A/N: Hi guys! This is my first FanFic and I would love you to review and tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101; if I did, the series would continue. I only own Allison Parker and the plot.

Chapter 1 – Allison Arrives

Dean Rivers leaded a short girl with curly, red hair through the corridor. They stopped in front of the 101 room door and he knocked. Zoey opened the door.

"Oh, Dean Rivers" said she, looking surprised.

"Good morning, Brooks, I'm here to introduce Miss Parker to you and your roommates… But, as far as I can see, they are not here"

"We were going to picnic and I'm here to... Well, it doesn't really matter. Are we going to have a new roommate?"

"Yes, this is Miss Parker" he said pointing at the girl next to him. "I suppose you two will be good friends. Now, excuse me, I have to go. Coco Wexler is driving me mad". And he got off, closing the door behind him.

"It's you and me now. My name's ZoeyBrooks, and you are…?"

"Allison Parker" she said. "I've just arrived from England a couple of hours ago"

"And do you like the place?"

"Think so. At least you don't freeze here. Yeah, I think I'll like living here"

"Why did you come to California?" she asked as she packed some sandwiches in a basket.

"My sister, Stella, wants to be a star… Well, the name fits her perfectly"

"Sorry?"

"Stella means star in Italian"

"Oh, right, ha ha. So she went to Hollywood?"

"Exactly. She's attending to Hollywood Arts, a school for weird people who want to be famous by acting, singing, etc. And I came to the PCA because I'm not that type of people… So, we'll share room for a long time! With two girls, I heard"

"Yes, they are great, can't wait until I introduce them to you. They are all out in the picnic, you want to come?"

She nodded energetically.

"I love being outdoors, so let's go. And I'm dying to meet your friends"

Both girls went off to the corridor and started walking through the building. Zoey showed her all she had to know, like where the lockers were, how to buy food at the canteen, etc. They went downstairs and ran from the outside tables to the group of teenagers who were sitting on the grass while they ate and talked.

"Hi, guys"

"Hi"

"I'm sorry for being late, but I met a nice girl and I showed her the PCA. That's her" said Zoey, pointing at Allison.

"Hey, how are you? I'm Allison Parker, nice to meet you, guys"

"Fine! I'm James Garrett" said a tall, fair-haired guy. He smiled at Zoey and she blushed.

"My name's Lola, Lola Martínez" said a brunette girl who had a really good-looking boy lying on her lap. He was tan and robust.

"I'm Vince Blake" murmured the boy briefly.

"I don't want to be rude, but I really hate the long process in which everyone introduces themselves to me..." explained Allison.

"Oh, I think the same" agreed happily a handsome guy. He smiled to her and continued. "Let's make it be faster, I'm Logan Reese, he's Michael Barrett," he pointed a black boy with an enormous and gentile smile. "He's Chase Matthews" he signaled a tall boy with bushy, black hair and he waved. "And she's Quinn Pensky"

"Nice to meet you, Allison" said Quinn, a pale girl with dark hair and glasses. "Will you let me make a test with your hair? It's so curly…"

"If you want…"

"Great"

"You want to join us, Al?" asked James. She sat down between Chase and Logan and they offered her some fruit.

"Are you always that nice?"

"Do you have any doubts?" said Logan with a smile.

"I think the next months will be exciting. Hey, Lola, can you give me some chips?"

She looked at her with a hard sight and crossed her arms. Perhaps she would make things harder than Allison planned...

That night, Zoey, Quinn, Lola and Allison entered to the 101 room and found a problem.

"Where are you going to sleep, Ally?"

"Uh… Don't you have a mattress?"

"Nope."

Zoey sighed.

"I think the boys have an extra one" she said. "Anyone comes with me?"

"Me, obviously," said Allison. "I made the problem"

"No, Allisyn" said Lola sharply.

"It's Allison"

"You are the problem"

"Don't be like that…"

"Shut up Zoey"

Luckily, her cell phone rang and she answered. It was her beloved boyfriend, Vince.

