A/N: I'd like to thank everyone who's reviewed so far… you all make my day. I think anyone likes reading this should thank them, too, because if they didn't review, I wouldn't be updating this. So, let's all give the reviewers a BIG ROUND OF APPLAUSE ::pauses for applause:: Now, here's the story.

Disclaimer: Still not owning Hannah Montana or Mitchel Musso. One day, he'll realize he's right for me.

Previously:

"Hannah! It's so good to see you," Lisa the photographer said, striding into the room. "And Mr. Montana, look at you."

"This is gonna be a long day," Mr. Stewart sighed.

Chapter Three

Miley, dressed as Hannah Montana, was getting a fair few strange looks as she walked through the airport with Lola Luftnagle and a new friend with blonde hair.

"Alright, here's your passports," Mr. Stewart said, handing them each a small booklet. "Uncle Earl's going to meet you down there and drive you to your hotel."

"The Uncle Earl?" Lily asked, exchanging a glance with Oliver.

"Just kiddin' you guys. Aunt Dolly's going to bring you to the hotel and then you're all on your own. Here's my cell phone number, just in case," Mr. Stewart said, laughing at Oliver's nervous face as he handed each child a slip of paper.

"Bye, Daddy. I'll see you in a week," Miley said, hugging her dad.

"Bye, Mr. Stewart," Lily and Oliver said in unison.

"Bye, kids, now go get on that plane before it leaves you like a jackrabbit in the supermarket," Mr. Stewart.

"Thanks, Mr. Stewart," Lily said before rushing away.

"Have fun, Hannah. You two, too, Lola and Brian," Mr. Stewart called after them. Miley turned, winked and blew him a kiss.

----------------------------------------------------

"Who you talking to, Oliver?" Lily asked as the plane took off. Their first-class seats were a half-foot apart, large and comfortable, and reclined completely without hitting anyone.

"Becca Weller," Oliver said as he typed another instant message.

"Oh, cool," Lily said.

"Yeah, I'm thinking of asking her out."

"Awesome," Lily said, looking away for a subject change. Only about twelve more hours of listening to Oliver talk to his new girlfriend.

"Yeah. I'm so in love. She's awesome."

"Cool," Lily said, opening her own laptop. She immediately signed on and saw that Jake was on.

ZombieSlayer1: Hey, Lily. Is Miley at your place? I can't seem to reach her anywhere. Nobody's picking up their phones.
Sk8rGrl: Nope—not here. Sorry, Jake. What's up?
ZombieSlayer1: Not much. We're starting filming soon, though. I was going to talk to Miley, though.
Sk8rGrl: Hold on, Miley just came over. Wanna talk to her?
ZombieSlayer1: Sure! That'd be great, Lily.
Sk8rGrl: Okay, here she is.

"Miley? The Zombie Slayer would like a word."

"With me? Awesome!" Miley giggled, taking Lily's laptop.

Sk8rGrl: Jake! Hi. It's Miley.
ZombieSlayer1: Hey, Miles.
Sk8rGrl: What's up?
ZombieSlayer1: Not much. I was about to call Hannah Montana. You know, Miley. I know this sounds crazy. I love you more than anyone. You know that, right?
Sk8rGrl: Yeah…?
ZombieSlayer1: Well… I've never felt anything like what I feel when I'm with you. Except… when I'm with Hannah.
Sk8rGrl: So, are you dumping me for a national pop star?
ZombieSlayer1: No, Miles. That's not it. It's just… I wanted to tell you that even though she's coming down, you're still the only girl I'd ever want to be with. I love Hannah. She's girlfriend material. I love you more though, and I'd never imagine being with anyone except you.
Sk8rGrl: Alright. Well, now that's settled, are you talking to Oliver?
ZombieSlayer1: Yeah. I have to go, though. I'll send you our conversation.
Conversation between ZombieSlayer1 and SmokinOken has been sent to Sk8rGrl.
ZombieSlayer1 has signed off.

ZombieSlayer1: Hey, Oken. How's Malibu.
SmokinOken: I wouldn't know.
ZombieSlayer1: What do you mean?
SmokinOken: I got… sent to Jersey with my aunt.
ZombieSlayer1: Oh. How's Lily?
SmokinOken: She's pretty good, I think.
ZombieSlayer1: Who do you like, Oken?
SmokinOken: Well, I think Becca Weller's pretty hot.
ZombieSlayer1: Who do you like though? Not Becca?
SmokinOken: I kinda think Lily's nice. Don't tell her though. We're best friends.
ZombieSlayer1: I wouldn't.
SmokinOken: Thanks, Jake.
ZombieSlayer1: No problem. Well, I've got to go do some filming. TTYL, Oken.
SmokinOken: Peace.
Conversation between ZombieSlayer1 and SmokinOken has ended.
ZombieSlayer1: I love you, Miley.

