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Miley nudged Lilly awake. Lilly opened her eyes and saw Miley.

"What?" She said yawning. "It's like 3 am."

"I have to tell you something..." Miley whispered. "Jake asked me something earlier on the phone."

"What was it?" Lilly asked. She closed her eyes again.

"He asked me...how far I am willing to go..." Miley said. She started to play with the hem of her sweater, not knowing how to finish.

"You mean...like..." Lilly said, wide awake.

Miley swallowed and nodded. "Yeah."

Lilly shook her head. "Don't do it Miles."

Miley sighed. "I know I shouldn't but, I don't want Jake to think I'm a little 8th grade baby."

Lilly raised an eyebrow. "You are an 8th grade baby."

"Yeah, but he doesn't think so. I mean, I only kissed the guy once, so what more could he be expecting?" Miley said.

"Miles. It's Jake Ryan. Superstar Celebrity dude. He's not just a normal 8th grade guy. Anything he does could end up on the cover of every tabloid from here to Hong Kong."

"I know...I just needed to tell somebody that. Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything I may regret."

"Good." Lilly said. "I'm gonna go back to sleep now."

Miley put her head up against the frosty bus window. The gentle rocking made her drift off almost immediately.

"Hey. Guys! Wake up!" Oliver leaned over the seat and tapped Miley and Lilly on the head. "The window."

Lilly and Miley stretched, and peered out the window.

"Wow..." The two said softly in unison. "It's beautiful."

The bus came up around a huge snowbank. A small worn, wooden sign read Snowflake Lodge -- Since 1958. Just beyond the sign, a rustic looking old stone building came into view. Puffs of gray smoke rose out of the tall chimney, looking beautiful against the pink sunrise. Snow covered pine trees lined the path up to the lodge. Behind the lodge was a range of snowy mountains, and a ski lift. To the left stood a few wooden cabins, each with a small sign telling the name. A few small groups of skiiers and snowboarders were making their way over to the lifts.

"Alright, everybody up! We're here at last!" A groggy Mr. Corelli said. "Take your bags from these rows, and line up outside the bus. Men behind me, ladies behind Mrs. Davenport."

The kids scrambled to their luggage, each hopping off the bus, with an expression on their face like they had just stepped into a freezer.

"Geez, it's like below freezing..."

"Oh my God, it's so cold!"

"I want to be on the beach right now.."

After they all got over the fact of the coldness, the girls huddled up by Mrs. Davenport, Chloe's mother.

"People, your cabin assignments! Males in cabin four, girlies in cabin six. Get settled in, and we will all meet in the lodge, that big stone building over there. Okay, skidaddle. I'm freezing my-- butt off here." Mr. Corelli grabbed his donut box and a group of boys followed him to cabin four.

Lilly and Miley ran towards their cabin, being pushed to the side by Amber and Ashley.

"Move it, losers!"

Miley rolled her eyes and grabbed Lilly's arm. Together they ran across the path with the other 11 girls.

Someone pushed the door open. The room was absolutely gorgeous. The main room was covered in a bearskin rug, a fire already crackling in the fireplace. A few couches formed a semi-circle around the fire. A huge window covered almost one whole wall, overlooking the mountains and ski slopes. Off of the main room were three smaller rooms, two bunk rooms and one bathroom.

"Thank God there's indoor plumbing," Ashley mumbled.

"Girls, pick your bunks!" Mrs. Davenport shouted over their laughing and talking.

Lilly and Miley went into the first bunk room and picked a corner bunk.

"I call bottom!" Lilly said, throwing her bags onto the matress.

"Fine. Top's better!" Miley jumped up and put her bags up there.

There were three sets of bunks left, and Chloe and Mrs. Davenport claimed one, Sarah and Renae took another, and, to Lilly and Miley's dissapointment, Amber and Ashley took the last one.

"This place is so... old." Amber said, making a face at the creaky wooden floors.

"Well, it's not paradise, but it's nice enough," Mrs. Davenport said.