AN: Woah over 2300 words in this chapter, I'm shocked at my self! Anyways, I'm hoping to introduce some of the other Disney kids in the next chapter, but I haven't actually written it yet, so I don't know how long it'll be before I update. Hopefully I can write it tomorrow, I have all the ideas in my head it's just connecting them together in words, on paper. Hope you enjoy it, Read and Review please :) 3

Chapter 3

(Miley's POV)

After about a 3-hour wait, I was finally seated in my seat of the plane ready to take off. The rain had ceased in Toronto, and the sun was peaking its way through the clouds to light up the world. I thought back to my earlier idea of pathetic fallacy; it rained when I was sad and worried, and now that I was happy and excited, the sun was shining. I think I might start believing in it now.

~xoxox~

Well wasn't this exciting, 4 hours, 2 naps, and at least 60 songs later and we still weren't there yet. I mentally cursed myself, damn 6-hour flights. Just as I was settling in for another nap the flight attendants came by handing out lunch or dinner, I honestly have to clue. Damn time zones. Wow I must be tired 2 swear words in 1 minute, its going to be a long summer.

~xoxox~

Finally, Finally, Finally!! Everyone had gotten off the plane and had been waiting around for about 20 minutes to go through customs and I was finally next. The guy (I really don't know what they're called, security agent maybe?) called me forward and I stepped up towards the desk and handed him my passport and parental permission to fly alone. He examined it quickly.

"How long you gonna be here for?" he asked, sounding very bored.

"Uhm, about 2 months," I replied hesitantly.

"What are you in L.A. for?"

Well this was going to be interesting. "To record a CD…?" I said it almost as if it was a question. Bad move.

"To record a CD?"

"Yeah"

"Alright, where are you staying?"

Another difficult question. "Demi Torres' house".

"You sure about that?"

I suddenly remembered the letter Mitchell wrote for me confirming everything I said was true. I guess he knew custom agents were difficult. I pulled it out and silently handed it to him.

As he read the letter, grunting every so often, I heard shuffling coming from behind me. I quickly gave the people waiting behind me an apologetic glance, it wasn't my fault he was so slow.

Finally he put down the letter, stamped my passport, and handed everything back and walked through the gate to the luggage carousel. We had been waiting so long, it was already moving and I quickly spotted my 2 suitcases. I pulled them off and put them onto a cart, no way I could drag them both.

I slowly made my way towards to door into the arrivals section of the airport where Mitchell, Demi Lovato, and her mum were all be waiting for me. I instantly noticed the sweltering heat around me. What happened to air-conditioning, I thought as I pulled off my hoodie and stuffed it into my tote bag. I wheeled my cart to the side and pulled out a pair of yellow flip-flops from the front of one of my suitcases. I slipped off my black low-top converse, stuffing my socks inside them and putting them in the suitcase and stepping into my flip-flops. Much better, I thought to myself.

I was finally ready to meet my fate. I wheeled my cart forward toward to the automatic doors, as they swung open, revealing the hundreds of people waiting for friends and relatives to come off planes. I spotted Mitchell easily, he was the man next the girl everyone was staring at enviously. I made my way through the crowds towards them, receiving strange looks from surrounding people. As soon as Mitchell spotted me, he smiled big and walked over to me engulfing me in a hug.

"Hey baby girl, how you doing?"

"I'm good, Mitch, I'm good," I smiled effortlessly at him. As much as I didn't want to be in L.A. for the CD, it was good to see Mitchell, he was like a big brother to me, despite his age.

Diane Torres, Demi Torres' mum shook my hand next and then it was time to meet Demi. It's not so bad meeting the adults, but Demi was my age and I didn't really know how she'd react to having me around. She seemed pretty enthusiastic, though.

"Oh my gosh! Hi, I've been waiting so long to meet you!!" she practically squealed as she pulled me into a tight hug.

Well wasn't this awkward. "Uhm, hi Demi"

"We're gonna be great friends!"

I always heard she was the dark one of the group, I guess they were wrong, she seemed pretty bubbly to me.

(Demi's POV)

I think I startled Miley with my over-enthusiasm; I really should have stuck to normal Demi. It's just she looked so happy and girly and all when she came up to Mitchell that I thought damn, I'm nothing like her. I just wanted her to feel welcome, L.A.'s a bad place to have no friends.

After the greeting had subsided, Mitchell grabbed Miley's cart, much to her annoyance, and wheeled it towards the exit. The moment we left the security of the airport, paparazzi swarmed us. I took a quick look at Miley and all I could see was pure shock in her eyes. Mitchell sped up, clearing a path in front of us, followed swiftly by my mum. I grabbed Miley's elbow and steered her towards the car, keeping my head down the whole time.

We finally reached the car and Mitchell and my mum helped put Miley's suitcases in the trunk of the car. I opened the door to the back and practically pushed Miley inside. She was just standing there looking like a lost dog and the paparazzi were still swarming us and taking pictures. Those tabloids could be pretty mean and I didn't want her to be insulted by the media on her first day here.

"Sorry," I said to her, once the door was firmly shut.

"It's okay," she said, still looking startled.

There was silence as we pulled out of the parking space and onto the highway.

"Is it always like that?" she suddenly whispered.

"In public when something big is going on, yes. But there are also places where no paparazzi are allowed, and of course, we live in a community where no paparazzi can get in so it's okay when we're at home." I replied matter-of-factly.

