept on walkin'

Smile on my face and air guitar rockin'

"I love this song!" Oliver said. He started to dance along with everyone else. Hannah watched in agony as people started jumping around the room and going crazy. Some people had brought cokes that looked very much like they were about to be spilled.

"This can not be happening," Hannah said. She sat down and put her head in her hands. "What the heck are we supposed to do? Oliver's pretty much convinced everyone to stay, and if they stay for another thirty minutes it's pretty sure that more people are going to turn up."

"Well, at least they didn't go for hard drinks, nuff said," said Lola with a shaky, "Hey, thing's could be worse!" kind of voice.

"That's not funny. And don't jinx the situation."

"Well…" Lola tried again tentively, "We could call Johnny…"

"Uh, I'm standing right here," Johnny Collins said, "But do you want my number? I'd love to hang out with you sometime! That'd be totally awesome!"

"No, my best friend is NOT interested," Lola said in a cool tone. She rolled her eyes and pulled Hannah behind the closest door, which happened to lead to a small office that was presumably Johnny's. She closed the door and began again.

"Like I was saying before Mr. Genius interrupted," Lola said, "We could call Johnny."

"NO!" Hannah cried before Lola said anything else, "ARE YOU KIDDING? There is no way we're calling him. Besides, we're not in trouble. We've just had a couple of incidents. What good would bringing Johnny into the picture do?"

"Hannah! There are twenty plus teenagers throwing a part in Johnny Depp's house while there are two little kids upstairs that are going to try to go to sleep soon! I think that this might fall under the category of emergencies. If we call Johnny and get him home, then he can freak the kids out enough to get them to leave and we'll be saved!" Lola protested.

"Think about what you're saying! Think about how bad it will look if he gets a cell phone call in the middle of the red carpet! He'll never let me baby-sit again. This is one client I really don't want to lose, Lilly, please!" Hannah cried. "Because we're best friends. Just don't call him."

"Well then, call your dad," Lola suggested.

"It'll be almost as bad. I'll be grounded for a month and never be allowed to baby-sit again. Plus, he'd tell your parents too," Hannah reminded her.

"Okay, that plan's definitely out," Lola said. "So what do you suggest we do?"

"I have no idea…" Hannah moaned. Suddenly, there was the loud sound of a phone ringing. She looked frantically around the room.

"Oh no! There's no phone in here!" Hannah exclaimed, frantically searching the room.

"Where's the nearest one?" Lola asked.

"It's in the living room!" Hannah exclaimed. "Come on, let's hurry before someone gets it first." The two friends burst through the door and ran over to the phone before anyone else answered it. Hannah took it off of its stand and ran into the kitchen where they would be able to hear. She prayed it wasn't either Vanessa or Johnny.

"Hello?" Hannah said nervously, picking up the phone.

"Yes, this is Jerry Bruckheimer; may I please speak to Johnny?" The voice over the phone said. Hannah gave a very audible gasp.

"Uh…he's not here right now, this is Hannah, I'm babysitting for Lily-Rose and Jack, can you hold on for a second?" Hannah said quickly. She covered the mouth piece with her hand.

"Who is it?" Lola mouthed.

"JERRY BRUCKHEIMER!" Hannah mouthed back excitedly. Then she put the phone back to her ear.

"Yes?"

"Wait, Hannah Montana?" Mr. Bruckheimer asked.

"Yes," Hannah replied nervously.

"Well, I was actually planning on calling you soon as well. I'm making a new movie and there was a part we were considering having you play…but do you know when Johnny will be back?" He said.

"He'll be back at around midnight, and I'll leave him a note," Hannah said. "And thank you so much!"

"Well, thank you! He knows my number. Thanks!" Then he hung up.

"What'd he say?" Lola said excitedly.

"Well, he needed to talk to Johnny, but he also said that he wants to put me in one of his new movies!" Hannah practically screamed. Lola shrieked. Then they each took a deep breath and the sound of the loud music in the next room reminded them of the situation they were in.

"All right, I think I know what we should do," Hannah said. "But first, let's go put the kids in bed, whether the movie's finished or not." Lola nodded, and the two ran upstairs. No one downstairs paid much attention. When they opened the playroom, they found the movie still playing. Jack had fallen asleep on a bean bag chair, but Lily-Rose was still watching it. It was at the part with the sea turtles. Hannah and Lola paused in the door way. All three girls began to imitate the lines and movement of Crush at the part they were at.

"Now give me some fin! Noggin! DUDE!" they said, and then laughed. Then Hannah addressed Lily-Rose.

