Hiya x I have quite a lot of stories on the go but I'm sure I'll be able to keep up-to-date with all of them.

This chapter is just a kind of intro and if ya'll like it I'll carry it on.

Plenty of romance coming up ahead folks!

Disclaimer: I own the CD but nothing else

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"Here you go," Lilly handed Miley a pair of dark sunglasses and a baseball cap.

"Come on you two we have Oliver to pick up as well you know." Robbie Ray yelled from the car.

"Don't rush me!" Miley yelled back making sure the blonde wig was securely over her long, curly hair.

"Maybe if you hadn't overslept…" Lilly began glancing at her watch.

"You said you were gonna ring me!"

"Maybe if I hadn't overslept…"

Miley picked up her bag, grabbed Lilly's arm and made her way to the awaiting limo in haste.

"Well hello sleeping beauty." Jackson greeted her as they all piled in the back of the limo.

"Shut up weasel-face."

"Cut it out you two we aren't even out of the country!" Robbie Ray glared at them both.

"Dad was giving you 'the look'" Jackson whispered to her as Lilly started to flick the automatic windows up and down annoyingly.

"No way, he was giving you 'the look'," she shot back, "I'm his baby girl remember," she gave a sweet, angelic smile.

"Your angel face doesn't work anymore Miles, you need a new act." Jackson told her.

"I'll have you know the angel face works fine, so will you be quiet for the rest of the journey, I have a Hannah checklist I need to do."

"Checklist." He snorted.

"It means she has to remember everything she's packed." Lilly offered.

"Thanks for the explanation blondie but don't you think it's a bit late for that?"

Miley broke out of her concentration with a frown," Stop interrupting me!"

He left her in peace for a few seconds but then purposefully nudged her as he stretched.

"JACKSON!"

"OW." Lilly rubbed her ear, "It's a little early in the morning to be yelling don't'cha think?"

'Erg I can't believe he's coming with us.' Miley complained inching closer to Lilly so her face was almost mashed against the limo window.

Jackson spread out his legs on the space Miley had just vacated and gave a contented sigh, 'Sorry Miles, you know I want to be there for my little sister and plus the Paris fashion show should be happening as soon as we get there and you know all those gorgeous models walking around…

'Your concern touches me.' She rolled her eyes.

'A little help here!' Lilly muttered, her face still plastered against the window.

'Oops.' Miley apologized, shuffling back over to her brother and purposefully giving him a nudge in the ribs.

'OW.' he yelped.

'What is going on back there?' Robby ray turned around from where he was sitting in front with the driver, putting his hand over the phone he had just been speaking into.

'Nothing but murder Mr. Stewart.' Lilly said unhelpfully grabbing the rolled up magazine out of Miley's hand before she could beat Jackson around the head with it.

'Sweet Niblets, you two cut it out or we'll be back in Malibu before you can say French toast and English muffins.' He turned back around and resumed his phone conversation.

'See Jackson you ruin everything.' Miley told him, knocking his legs out of the way to give her more room.

'I thought limos were supposed to be big? Where cramped like sardines in here.' Lilly said rolling down the dark, tinted window, 'I need air.'

A wild breeze almost knocked off Miley's wig and a folder full of documents flew around the limo releasing the papers everywhere.

'LILLY.' They all said.

'My bad.' She shrugged.

"Smokin Oken has arrived my good people," Oliver climbed into the back with them.

"What is that smell?" Lilly wrinkled her nose.

"My mom made me wash the dog before I left … she threatened me in her man voice." He shuddered.

"Great we have the smell of Jackson and wet dog in here" Miley clapped her knees in fake enthusiasm.

"Someone rolled out of the wrong side of bed this morning," Oliver observed.

"She almost didn't roll out at all." Jackson muttered under his breath.

Lilly clapped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from giggling.

"What are you laughing at?" Miley asked her as the limo set off again, this time to the airport.

"Err Oliver's haircut." She invented.

"Hey," he put a hand defensively to his head.

"Just kidding I love it!" Lilly quickly said and grabbed a piece of his dark hair.

"Are you holding Oliver's hair?" Miley asked.

"You're a little slow in the morning too aren't ya Miles?" Jackson moved his legs out of the way before they got pinched.

"But it's just so soft." Lilly pulled it to make a point.

"Hello, that is joined onto my scalp!" he tried to swat her away.

"I'm surprised it ain't making your head rattle seeing as there's nothing in it." Miley put a finger under her chin thoughtfully.

"Are you saying I'm an air head?" he accused managing to get his hair back and rubbing it lovingly.

"Oliver's slow in the morning as well." Jackson said.

