Today was the day. The day day every kid waited for for 12 years. Graduation. The day that meant I was done with school... Which, you know, is a total trick, because then there's another four years of college, so it wasn't really the end of school. Usually I had tour during the Summers, or a movie like last year - Indianna Joanie - but this year Dad was letting me actually go on a vacation. Especially just after the big Hannah secret came out. It was going to be my first real Summer vacation in years. And I was going to Paris; what could be better than that?
I sighed as I fixed my graduation cap. Pretty soon I'd have to leave my room, get in the car with Dad, Lilly, Jackson and Mam'aw, drive to school and then... The ceremony, the fans, the pulling in every direction, the demands for pictures and autographs. I couldn't wait for it to be over, I'd been counting down to Paris ever since Dad said I was actually allowed to go.
"Mile!" Dad called, I'd been avoiding him all morning, Dad wasn't good at me reaching milestones. "Time to go." I just hoped he wouldn't bring out my first locke of hair on his keychain or the Captain Diaperhead photos. When he got reminiscent he tended to get embarassing too; I think it was something all parents got a handbook on when they had their first kid.
"Coming!" I yelled back, looking at myself in the mirror one last time before I left my barn-room that I shared with Lilly and went over to the main house. "How do I look?" I did a little twirl when I got into the main house.
"Like everyone else." Jackson scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Like my baby girl isn't a baby anymore." I think Dad was about three seconds from crying. I think the only reason he hadn't completely broken down was because he knew he'd never hear the end of it from Mam'aw.
"Pull it together, Robby Ray." Mam'aw scolded, "what are you gonna do when the girl's in Paris next week?"
"I'm having Lori confiscate his passport." I said matter-of-factly.
"Let's go, People." Jackson spoke up again, looking at his watch. "Sienna, my girlfriend-" which he felt the need to point out every time he mentioned her. "-finishes her photoshoot as a b-b-b-bikini model at five." Another thing he felt the need to point out; that Sienna was a b-b-b-b-bikini model. I really don't understand what she saw in him, but I guess to each their own.
"My Dad's meeting us there." Lilly piped up, grabbing her purse. Showtime.
How many graduations ended with security having to break up a fan fight after the ceremony was over because of cutting in line during photos? It started when Joanie's little sister wasn't happy with her first picture and tried to cut in front of Principal Fishers daughter. I have never seen two 10-year-olds be so violent before. And I didn't even get a picture with my family. My arms ached from being pulled in every direction, my face hurt from smiling so much, my head hurt from all the noise, my feet hurt from standing so much... I just hurt all over pretty much. But, at least I had Paris to look forward to. Hopefully I could get a little peace in Paris. Three days. Only three more days and I'd be on a plane to Paris for the whole Summer.
"I'm sorry, Mam'aw." I'd been trying to appologise the entire drive back home. Mam'aw was pissed that she didn't get a picture with her last grandbaby to graduate high school, nd that the fans that accosted me wouldn't even let her have cutsies. I just wanted this day to be over.
"Sorry doesn't fix a broken heart." Mam'aw cried dramatically and I rolled my eyes. I justed wanted to shower, put on some comfy sweats and crawl into bed until I had to leave for my flight.
"Mam'aw!" I called, but she just walked away.
"Just leave her be for a while, Mile." Dad shook his head with a sigh.
"Yeah." I muttered, tossing my graduation cap on the couch. "I'm gonna take a shower." I decided, heading through the house and out the back door so I could go to the barn. I was in the bathroom stripping down and waiting for the water to heat up when my phone buzzed that I had text nessage. Great. Now I'm guessing pictures from graduation made it online and this was the press or my publicist - Vita - or something like that.
Congrats; knew you weren't a dumb blonde :) I frowned in confussion, checking who sent it. Joe J.
Smarter than you :P I texted back with a smile. Of all the people I thought it might be, I never thought Joe. I mean, we hadn't talked to each other since we did that song together with his brothers three years ago. Three years ago when I was 15 and he was 18. Now I'm 18 and he'll be 22 in two months.
