Chapter One: Back Home

I don't own TDI, TDA, Hannah Montana, or any of their characters.

I wish I owned them though. *Sigh*

Duncan's Point of View

"You know Duncan glaring can permanently damage your eyes," my best friend Morgan said.

Well her real name is Vanessa, but she prefers Morgan so I call her that, along with the entire world.

"I don't care, the sun is bright and school is over for the summer so stop the damn complaining," I shouted at her.

"Jeez I'm just saying relax. You've been mood for two weeks now what is your damage," Morgan asked.

"Nothing I just miss a certain someone," I said.

A certain someone named Courtney Addison. I haven't seen her in three years. She moved to LA with her parents when we were thirteen. Apparently "daddy" got a job he couldn't refuse.

"Duncan, it's been three years. Move on! There are more girls here who know you exist and want to go out with you," Morgan said coyly. She's been trying to hook me up for four months. Not happening!

"You know she moved on right. She probably doesn't even remember you. Courtney Addison is probably dating some movie actor or singer you know," Morgan said.

~Meanwhile in LA~

Courtney's Point of View

"Carmen where is my iced tea. Half a lemon remember," I shouted from my chaise lounge chair. Since I moved to LA three years ago things have changed with me. At least that's what my dad tells my mom. I don't find anything wrong with being famous. Every teenage male in America wants to date me, every teenage female wish's she were me, and I have a house in Beverly Hills. What could be better?

Sigh, I know what could be better, if one certain boy were here. Duncan, who was my best friend, couldn't come with me on this trip. I had to lie to him the day I left for LA. I told him we were coming for daddy but the real reason is my parents were coming for me.

I had caught the attention of a record producer and ended up signing with him. I told him I wanted to do it under an alias though so I could also remain myself on the outside.

So the name Anna Dalie became my alias, Anna, the blonde haired, blue eyed, pop star celebrity who is famous for singing meaningless pop songs about falling in love, break ups, and being popular. Of course I won many music awards and I'm on every teenager's bedroom wall in the world.

I wonder what Duncan actually thought of me. I may know everyone from Lady Gaga to Miley Cyrus, (whose career is headed down hill faster than anything I've ever seen) from Kid Rock to the Taylors. (Swift and Lautner)

I have pictures of me with my crush Jackson Rathbone at a 100 Monkeys concert and even one of us kissing. (My friends bet I couldn't even get close enough, but being Anna means a lot. Jackson was totally cool about the bet even.)

And my sweet sixteen was hotter than Miley's Disney Party any day. It's so much fun being a celebrity if you don't wonder what others think of you.

"Courtney," my father called snapping me out of my trance.

I walked into the house and standing next to my parents was my publicist Danna.

"Darling, I have wonderful news. You are hosting the Teen Music Award's. (I'm not sure if that award show even exists;) They need you in New York tomorrow," Danna said.

I screamed.

"Except she can't go," my father said.

"Why," I said coldly glaring at my father.

"Because we are going on a family vacation remember," my mother said.

"So reschedule, because this is my career we are talking about here," I said.

"I don't like your attitude Courtney," my father said.

"Mr. Addison, Anna will go to the awards and meet up at the end of the week for your vacation," Danna said.

"Her name is Courtney," my father said.

"And Courtney will be at your vacation home for the last week of vacation. Right of a private jet," Danna said.

"Fine, but we are escorting you without Danna. I want a private jet," my father said.

~Next day on the plane~

I walked out of the bathroom with my Anna wig and an outfit on. It was a sparkly sequined gold dress with silver high heeled Jimmy Choo's.

"Why are you getting all dressed up," My dad asked.

"Because I don't want to get off this jet in front of thousands of fans as Courtney," I said.

The plane landed and we got off to a familiar plane station, with no fans.

"Why are we Miami? This isn't close to New York," I asked.

"Because, this is punishment for getting into that shoe fit the other day," my mom said.

"Ugh. Back home. Where I don't want to be," I groaned stepping off the plane.