I've had this story in my mind since I saw How to Rock a Singing Telegram. This is basically how I would have ended the episode.
Warning: Lot's of Zevie fluff!
Stevie's POV
I was at this stupid dace with Andy Bartlett. The absolute opposite of who I wanted to come with. Now you may think I wanted to come with Brad, but that was just acting. I didn't want the guy I like to know I like him. Who do I like you might ask. Well, if you must know, I like the one and only Zander Robbins. I was just pretending to like Brad to get Zander jealous.
When he was singing my invitation from Andy, I was secretly hoping he would end up saying it was from him. (A/N Who else wanted that invitation to be from Zander?) But here I am, listening to Andy drone on and on about "fartology." Thankfully, Kacey came and bailed me out. She told me that Brad left her to slow dance with Molly. I saw Kevin standing by the punch bowl alone and Zander dancing with some crazed fan-girl.
"Hey look." I said pointing towards Kevin. "Kevin looks lonely." I nudged Kacey with my elbow. "Go ask him to dance."
"I think I will." With that, she walked over to Kevin. They talked for a little while, and then Kevin led her onto the dance floor. Why can't that happen with Zander and I?
I looked over at Zander. He mouthed the words, "Save me." So I decided to both help him out and get my slow dance with him.
I walked over and tapped the girl on the shoulder. "Can I dance with Zander?" I asked nervously. She groaned and nodded, but sent me a death glare.
Zander put his hands on my waist and I snaked my arms around his neck. I felt tingles all through my body. Does that mean I'm in love? The DJ talking interrupted my thoughts. "Okay. We have a karaoke contest going on tonight. Any one is welcome to come up and sing!"
"Molly and Kacey are probably singing." Zander muttered. I nodded. He turned to me. "Maybe you should sing." Didn't see that coming.
"I don't sing." I said plainly.
"You sing back-up for Kacey." He encouraged.
"But that's not real singing."
"Come on." He pleaded. "Why don't we do a duet?"
I sighed. He can get me to do anything. "Fine, but I'm picking the song." He nodded. Then he pulled me by the wrist to the DJ. I told him what song and we grabbed the mics.
"Okay. We got some new comers to the competition. They go by the names of Zander Robbins and Stevie Baskara!" The crowd cheered, even Kacey. Molly just rolled her eyes. "They're gonna be singing 'This Is Me' from Camp Rock."
I suddenly felt like Mitchie, nervous. Zander apparently noticed this and intertwined his fingers in mine to calm me. The music started and I started singing.
(Zander, Stevie, Together)
I've always been the kind of girl
That hid my face
So afraid to tell the world
What I've got to say
But I have this dream
Right inside of me
I'm gonna let it show, it's time
To let you know
To let you know
This is real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now
Gonna let the light, shine on me
Now I've found who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me
Do you know what it's like
To feel so in the dark
To dream about a life
Where you're the shining star
Even though it seems
Like it's too far away
I have to believe in myself
It's the only way
This is real, This is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now
Gonna let the light, shine on me
Now I've found who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me
You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing
I need to find you
I gotta find youYou're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
I need to find you
I gotta find you
This is real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now
Gonna let the light, shine on me
Now I've found who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me
You're the voice I hear (This is me...)
Inside my head
The reason that I'm singing (This is me...)
Now I've found who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me
At the end of the song, we were in the same position as Shane and Mitchie were. There was only one difference. His lips were on mine.
This was the greatest feeling in the world. His tongue traced my bottom lip, looking for admittance. I gave it to him and our tongues battled for dominance. When air became scarce, we pulled away. We leaned our heads together, so our foreheads were touching. This dance ended way better than it had started.
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