"So, do you have any idea where we are going." I asked Miley

Were we currently in the middle of no where. We had been driving for about an hour and a half now and she had managed to get us lost already.

"Yes I do." She told me with confidence

I snorted, "Yeah right."

"Hey, at least I have some sense of where we are. Um…," She looked around for a moment, "We are going north." She told me finally

"I could have told you that, it says it right there," I pointed to the dash board where a large letter N glowed bright green.

She rolled her eyes, "You think you're so smart, you tell me where we are."

"Alright then." I reached down next to me and pulled my big hug book of maps of every state in the U.S out from where I had hidden it.

"Hey no fair," She protested, "We are on a road trip that means no resources or anything. Remember. It is supposed to be a spontaneous thing."

I ignored her and started flipping through the book to find California. If we even were still in California.

She reached over and grabbed it out of my hands making the car swerve dangerously towards the edge of the road.

"HEY." I yelled

She straightened the car back out smoothly and just smiled at me.

"You could have killed us." I said my heart still racing

"But I didn't" she replied back

"Miss smarty pants." I mumbled under my breath

"What."

"Nothing, now give me my map back. Now!"

She unrolled her window a couple inches and shoved the book out of it so that it was balancing between life and death. I gasped.

"NO," I yelled, "Miley come on, I got that for my birthday from my mom."

Yeah that was a complete lie. It was my mom's atlas that she had gotten for her birthday. I just asked her if I could borrow it for our trip and she agreed but only if I did not lose or damage it.

"You promise you won't use it?" She asked

I hesitated, "Fine I promise."

She handed it over and rolled the window back up. We sat in silence for a couple seconds. I stewed in anger for those few seconds but I could not stay mad even if my mom would have killed me.

Miley burst out laughing, "Oh my god you were so scared that was hilarious."

"No it wasn't." I tried defending myself. Being scared and making a fool out of myself in front of Miley was not something I wanted on my record.

"Oh that was a Kodak moment I wi- oh crap."

"What?! What did you do?" I asked her becoming nervous again, "Did you forget the money or…oh no...worse…the cheese doodles." I half joked on that last one but for once in my life I failed to make her laugh.

"We forgot a camera." She replied looking devastated

"Well according to you we are currently rich so we can just stop at a Best Buy quickly and get a new one." I told her

Me and my big mouth, we stopped alright but I just should erase the word quickly out of my last sentence. She had to try every camera and ask every question under the sun to the guy that was working there. The dude looked like he wanted to strangle her and I did not blame him. I ended up reading every magazine that they carried, even the house decorating ones. That was how bored I was. They weren't that bad but I felt like my mom. The good news is I found new games for my DS, I got Tetris and Sudoku. I would have gotten, like, Yoshi or something but I can beat them in no time and we were going to be out on the road for two months and I needed something to do.

"Ready to go?" She asked me as she walked up to me with about 10 different items in her hands, "Were there any magazines you wanted to get?"

"No I just have these." I handed her my games and she headed to the check out counter.

"Dude your girlfriend is crazy."

I turned to see who was talking to me and found the guy who had helped her.

"Oh she is no-" I stopped my self. Your girlfriend. Had a nice ring to it. To bad it was never going to happen….ever…in my whole entire life, "Yeah she definitely is." I told him

I got out my wallet and fished a couple twenties out from it and handed it to the guy, "Thanks man," He said

I nodded at him as he went of running.

I turned back to see Miley waving at me from the door. I scooted along ready to get back on the road, I was beat.

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"Um…so did you get a good camera?" I asked her

We were deep in bumper to bumper traffic and had talked about every subject under the sun. I had tried to avoid the subject of our trip to Best Buy.

"Yeah," She said a little too excited, "That guy was really helpful and super nice….oooo and super, super cute. Look..." She held her hand out in front of me, "He gave me his number. I think I'll give him a call later."

I felt my blood start to boil. Noone and I mean noone from any no name random town is going to even talk to my Miley.

My Miley

I shook my head. What was I doing...Miley was not mine. Although I would absolutely love for that to happen I knew that it was only in my dreams. I looked over to see her programming his number into her phone. I wrinkled my nose in disgust and pulled out my DS. I opened my new game and started it up and slide down in my seat, putting my feet up on the dash board.

"Oooo, what'cha playing," She asked leaning over and peering at the screen.

