Miley tumbled across their living room in search of her straightener. She pushed off the magazines from the coffee table and squinted her eyes- it wasn't there. She groaned and raced through their apartment, searching high and low. Why hadn't she begun packing earlier? She had no idea. All her clothes were strewn across their bedroom and she didn't even have a suitcase yet. She heard the apartment door open and her feet carried her to her other half.

"Miss me?" he teased once she stumbled into his arms. She was taking frantic breaths of air in order to calm herself down.

"The cruise ship leaves in two hours and I haven't even finished my packing yet," she whined. She trudged back to her room and started rummaging through their closets for a decent sized suitcase. It was a week long trip on water and she needed to be prepared.

"I packed yesterday," Nick smiled proudly. Miley rolled her eyes and dragged out her black suitcase and set it on the bed. She grabbed a hand full of clothes and dumped them in. She nodded towards Nick to pick up the second pile of clothes on her dresser. Nick obliged and turned towards her dresser, picking up her stuff. He neatly laid them on the bed and started folding them into the suitcase.

"We don't have time to fold things," Miley groaned, picking up her clothes one by one and scattering them into her mess of a suitcase.

"Wow, I would love to see you in this," Nick smirked as he held up a small bikini. Miley gave him a sarcastic smile and snatched it out of his hands.

"I'm sure you would," she commented. She flipped back the suitcase and started zipping it up. Nick took the command to grab her toothbrush from the bathroom. He but it in a small tube and threw it towards her to pack.

"I think we should pack condoms," Nick smirked, grabbing a packet from the drawer beside their bed. Miley groaned and grabbed the packet, tossing them back into their rightful place.

"I need to pack," she added seriously. She whipped around and glanced around the room one more time, silently calculating if she forgot anything.

"That's why you should have a packing list," he commented on her behavior. She huffed and turned around, starting her second search for her precious straightener. "What are you looking for?" he shouted as he watched his girlfriend rampage through their apartment.

"My straightener!"

"Miley, we're going to be late," he groaned, checking the time again. He leaned back so that he was lying on the bed. He was always the one that would pack way earlier while she procrastinated everything.

"Don't blame me. Blame my dad, he taught me to procrastinate these things," she shouted as though she was reading his mind. She appeared back in the room with the metal object in her hand. "Speaking of my dad. This is the first time you're meeting him," she prodded along the conversation that they've been putting off for weeks.

"Its going to be fine," he soothed the brunette. He beckoned her closer until she was a couple of inches away from him. He brought his hands to her shoulder and drew her closer gently.

"I'm just warning you. My dad and Jackson can be a little....intense," she chose her words carefully. Nick chuckled and nuzzled in his face to her stomach. "Nick," she whined.

"It will be fine. We're going on vacation with your family. What's the worst that can happen?" he asked lightly.

"If you think this," Miley pointed at herself and continued, "is crazy. Then you haven't seen nothing yet." Her Tennessee accent was clear and Nick grinned as her nose began scrunching up.

"What?" he laughed. She sighed.

"I don't think you understand the seriousness of this situation. You're spending seven days-," she was breathing rapidly by now and Nick decided to cut her off.

"With your family," he finished for her. He was amused by her whole entire reaction to the situation. "Miley, you dealt with my family for a week. The least I could do is meet your family too," he grinned boyishly.

"And Lily and Oliver," she added randomly. Nick looked at her in confusion. "You'll be meeting Lily and Oliver too," she explained.

"They're your best friends, Mi. I would love to meet them," he chuckled. She scoffed as he turned around to grab her suitcase. It was time for them to start leaving. He dragged her luggage off the bed and grabbed his duffel bag from the closet.

"Yes, but they are my mushy gushy best friends," she explained.

"Miley, we're mushy gushy," Nick threw his head back in laughter. She crossed her arms and glared at him. He ignored her and walked towards the bedroom door.

"I'm warning you though. These people aren't normal," Miley talked as he took the bags out of the room. Nick gave her an eye roll and grabbed the keys. They exited the apartment together and she turned around to lock it.

"Miley, I've dealt with you for two years now. I think I can handle crazy," he joked. They walked towards the elevator and Miley slapped him in on the arm. "Oww," he complained, giving her a glare. She stuck her tongue out and pushed the button to go down to the parking garage.

"I'm telling you...they aren't normal crazy. I'm normal crazy. My family and Lily and Oliver are beyond normal crazy."

"Okay, I got," Nick retorted. Miley gave him a look and he proceeded to say, "Everything will be fine." He wrapped his free arm around her and tugged her to his side. She melted into his body and the two quietly waited until the elevator singed open to the parking garage.

Nick beeped the car open and stuffed their bags into their trunk before hopping into the driver's seat. Miley was already buckled up and the two back out of the parking space and exited the garage.

"So, Lily and I will be in one room," Miley explained. Nick nodded for her to continue. "I booked a room with you and Oliver and then another with my dad and Jackson."

"Why can't I just stay with you," Nick playfully asked. Miley giggled and looked him, shaking her head.

"If you don't want to room with Oliver, you can always go with Jackson," Miley added in innocently. "You would love that," she finished sarcastically.

"Fine, Oliver it is," Nick replied quickly. He had stories about Jackson. And if Miley was a frustration to live with, Jackson would be ten times worse. Miley laughed maniacally at his reaction.

"See, I knew you'd be fine with it," she smiled at him. Nick gave her a cheesy smile and hopped the car onto the freeway.

"So, tell me about your dad," he ventured. All Nick really new in detail was that Robby Ray was a musician and that he quit once he had to raise Miley and Jackson all alone.

"He used to be big in the underground scene until he quit. People still know him and stuff but he just had a lot on his plate- you know raising Jackson and me."

"What's Jackson's story?" Nick proceeded to the right exit, reaching the ocean shore. He drove alongside the street and tuned back into the conversation.

"He does a bit of everything," she answered, not getting into anything specific. Nick nodded.

"Lily and Oliver?" he asked to clear up the silence as they were searching for the place they were supposed to be at.

"They've been together ever since I could remember. It was this huge thing when the first started going out. Everyone was super surprised," Miley leaned to the window to get a good luck at the building numbers. Her eyes caught a big white ship docked at a harbor with the detailed word "Fantasy Cruises".

"Is that it," Nick asked as he saw her eyes light up. She nodded with excitement and he began to turn the car into the parking lot. They parked and got out. Nick's eyes wandered around and he caught sight of four people- a blonde girl, two younger guys, and a guy who looked to be the age of Miley's dad. They were all laughing. And they were all full of life. "Is that them?" Nick wondered out loud. Miley tossed her head in his direction and grinned.

"Yup. That's them." Nick watched as she darted across the parking lot and into her father's arms. The rest of them laughed and engulfed her into a bear hug. He smiled to himself. This was going to be a fun week.

A/N So, remember how I've been complaining non stop that I couldn't think of a plot for the sequel so I won't be doing it.....guess...what....in the middle of chem class I got a brilliant idea and then the plot came right along. I should probably pay more attention in chem......huh...but anyways. It will be set up like The Dollhouse was, but COMPLETELY different plot. With twists and turns and just fun stuff all around. And like the Dollhouse, I tried to incorporate a cool theme to it (= So, hopefully you get it. This story is funny...well at least I hope it will be, haha. I promise Miley is not secretly married or anything crazy like that. But I hope you guys like it. (= (= (= (= Haha, I'm excited because this was so unexpected.