"Lola, he loves me!" Miley squealed.

"Uh, little girl? Some people are busy trying to sleep," a mother said, gesturing at her daughter. Her daughter, about eleven years old, stirred and woke up. "Nice job. Try to be quiet next time," The woman said rudely.

"Hannah Montana? Is that really you?"

"No, sweetie, it's just a girl that looks like Hannah Montana. You're so tired, you think it is. Go to sleep, sweetie," The mother said, smiling happily at her daughter.

"Actually, Miss, I am Hannah Montana. This is Lola Luftnagle and Brian… Harrison."

"Oh my goodness, Hannah Montana! Could I have your autograph?"

"Sure. What's your name?

"I'm Aiden."

"Alright, Aiden."

"Hannah, could I take a picture with you?"

"As soon as the plane lands. I promise."

"With Brian and Lola, too?"

"Sure," Miley said, handing Aiden a signed picture.

"Oh, gee. Aiden—I can't wait for this plane to land! Have a nice time in Romania! Love, Hannah Montana. Thank you soo much, Hannah," Aiden said, grinning bemusedly.

"Any time, Aiden."

----------------------------------------------------

"Please fasten your seatbelts, we will be landing shortly," The pilot said in a nasally voice.

"Thank goodness," Miley said. "I can't wait to get off this thing."

As the plane landed, the pilot announced that people were allowed to get out of their seats. Miley, Oliver and Lily immediately grabbed their bags and walked over to Aiden. "Do you want to take a picture?"

"Yeah! Mom, could you take it?"

"Sure, sweetie," The woman said, now smiling at Miley and her friends. The four arranged themselves so that Aiden was standing between the three celebrities, and her mother took the picture. Then, Lily and Brian left so that Aiden could take a picture alone with Hannah.

"Hannah, could I talk to you for a bit?"

"Sure. What's up?" Miley asked as the two made their way out of the plane. Aiden's mother nodded, affirming the fact that Aiden could talk to Hannah.

"Well, there's this guy that likes me. And he's really popular, but he's kind of stuck up, and I don't know if he's the best person to go out with."

"Alright, Aiden, I'll let you in on a secret that I'm dating this guy named… Oliver," Miley said, saying the first name that came to her head.

"Okay."

"And he's a really great guy, but at first, he was really stuck up, too. But the secret is that he was IMing his friend one day, and he messed up our instant message bubbles, and accidentally told me that he liked me because I was cute and down-to-earth. And I knew that he was a great guy then. So I think you should give this guy a chance."

"Thanks, Hannah," Aiden said as her mother hurried her away. "Bye!"

"Wait, here," Miley said, handing Aiden a piece of paper. "It's my phone number. Let me know how everything goes."

"Gee, thanks," Aiden grinned.

"You're a great person, Miles," Lola said.

"Miss Montana, over here," a voice called.

"Aunt Dolly!" Miley shouted, running out to greet her aunt.

"I got your luggage, you three. Oh, wait… hold on, Miles, I have a surprise for you," Aunt Dolly smiled, winking.

"Hey, Hannah," Jake Ryan said, walking over from where he was seated at a bench. "Or, should I say Miley."

"How'd you know?" Miley said weakly.

"Not many people live in the same town as Hannah Montana, and have the same first three cell phone digits, and go on vacation with their best friend when their best friend said you had gone over to her house. Miles, you look just like her."

"Oh. Alright, that makes things less awkward," Miley said.

"I'm glad you think so. And I'm glad you're not mad. But now, Miley, I have a question for you."

A/N: Sorry, I'm mean. Who wants to know what the question is? I'll give you a hint. It's not:

A: "Will you go out with me?" since they're already dating.
B: "Will you go out with me as Hannah Montana?" because that question wouldn't work in my storyline.
C: "Do you want to sleep with me?" because that's not appropriate and neither Jake nor Miley would (in my story) sleep with each other, or ask that in the middle of an airport.
D: "Do you mind that I wear cologne that smells like raspberries?" because… Jake wears AXE. I can tell. And he wouldn't torture Miley like that.

BUT, if you want to know what the question is, I request SEVEN reviews. I allow anonymous reviews, too, so you can review from eight different computers, and I'll never know.