"Hi, love" she said, more relaxed.

"Let's get out of here" whispered the ginger. Both she and Zoey walked through the corridors and out the building. They entered slowly to the boy's pavilion and went to the 302 bedroom.

"Guys, are you in there?" asked Zoey as Allison knocked on the door.

"No" answered James. Allison laughed.

"These boys are really amazing" she said. Logan and Chase heard and said: "Oh, now that you say that… Come in, come in"

The girls entered to the room and saw two bunk beds. All was in a chaotic state.

"Uh, sorry about the mess" apologized Chase.

"Mess?" asked Allison with laughter. "That's not a mess; it's really well-organized if you compare this with my last bedroom. Everything was lying everywhere and I hardly could find what I needed. It was hard to pack all that stuff and bring it from London to California, but it was a success!"

"I admire you" simply said Logan. "I think you are the very first girl I have ever met who doesn't care about organization and perfect rooms and all tidy…"

"You will be really surprised if you spend time with me" said Allison, proud of being different. "But we didn't come to talk about disorder and being gross, we simply came to ask you if you could give us a mattress"

"A mattress?" said Michael.

"Yeah, Allison doesn't have a place to sleep" explained Zoey.

James stood up and put an arm around Zoey's waist. She giggled and he whispered in her ear. Logan looked at Allison and she made a funny face. He started laughing and fell over the bed. Michael just opened a long box and extracted a flute from it and started playing.

"You play the flute? Wow!" exclaimed Allison. "You guys are amazing"

"He can not only play the flute, but also the guitar" said Chase.

"Really? Oh, I love guitars. And violins, I just think they are incredible, do you like them?"

"I do" said Logan when he stopped laughing. "When I lived with my father we always gave a violinist when we had dinner"

"You did?" said Allison surprised.

"Yes" said Chase sharply. "His father's Malcolm Reese"

"The TV producer?"

"Yep"

"But money didn't make you a horrible person. That's good! Or perhaps it's thanks these three fabulous guys that you still got your head fresh"

Now Michael was the one who started laughing.

"Yeah, fresh" said the guy as he let the flute fall.

"Don't hear him, Alli, he doesn't feel good"

"I do"

"You don't"

"Are they always like that?" asked Allison amused.

"Yeah"

"Perfect!"

"You aren't a normal girl, Allison" said Logan.

"I never said I was"

"That's strange. And good. There's always place for changes, don't you think so?"

"Probably"

Zoey and James returned to life and remembered the reason the girls came.

"You were asking for a mattress, weren't you?" said James.

"Yes, but I can't see any"

"Oh, now I remember, we had an extra mattress when James lived at the 308, but now we are four" said Chase.

"Oh… Well, thanks, anyway. It was fun, I think I'll come often and visit you, guys" Allison said as a goodbye. She and Zoey turned around and were opening the door when James exclaimed: "Now I remember, didn't we have a sleeping bag?"

Some minutes later, Zoey and Allison entered to the 101 and almost stepped over Allison's suitcase. It was all dark and they could hear snores. Lola was sleeping deeply in her bed, which was under Quinn's, who was writing on her computer.

"Hi, Quinn" whispered Zoey.

"Did you get the mattress?"

"No, but we got a sleeping bag"

"Very good, then"

Allison sat on her bed and Zoey stood by her side.

"What are you doing, Quinn?"

"Just finishing my experiment"

"The one which involves my curls?"

"Yes. I'm writing the steps, and now we can try it"

"I think we better leave it for tomorrow, we could wake Lola, and I don't want her to explode again for my fault"

Zoey went to her bed, Quinn turned off her computer and Allison laid her sleeping bag on the floor. They all lay down and Allison was almost falling asleep when she heard Lola whispering her name under her breath. She opened her eyes widely as Lola repeated it. There was a tiny light form outside that entered through the window and so she could se the brunette. She was asleep, she was surely dreaming with the picnic.

Why was Lola so bitter with her?

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