She just looked at me and shook her head in understanding. "Don't worry, you get used to it, and anyways aren't you from a big city? Stuff like this must happen every so often."

"Not really, I do come from a big city, but it's no Toronto, Ottawa's about a quarter of the size of L.A., the only celebrities we get are government workers, prime ministers, presidents, emperors and the like. The few movies filmed there are kept so secret only the street knows about it. And when someone does come perform, there are no paparazzi there to take pictures, we just don't have them, it's not worth it."

I was shocked by how much she had said; she had been so quiet up 'till then. I wanted to keep this conversation going, "What's the craziest time?" I asked.

"Probably when Obama visited, and that was mostly just for security. So many streets were blocked off for possible routes from the airport to downtown and they weren't allowed to be unblocked until he had crossed the American border. The traffic was horrendous and he was only there for about 6 hours. Still, there were no paparazzi, as such, just news people." Miley replied much more confident in her words now.

"Oh, I see. Well this will be a bit of a shock for you then, especially since, sooner or later they will be following you too, not just me."

I watched her face go from content to scared. Oops, maybe I should've waited before I told her that.

(Miley's POV)

I was still processing Demi's words when the car passed through 2 pillars and turned down a quiet road. "Oh my," I thought to myself. The houses were like mansions, a lot with gates around them, and perfectly manicured lawns and gardens. So perfect it honestly looked as though no one lived in them. The car pulled up to a gate and Demi's mum stuck her hand out the window and entered a code on the pin pad. The gates opened and the car drove through to reveal a mansion. Now I know I said the other houses were mansions but those houses looked like huts compared to this. Okay maybe not huts, but it was definitely a huge house.

"Holy crap, she's rich," I thought to myself as the car continued up the long driveway to the house.

"Hmm, I wouldn't say rich, but yeah we have money," Demi giggled beside me.

Oh shit, did I just say that out loud? I looked sheepishly at Demi, she grinned beside me. Yup, I did.

~xoxox~

Demi showed me around the house and to my room and let me get settled in. At first I was going to just leave everything in the suitcase but then I decided I'd be staying here for at least 3 months, so I might as well unpack. It was about 5:30 as I ventured into the Living room to see Demi lying on the couch watching TV.

"Hey," she said to me, glancing up. "Cool shorts."

I had changed, sick of the airplane sweats, and it was a little hot here for them. I was now wearing checkered shorts and a plain dark blue t-shirt. I wouldn't call it cool, but I wasn't going to tell her that. "Hey," I replied.

"Mom's making dinner now, as soon as Madison gets home from her friend's house we'll eat."

"'Kay, what are we having?"

"Uhm, not sure, go ask mom," she answered, totally engrossed in whatever show it was she was watching on TV.

I ventured towards the kitchen, going down the wrong hallway and ending up in the dining. I walked through a door at the other end of the dining room and ended up in the kitchen.

Demi's mom looked up, startled by not only my presence in the kitchen, but also the means in which I got there, by the wrong door.

"Oh, hi sweetie," she said, once she regained her composure.

"Hi Mrs. Torres," I replied.

"Oh please, call me Diane, that or Mommy-D."

I felt a pang in my heart, and was overcome with loneliness. I couldn't say anything, I couldn't even move. I had been so long, why did this still stall me? Mrs. Torres - err, Diane - turned around and looked at me.

"Are you alright, Miley?" she questioned, with obvious concern in her voice.

"Oh, what? Uhm yeah, I'm fine," I said, trying to act like nothing had happened. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Oh no, no, you're our guest, I make dinner, no need for you to help. Take a seat there, dinner won't be long." She replied, taken aback by my question.

"Oh but Mrs. Torres," Demi's mom gave me a look, "I mean Diane, I'm going to be your guest for 3 months, I'm not much of a guest, as a live-in child. Please, let me help, I really don't mind, in fact I'll get bored if I don't"

Diane (as I now must call her) huffed, "Fine, you can set the table, the knives are in that drawer there, and-" the buzzer for the gate buzzed, "the plates are on the top shelf over there" she finished as she headed towards the intercom for the gate entry. If you didn't have the code, you buzzed the buzzer and whoever was around would ask who was there and if you were expected, or it was someone you knew, you let them through. Demi had explained this to me earlier, during the tour of the house.

Diane pushed the button to open the gates and headed towards the front door to let Madison in as I set the table for dinner.

~xoxox~

I was now lying in bed with my pajamas on and my laptop on the knees. Dinner had been wonderful, it was really delicious and Madison, Demi's younger half-sister and her step dad had been really accepting of me. We watched some TV all together afterwards before I headed off to bed. I had to go into the studio to meet everyone quite early tomorrow morning. Mitchell was picking me up at 7 and I was rather nervous and needed a good night's sleep. I had gotten ready for bed in the enormous bathroom I had all to myself and was now going to check my emails, because I undoubtedly had some from my ever so excited friends, and worried parents.

It was about 45 minutes before I had read, replied and composed all the necessary emails and I was now lying in bed, under the covers listening to music from my iPod. Tomorrow was going to be another long day, I thought, as I drifted off the sleep, Regina Spektor's 'The Call' playing as my lullaby.

AN: 'The Call' by Regina Spektor, from the second Narnia movie, is amazing!! I've become obsessed with it :P