Early Friday morning, Room 210
Miley's cell phone beeped from under her pillow and she peeked at the screen before answering it.
"Daddy, it's way early here."
"Miles, it's me."
"Jackson?" Miley sat up and reached to turn on a light. "What are you doing with Daddy's phone? I thought he was on tour."
"Dad's phone is way better! Unlimited minutes and no roaming."
"Still doesn't explain why you have his phone or why I shouldn't hang up on you and go back to sleep."
"You need to come home, Miles. Dad had an accident on tour."
Miley closed her eyes, images of her mom's funeral filling her mind. When she spoke, her voice was small and scared. "Jackson? Is he de-"
"No! Miles, he's fine! Just fell and hurt his back!"
"Thank the Lord." Miley breathed a sigh of relief. "Jackson Rod Stewart, I am gonna tan your hide for scaring me like that!"
"Whoa, Miley. Are you just glad that we're all okay? One big happy healthy family?"
"Tan it darker than a chicken wearing BBQ sauce." Miley growled, searching under her bed for shoes.
"I feel the love, Miles, really."
"He's really okay?" Miley asked, suddenly teary-eyed. "Not like mom?"
"Not like Mom." Jackson reassured. "He's good enough to be making jokes about his achy breaky back."
Miley giggled a little and sniffed. "I don't know when I can get a flight out."
"Don't worry. You're going to take the Annah-Hay Ontana-May Et-Jay."
"Oron-May." Miley muttered and headed to the closet. "Alright, I'll see you in a few hours. Bye, Jackson."
After she packed a lot of stuff in several suitcases, Miley left a note for Turtle and then headed for the door.
[ooc: See note in Blair's journal]
"Daddy, it's way early here."
"Miles, it's me."
"Jackson?" Miley sat up and reached to turn on a light. "What are you doing with Daddy's phone? I thought he was on tour."
"Dad's phone is way better! Unlimited minutes and no roaming."
"Still doesn't explain why you have his phone or why I shouldn't hang up on you and go back to sleep."
"You need to come home, Miles. Dad had an accident on tour."
Miley closed her eyes, images of her mom's funeral filling her mind. When she spoke, her voice was small and scared. "Jackson? Is he de-"
"No! Miles, he's fine! Just fell and hurt his back!"
"Thank the Lord." Miley breathed a sigh of relief. "Jackson Rod Stewart, I am gonna tan your hide for scaring me like that!"
"Whoa, Miley. Are you just glad that we're all okay? One big happy healthy family?"
"Tan it darker than a chicken wearing BBQ sauce." Miley growled, searching under her bed for shoes.
"I feel the love, Miles, really."
"He's really okay?" Miley asked, suddenly teary-eyed. "Not like mom?"
"Not like Mom." Jackson reassured. "He's good enough to be making jokes about his achy breaky back."
Miley giggled a little and sniffed. "I don't know when I can get a flight out."
"Don't worry. You're going to take the Annah-Hay Ontana-May Et-Jay."
"Oron-May." Miley muttered and headed to the closet. "Alright, I'll see you in a few hours. Bye, Jackson."
After she packed a lot of stuff in several suitcases, Miley left a note for Turtle and then headed for the door.
[ooc: See note in Blair's journal]