Cooler than you. Joe texted back and I laughed out loud.
Hotter than you. I replied, biting my lip, remembering Joe's flawless, olive skin, his intense hazel-brown eyes, his sweet smile.
No argument here ;) He agreed and I felt myself flush. Congrats, Sexy Grad.
Thanks :) I smiled, setting my phone down. The bathroom was starting to steam and I wanted to shower before the hot water ran out.
"You all packed?" Dad asked as I pulled my last suitecase into the main house. I had two suitecases, my purse and my carry on.
"Yep." I smiled, this time tomorrow I'd be in Paris. At a beautiful hotel with a view of the Eifel Tower, and a pool, and tons of cute little French cafe's. I couldn't wait.
"Got your passport?" Dad continued, this would be the first time in my life he was going to be in a completely different country to me.
"Yep." I repeated, I had my passport, boarding pass, plane ticket, everything I would need to get on the plane was in my purse and everything to entertain me on the the plane was in my carry on.
"Your epi-pen?" I rolled my eyes at this point; seriously, I knew pretty well by now to stay away from cinnamon.
"Dad, I have everything." I assured.
"Leave the girl alone, Robby Ray." Mam'aw ordered and I smiled, after our fight about our Miley/Mam'aw time always being interrupted we'd made up and she was going to see me off to the airport before she went back to Tennessee. "Now, listen, Miley." Mam'aw took me aside. "You got all your girl products? 'Cause you gotta stock up for the Summer; who knows what sort of crazy those Europeans do at that time of the month."
"Mam'aw." I flushed, squirming out of her grasp. "I'm going to be fine." I sighed, checking the time. Lilly had spent the last couple of days with her Dad and she was meeting us at the airport. "I have everything I need, I won't talk to strangers, I'll call home every other day. I swear I'll be fine."
"I'm gonna miss you, Bud." Dad worried, getting this sad far off look on his face. "First it's the Summer, then Stanford in the Fall, then you'll probably move half way across the planet. Away from me."
"Dad." I rolled my eyes. "I'll never move half way across the planet. It's just one Summer, then I'm gonna be just a couple of hours away."
"A couple of hours too far." Dad grumbled and I sighed.
"I'll come back every weekend, Dad, it's not a big deal." We'd already been over this, and he seemed fine before. I guess it was when he was faced with me actually leaving that he started protesting.
"Right, right." Dad nodded, trying to be strong.
"Come on, Daddy." I smiled, trying to at least get him to smile. "I mean, you'll still have Jackson here."
"Yeah, Dad." Jackson piped up brightly. "I'll be the good kid, I won't ever leave you." He grinned in a creepy way that made both me and Dad shudder.
"Can you take him with you?" Dad asked and I laughed.
"Sorry, Daddy, you're stuck with him."
"Alright!" Mam'aw clapped, checking the time. "Time to get this show on the road."
"Bonjour, Miley." Lilly squeeled excitedly when she saw me at the airport.
"French food." I sighed wistfully.
"French sights." Lilly added with a dopey smile.
"French boys." Dad cleared his throat at that and I blushed. "I-I mean French toys." I ammended weakly. "Like a miniature Eifel Tower."
"My girl has knees and like French toys." Dad shook his head with a sigh. "If only I could believe that"
"Love you, Daddy." I smiled sweetly.
"I love you too, Bud." Dad smiled sadly.
"We need to check in an hour before out flight." Lilly said and I nodded. I'd been acting cool about it all morning, but when I was faced with actually being in a different country to Dad... I remembered being 3 and scared of storms and running into Mom and Dad's room and demanding that Daddy protect me. I was a Daddy's girl and it was going to be hard to be so far away for long.
"I love you, Daddy." I flung myself into his arms. The last tim I'd get to hug him for three months.
"You'll be okay, Mile." And suddenly it was Dad assuring me and me trying not to cry. "You're good like that. I know I don't have to worry about you."
"'M gonna miss you, Daddy."
