A/N: Here's chapter 4... hope you like it :)
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Miley blinked in amazement. She'd only seen Kayla a few times in her life, but this was definitely not the little girl with brown bouncy curls, glasses and that red dress she remembered. Her freckles had vanished and could it be! She had clearer skin than Hannah Montana!
By this time, Jackson's face mirrored his green shirt. Miley couldn't help but snicker. This was interrupted Robbie Ray and Kayla's reunion and brought Kayla's gaze over to her.
"Miley is that you!" "You look so different!" "You aren't that little girl I remember!" "And you are taller than I expected." "Gosh, from your Mom's letters, I thought you would be so much younger!" But then again, that was three years ago. How great that our Mom's kept in touch." "Great to you see you too" said Miley. Not one bit of emotion sadness passed over Kayla's happy face. Miley accepted her embrace
She was a bit shocked that this girl had bounced back so quickly. It'd been three years since her mom died and she still hadn't recovered. And her parents had just died the a few days before. And this girl had lost both her parents. Realizing how dumb she must look, Miley hugged Kayla backed. After a few moments of hugging and reuniting Robbie Ray suggested they get ready and leave.
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A few minutes later in the car
"So, you kids must be hungry!" "There is a McDonalds up here." "So you wanna go there?" Robbie Ray asked.
"Sure!" Kayla asked, almost too brightly. Making a sharp turn right turn, making all there heads jerk forward. Robbie Ray pulled into the McDonalds parking lot. He parked, and they went into the restaurant.
Robbie Ray, Miley, and Jackson ordered. Then turned to Kayla to let her know it was her turned to order.
"Hi, um, can I get a number eleven meal?"
"Sure what do ya want to drink with that?
"Um, what kind of pop do you ya have?"
"Excuse me?" the clerk asked, a confused look on her face.
"I asked what kinda pop ya'll have?"
"Huh?" A blank look came over the woman's face. Robbie Ray then steeped in.
"Sorry she's from Michigan. She means what kind of soda do you have."
"Oh! We have coke products."
"Um just a coke" Kayla said, her face redding by the millisecond.
As they sat down, Miley explained that in California they say soda, not pop. She had a feeling this would be a long and difficult time.
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As for all you people from Michigan...you know that they say pop instead of soda. :)