Why in Busch Gardens?

"If it wasn't for that stupid Tanga-kanga whatever ride, none of this would have ever happened," she said, obviously distressed…

A/N: Um, nothing really to say. Enjoy this chapter? Oh, and I'm already planning a Loliver prequel, so tune in for that if you don't like this fic. This chapter is Miley's POV again. Think that's all I will do for POVs.

Chapter 2 – Superman, Blondie the Flying Elephant, and the Devil Child

In the living room, Riley, Grace, and Carter were "watching" TV. Actually, Carter I'm sure was, but the girls weren't.

"Do you do that with Shawn?" Grace asked Riley.

"No, Gracie, I broke up with him two years ago."

"Well, did you before that?"

Riley rolled her blue-green eyes, "Two years ago was 5th grade."

"So?"

"We were a little young for that."

"But did you still kiss him?"

"No!"

"Why not?"

All of these questions were starting to bug Riley, "Because we didn't want to."

"Why?"

"I have no idea, Gracie," Riley told the inquiring girl.

"Oh," she was silent for a few moments, "Do you do that with Superman?"

"Superman? You mean Mike Storti?"

"Yeah, isn't that what they call him in basketball? Did you kiss him that Lilly and Ollie were?"

"Yeah, they call him Superman, Grace. But they also call me 'Blondie, the Flying Elephant'." Gracie giggled as Riley said that.

"And you couldn't figure out what it meant," more giggles, and even Carter, who was enthralled in the cartoon he was watching, also giggled.

Riley took a deep breath and sighed, "I figured it out eventually, thank you very much."

"You never answered my question," Grace said in a sing-song voice.

"I did kiss him, but not like the way my mom and dad were."

"Oh," silent contemplation again, "Does Rachel do that with Brian?"

"No, I don't think so, Gracie," Riley told her.

"What about Tabby with… um, who is she dating this week?"

"I don't even know, Gracie, you'd have to ask her.

"I'll do it later. Think she's kissed him yet?"

"Probably," the 13 year old said with a smile.

That sat silently for a while, watching whatever show Carter had playing.

"Riley?" Grace spoke up.

"You've been asking a lot of questions lately. It's like you're four all over again. Alyssa's five and doesn't ask as many questions as you do. You're eight Gracie," Riley snapped.

"I was just going to ask if I could sit next to you on the plane," Grace almost whispered.

Riley said with a sigh "Okay, sure. As long as you don't snore."

"Me snore? You'll be the one sleeping the whole time."

After a while, those two hours were up, and it really was a half hour before we had to leave for the airport.

"Tabitha Marie Stewart, you better get your thin little butt down here with your fully packed suitcase right this instant or we are leaving without you!" I called up to Tabby, who hadn't made an appearance out of her room since breakfast.

"Mommy! Lola bit me!" 6-year-old Ryan ran up to Lilly in tears.

"Lola don't bite your brother," Lilly shouted nonchalantly.

"What? I didn't!" Lola appeared in the kitchen from the family room.

Lilly looked at her son, "Ryan, did you lie to me?"

"Yes, I did," the boy answered sweetly.

"Well, don't." He nodded and skipped off into the living room.

A frantic Kristen asked me if Rachel was still in the car waiting, "Oh god no. She got hungry about an hour ago and came in. She's around here somewhere."

I was pretty sure we were ready to go, Tabby had actually come downstairs, and most of the bags were loaded in the cars. 'The only ones missing' I thought, 'are dad and Chloe.'

As if on cue my dad and step-mom walked through the door.

"Guess what? Papa's here!" Rhiannon shouted from the family room.

"Yeah, we know that Rhia," I shouted back, "Hey, dad, what took you so long, we were going to leave without you."

"Well, bud, there was this really huge spider and…"

"Okay dad, I'm sure." The both laughed.

"Everyone who's name start with an R get in the kitchen right now," Lilly shouted.

"Why R?" I asked her.

"Because R's are cool," she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Ryan, Rhia, Rachel, and Riley all scooted themselves into the kitchen.

"Everyone else please enter the kitchen at this moment," Lilly announced trying to sound professional.

"Now what are you trying to do, sound like a flight attendant?"

"Yes, we'll be hearing them all day, so we might as well start making fun of them early."

I quickly counted them to see if we were missing anyone. 19 heads, plus myself makes 20. Perfect.

"Has everyone used the bathroom?" I asked. I got a bunch of nods and yea's and yes', "Go, Oliver," I sighed and he ran off to the bathroom.

"Lilly, you can fit six kids in your car, right?" she nodded, "I can fit six too. Jackson, how many passengers can you fit in your car?"

"Uhh, 7. And not the devil child."

"Hey!" Tabby shouted.

I looked at her, "How did you automatically know that he was talking about you?"

"Well it is me, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"He was staring right at me," she said, "and still is."

"Jackson, cut that out. It's creepy."

By this time Oliver was back from the bathroom. "See, Oliver, I told you that you sounded like Jackson," Lilly told him.

Tabby twirled around to where they were standing, "You called me the devil child too?"

"Actually the spawn of Satan," Oliver said uneasily.

"Why?" she laughed, "Because I told you to fu-"

"Tabitha!" I warned.

"Sorry."

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