"Ummmm, my new game." I told her

"Can I play?" She asked

"Yeah maybe later."

She nodded her head, "Alright,"

I gave her a shy smile and turned my head back to my game.

"Hey," I asked, "Have you thought about where we are going to stay tonight?"

"Yeah actually I was thinking about just getting off and exit around a time we are ready to crash and just find a Holiday Inn or something like that."

"Sounds like a plan."

She flipped on the radio and we sat and just enjoyed each others company while we were in the traffic. Once we had finally gotten to the source we were appalled. It was a flipped eighteen wheeler that had been filled with oil had caught fire upon impact with another car and skidded to the side of the road taking out three other cars with it. We gapped at it as we drove by and change the station we were listening to to the news so that we could get information on it. The crash had killed five people and landed three others in the hospital. Nobody had gotten out unhurt. They weren't releasing the names of any of the passengers so we were lost in thought for a while over if it was anyone that we knew.

After driving for another hour straight we decided to get off the highway and look for something to eat.

"Oooo, lets go to Denny's!" Miley said

"NO," I said sternly

"Jeeze...what crawled up your ass and died?" She looked offended

"Sorry, I've just had bad experiences there. Why not just do MacDonald's tonight."

She sighed, "Fine MacDonald's it is."

We pulled up into the drive thru and ordered our food. A lot of it I might add. We must have had enough food for an army and all of their family. She handed the cartons to me and I stacked them up in the back seat.

"Seventy six fifty." The cashier said

My eyes probably jumped out of my head. Seventy six dollars and fifty cents! That was nuts. My parents never spent that much on a fancy dinner let alone a fast food place. Miley just handed over some cash like she spent that much money on food every day. Oh wait…she did. What was I thinking.

"Alright," Miley said after we finally left the drive thru, "Let's find a hotel and chow down."

I laughed; I could not imagine her "chowing down." She was so graceful and tiny that "chowing down" was not a word that fit her.

We pulled into the nearest hotel with a vacancy sign, which just happen to be a Holiday Inn, and unloaded the bags we were going to need for the night. We then shoved all of food into various pockets of our bags so that we would not have to make twenty million trips. I locked the car and made sure we hadn't left anything that we thought we would need in the middle of the night down here or that would suck.

The guy at the desk did not like the look of us. Just the way his eyes burned into my room made me want to run and hide. I put all of our luggage in the corner of the lobby so that it would not be in the way while Miley started talking to the man. I read the poster on the wall that advertised a free breakfast in the morning. I was so hungry at that moment that I would have gone for some breakfast foods right then. I could not wait to dive into the MacDonald's.

"EXUSE ME," I heard Miley say very, very, loudly, "I AM A PAYING CUSTOMER, GOT A PROBLEM."

The man looked extremely alarmed.

"Uh, hi," I said walking up, "Does there seem to be a problem?"

Miley turned to me, "YES there is a problem. This man told me that we were not aloud to stay here with out our parents consent. Well, I GOT NEWS FOR YOU BUDDY."

I smiled at the man as I put my hand over her now raised fist, "Miley, hon. I think we need to find out this man's real problem."

She grimaced at me and I looked at the man giving him his cue to start talking. He did not take it, "What is the problem?" I asked him through gritted teeth.

"Well…I was telling the young lady that we do not accept a parent's credit card." He told me

"But it not my parents, it's mine." Miley retorted

"I am supposed to assume that you are Hannah Montana." He asked

Miley seemed to finally realize what she had done. She started laughing

"Oh that card…that is a good one, my cousin must of stuck it in there," She started before stopping for a brief but very fake laughing spell, "She is a Hannah wanna be. She loves to pretend she has Hannah's credit card and go buy extremely expensive things."

She smiled and pulled out her wallet, "Here is mine." She handed over another card and he smiled at her but I could tell that he thought we were crazy.

The entire time he was ringing us up and finding us a room I felt extremely embarrassed. The man seemed to be taking his own sweet time just to make us wait in the awkward silence. He finally looked up and handed us a room key.

"You're in room 345. Have a nice stay." He said as he smiled his vicious

We thanked and walked back to our bags.

"That was close." I whispered into her ear.

"You're telling me."

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A/N- How'd ya like it, how'd ya like it. I spent so long on it, so make sure you review so that I have lots and lots of motivation to write the next chapter.