"I'm gonna miss you too, Bud." Dad sighed, kissing the top of my hair tenderly. "But, it's time for my catterpilla to be a butterfly." I stepped away and took a couple of breaths, willing myself not to cry.
"Bye, Mam'aw." I hugged my grandma tightly. "See you at Christmas."
"My last grandbaby." Mam'aw sighed sadly, cupping my face. "You take care of yourself, Miley, I want me some smart and talented great-grandbabies." I blushed at the thought. Mam'aw looked over to Jackson - who was standing in the middle of the airport picking at his bellybutton fluff. "It's on you, Baby Girl." She joked and I grinned.
"Love you, Mam'aw." I smiled, hugging her again.
"Later, Dork." Jackson grinned.
"See ya, Loser." I said before rolling my eyes and hugging my breath. I think he might have showered last month...
"I'll walk with you." Dad decided, a little choked up. "Call me as soon as you land, Mile." He commanded and I nodded. "No matter what time it is."
"Promise, Dad." Sweet niblets, I was, like, three seconds away from crying.
"Get outta here." Dad put on a tough face. "Before I change my mind about my little girl going so far away." I nodded and turned, handing my ticket and boarding pass to the person at the gate. Lilly was already waiting for me on the other side.
Sitting in the 1st Class waiting area - we were travelling in style - Lilly excused herself to call Oliver and I sat at the bar. Even though I couldn't atually drink, nursing a glass of coke still let me miss Dad and no-one would talk to me.
"Don't like flying?" A vioce asked, well I guess at least one person would talk to me. I looked up and barely held in a gasp.
"Flying's fine." I eventually answered when I got over the complete coincidence of this meeting.
"Didn't look like you were drinking for the Hell of it." He shrugged, lookin gup from his glass of amber liquid. "Oh." His eyes got comically wide when he recognised me. "'Sup, Milo?"
"Non-alcoholic." I rattled my glass with a smile and he nodded. "My first time international with my Dad." I sighed and shook my head. "Makes me sound like a baby, huh?"
"Nah." He denied with a grin. "Makes you a Daddy's girl though."
"What about you?" I asked, taking a sip of my coke. "Doesn't look like you're drinking just for the Hell of it." I mimicked him and he chuckled darkly.
"It'd take longer than my flight to Paris to explain it." He shook his head and looked at his drink for a second before he downed the half glass in one go.
"Well, I'm going to Paris too, so you could try." I offered with a weak smile and he looked up at me again. "Me and Lilly are going for vacation before college." I explained and he nodded.
"Wouldn't wanna monopolise your time then." He drank half his drink and sighed. "Catch you later, Milo." He nodded and raised his drink slightly before he got up and walked away. When did he get so broody and moody?
Hmm... Well, I guess this would be the starter chapter. Nothing reeally happens, it just establishes that they're going to Paris.
1) Who do you think the mysterious stranger is? I've been thinking about mixing up my usual pairings.
2) Would you rather tha plane land in Paris or crash? I still haven't decided yet.
3) What do any of you think is an appropriate number of reviews to wait for before I update?
I started writing this because Camp Rock: Year 1 just finished, and I've finished writing Queen Diaries. I don't think I'm going to start on Camp Rock: Year 2 for a week or so and then I'll start posting that in about 2 weeks, and I didn't have any inspiration for Eternity. I am trying to work on Eternity and the last 2 chapters of I Wanna Know You (the Miam one), but I don't want to force it and end up with something totally crappy.
So I started on this. The title is taken for Crash World by Hilary Duff. :D Gosh; who else remembers running home from school to watch Lizzie McGuire in 2003? I was only 10 then... How the ties have changed...
Please review any thoughts you might have. :)
Smiler For Joe!
P.S: Who's heard Look What They've Done To My Song? Even my Mom and older brother admitted it was a good cover and they both hate Miley.
P. S. S: Who's psyched for Radio City in 6 days? I'm just looking forward to hearing Joe sing again. I only need this year and next year of Joe singing Please Be Mine to have 10 years of Joe singing that one song so I hope he does sing it. :)