"He's slow all of the time," Lilly told him but then patted him on the arm as he turned to glare at her.

"Never mind Oliver's air headedness, what's the time?" Miley grabbed Lilly's wrist and looked at her watch with a groan.

"I think it's a little fast." Lilly offered.

"Great, Princess Fiona is going to make us miss the plane!" Jackson said sarcastically.

"Keep talking boy…" Miley warned her accent thickening.

" Alright Miles, I've just had the security guard on the phone, there's swarms of press on the inside but if you just answer a few of the questions we can get onto the plane and out of California before you know it," her dad filled her in as they arrived with a stop.

"Do we have to get out with her?" Jackson asked, "After the whole Jacksannah incident I'd rather not be out there."

"Hey it was your fault to begin with." She pointed out.

"Enough already, how about Jackson sneaks in with the luggage and the rest of us make our way in through the front exit."

Miley nodded and prepared to leave,"Sounds like a plan."

"Did I mention I have sensitive skin? Any camera flashes and my face will go BOOM and get a rash." Oliver said, taking a gulp as he saw how many people were grouped outside the airport.

"Don't think your bailing on me." Miley looked at Lilly and Oliver sternly.

"Let's do this." Lily nodded confidently, checking her purple wig and giving the rest a thumbs up.

"Don't fall flat on your face Miles." Jackson told her supportively as the chauffeur started to open the door.

Miley grabbed Lilly's hand and pulled her out with her as they got deafened and blinded by the press.

-"Hannah, what European cities are you going to on your 5 week album promotion?"

-"How do you feel about your new CD reaching number one?"

-"Miss. Montana is it true you were caught leaving dance club 'shine' with Lindsey Lohan?"

-"How old are you now Hannah? Is it true your dad said you can't ever date until your 45?"

-"Are you single Hannah? Do you have a boyfriend?""

"Excuse us we have a plane to catch." Robbie Ray tried to part the crowd.

Miley was trying to answer questions but when you had a dozen microphones shoved in your face and people's faces only a few metres from your own, all yelling and spitting it was hard to focus.

Miley squeezed Lilly's hand to check if she was still there and half dragged her though the crowd, getting blinded by photographers. She'd also grabbed Oliver's hand and he was holding onto his cowboy hat going "Oh My God, Oh My God, I'm gonna die!" over and over.

After a while the group of press had been restrained by airport security and they all managed to fall through the doors, breathless and disoriented.

"This is the last time I go with you for any Hannah thing." Oliver clutched his side.

"It was like a mosh pit." Lilly commented, her wig in total disarray.

"We need to go to the bathroom to sort ourselves out." Miley said hurriedly with a quick scan around.

"Hold up darlin', where in the public eye here let's get to a private lounge." Robbie Ray led them over to the special VIP area and showed the person there some ID to get them in.

"My daughter just loves you, can I have your autograph?" the man asked excitedly opening the door for them.

"Sure, what's your daughter's name?"

"It's Ashley! She absolutely loves you. She's around the same age as you and goes to a local high school in Malibu." He babbled on checking his pockets for a pen.

"Ashley?" Miley said with an evil grin. It had to be, the man had the same face features! It was the same spoilt, snobby Ashley from her school. She tutted she'd told the whole school her dad owned multiple car companies.

"How about I write her a letter instead, you know, show my appreciation?"

"That would be great!" the man thanked her and handed her paper and a pen.

Let's just say Ashley had that coming to her. She grinned and handed him the fold up note and walked through the door with a wave.

"I didn't think it would be that bad out there." Robbie Ray told her, "You can cause quite a scene."

"Understatement of the year!" Oliver announced fanning himself frantically with place mats," It was a complete mob."

"Are we here on time? We are going to make the plane right? I so can't miss the Paris Fashion Show!" Lilly looked at them all pleadingly.

"Lilly, Paris isn't until a few weeks." She collapsed onto the couch next to her.

"But if we get held back where never gonna make it." She said logically.

"You sound exactly like Jack-"Miley paused,"Where is Jackson?"

"Sweet Niblets." Robbie Ray rushed out of the room.

"At least half the smell is gone." Miley shrugged but then glared at Oliver.

"I have had a traumatic experience leave me alone." He lay back with his eyes closed.

"And he calls me a drama queen." Lilly whispered.

Both girls giggled. To say the least their Europe trip was going to be quite interesting.

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What did ya'll think, worth writing? I'm going to have Jake make an appearance and maybe a small helping of Lackson.

I've wrote quite a bit of it so if ya'll like I can update pretty quickly

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Love you all! Mwah x