"Uh, Lil? Is it okay if you go to bed now? I mean, I know it's early, but why don't we put you in bed now?" Hannah said slowly.

"Um…I guess so. But it's only eight-thirty. The movie's not even finished yet. And what's all that noise coming from downstairs?" Lily-Rose said curiously.

"Well, it would just be a little easier if you went to bed now. You can finish the movie in your room, is that okay?" Hannah said, ignoring the question about the noise.

"Mm, okay," Lily-Rose shrugged. Hannah brought the little girl into her room, got her changed into her pajamas, put the DVD in her TV, turned it on, then gave her a kiss goodnight. Then Hannah turned off the lights and closed the door. Lola had quickly and quietly put Jack in his bed. Hannah and Lola met at the top of the stairs. Unfortunately, Oliver had beaten them there to make an announcement.

"EVERYONE! If I may have your attention please!" Oliver called. Everyone quieted down.

"Now, I've been keeping this from you all night, but there's something you need to know about this house," Oliver said, grinning. "This house belongs to…"

"No one," Hannah interrupted. "It's just a show-house for this neighborhood. I was just checking it out to consider moving into this one instead. And you guys really shouldn't be here, because you could screw up this house and I'd get in big trouble if that happened"

"What's she talking about Oken?" One kid called up.

"Wait, don't get mad at Oliver," Hannah said. "A couple of houses down, there's someone else whose house is empty for a couple more hours. I'm sure the guy there would LOVE to sign some autographs for you!"

"Who is it?" Another kid said.

"Dick Van Dyke! Seriously, that's one person's autograph you really need to get," Hannah told them convincingly.

"Who's he?" a third kid asked. Lola slapped herself on the forehead.

"And then Christina Aguilera lives in the house across the street from his!" Hannah said hopefully.

"Let's go!" Johnny Collins yelled. Everyone screamed and ran out of the house. When the door slammed, Oliver, Lola, and Hannah ran downstairs after breathing a sigh of relief. Oliver turned off the music and Hannah and Lola started picking up the bits of trash the kids had left behind and started re-organizing the cushions on the sofa. When they were done Oliver rubbed his hands together and turned around to face Hannah nervously.

"You know," Oliver said, "I view this as a 'learning experience'…" He began.

"Oliver?" Hannah said.

"Yeah?"

"LEAVE!" Hannah said angrily.

"Can you get me an autograph?" Oliver said hopefully.

"If you leave!" Hannah said in a poisonous tone.

"Oo, little Miss Attitude!" Oliver said. Then he closed the door and ran to catch up with their classmates.

Hannah and Lola sighed and lay down on the sofa.

"What now?" Lola asked in an exhausted tone.

"Well," Hannah said. "Let's clean the kitchen, then we can watch a movie."

"Okay," Lola said, sitting up. "What about 'Pirates'?" Hannah sat up too.

"One or two?" She asked.

"You mean they've already got the second one on DVD!" Lola asked excitedly.

"Yep," Hannah said with a smile. Lola stood up and nodded enthusiastically.

"THAT ONE THAT ONE THAT ONE!" She said, jumping up and down. Hannah laughed and stood up too.

"Finally, things are back under control!" Hannah thought to herself and she and Lola made their way to the kitchen to finish cleaning up the macaroni disaster.

Okay, now that you've finished reading, what do you think? I really made an effort to make this chapter happen because I didn't think I'd be able to. I've only got one more chapter to go, and it's going to be an epilogue titled "Thank Goodness for the Happy Ending or something like that, so I'm done in terms of the song names. Hm…the song's I've used…recount time! I used Accidentally in Love, Dirty Little Secret, Oh Johnny, On an Evening in Roma, Behind These Hazel Eyes, A Thousand Macaronis, Unwritten, Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A Pirate's Life for Me, I Won't Say (I'm in Love), and Happy Ending. The song that's playing in this chapter is called "Sadie Hawkins Dance". It's pretty good to dance to. Remember that the owners of did not create the review button for their own entertainment. PLEASE USE IT! I love my reviewers as much as I love Orlando Bloom! So please review! For those who have stuck with me from the beginning, I really appreciate your patience! Okay, whatever, now go defeat Voldemort, drink tons of rum and have a three-way sword fight on a giant wheel, cross dress and join the Chinese army, discover a magical land through a wardrobe, swim across the entire ocean with a fish who can't even remember her own name or steal the Declaration of Independence! But most importantly, have a nice day! Man, I need a jar of dirt!