A/N: Well, this is my first story, I've always wondered how a meeting between Selena and Alex would play out, so here it is. As of yet I'm not entirely sure which way to write this, so I've experimented with a few possibilities in the first chapter. I'd really appreciate it if you could review and tell me whether it should be in first or third person. First person seems easier to write but I think that third person looks a little better. Also, I'm still not sure if I'm gonna stick with the alternating POV's or just stick with one, so some insight on that would be really helpful, thanks.
Disclaimer: I do not own Wizards of Waverly place, nor do I own Selena Gomez, but it would be pretty awesome if I did right?
Me, Myself and Reality
= Chapter 1 =
*** Alex's POV ***
It was a slow a day as could be expected at the Waverly Substation. Especially now that the Late Nite Bite had been shut down, due to it's owners' 'mysterious disappearance'. The space was now filled with 'MondoSandwich', who were making a happy business of stealing the Russo's customers. Yet despite the slow day, Alex found herself working a double shift, what with her parents away in the Bahamas for their anniversary and Justin still moping about Juliet.
Alex was surprised at how quickly she had gotten over Mason, but she guessed that despite what she thought she felt before, maybe her connection to him hadn't been all that strong. At least now I don't have to worry about that wet dog smell I kept picking up...
She was distracted from her thoughts by the sound of the door swinging open and a customer entering. She looked up – and dropped the glass she had been meticulously shining, causing it to shatter over the floor. Standing in front of her, with loose brunette locks cascading around her shoulders, and with deep brown eyes that looked as shocked as she felt, was Alex Russo.
She released the pent up breath she hadn't noticed she'd been holding and noticed that her doppelgänger was hesitantly pacing towards her with a look of uncertainty plastered over her features. She reached the counter and slowly pulled out a stool before sitting down and staring Alex in the eyes.
The girl had a look of both confusion and amazement on her face. She opened her mouth, and with a voice identical to Alex's said "Who...what...how...?"
Alex seemed to recover more quickly that her apparent twin and had already decided that this girl sitting in front of her was most likely the product of some ill thought out spell she had cast in the past. She spoke.
"So, what have we here? Edgebono Utoosis? Or are you a picture or something? Cos I sure as hell don't remember you..."
"Sorry...what? I have no idea what you're talking about, but forget that, who the hell are you?" The girl apparently had no memory, or for that matter, any knowledge of Wizardry, which confused Alex all the more.
"I'm Alex Russo, isn't that kind of obvious?" Alex retorted, giving one of her casual smirks.
"Should it be? I've never seen you before in my life." The girl just seemed to be getting annoyed now. Is that what I look like when I'm pissed?
"Oh is that so? Then who the hell are you?
"I'm Selena, Selena Gomez."
*** Selena's POV ***
Selena was depressed. She hated New York with every fibre of her being. Being dragged here by Brian and her mother, all because of Brian's new job; having to leave behind everything she cared about in LA, including her best friend and the love of her life, Demi.
She still remembered the pain she felt in her heart that day, two weeks previously, when she and Demi had said their final goodbyes. She remembered the love and passion that she had felt in that final kiss, and the feeling of utter despair as they drove away.
She felt so hopeless, and for the past two weeks she had spent most of her time texting Demi and wandering New York. Yet for the past three days Demi had not returned one of her calls, nor even one of her texts. This had Selena worried, she didn't know what had happened. Was Demi ok? Or was it she, Selena who had said something that had made the other girl not want to talk to her?
She didn't know exactly where she was, which was often the case when she went on these walks. She gazed around. She appeared to be in a small street, with a few bustling people and a few not-so-bustling stalls. One building in the street however, stood out. It had a sign above its green double doors that read: 'Waverly Substation – The best submarine sandwiches this side of Manhattan.' She realized at this moment that she hadn't eaten anything all day, and decided that a sandwich was as good as anything. She entered through the double doors, and gazed around at the shops interior.
Over against one wall there appeared to be a large subway carriage that contained one bald, fat guy chewing lazily on a sandwich. Yum...not.
She heard a smash, and then the tinkle of broken glass. Her head shot up. She drew in a sharp gasp of breath, standing behind the counter, wearing an expression that Selena was sure was on her own face, was herself. Albeit the girl's hair was a slightly lighter shade of brown than Selena's and was tied into a pony-tail that was sticking out from under the baseball cap she was wearing. But there was no mistaking that this girl may as well have been the same person.
Hesitantly, Selena recovered and slowly made her way to the counter, the other girl watching her every move. She pulled out a stool and took a seat. There were a few awkward seconds before she finally summoned up the courage to speak.
"What...who...how...?" Ok, so she didn't speak as such, more like mumbled, but what can you expect under these conditions?
The other girl seemed to be taking the situation better than Selena, as an all too familiar smirk appeared on her face. "So, what have we here? Edgebono Utoosis? Or are you a picture or something? Cos I sure as hell don't remember you..."
These words did nothing to ease Selena's confusion. In fact, it just made it worse. What the hell is up with this girl? "Sorry...what? I have no idea what you're talking about, but forget that, who the hell are you?" Selena replied.
"I'm Alex Russo, isn't that kind of obvious?" the girls smirk deepened. Selena was slowly getting pissed.
"Should it be? I've never seen you before in my life."
"Oh is that so? Then who the hell are you?
Finally we're getting somewhere. "I'm Selena, Selena Gomez."
*** Alex's POV ***
(Ok , here comes the first person, make sure to tell me what you think.)
Selena Gomez, that's new. I was at a lost for what to do next. I had this girl sitting in front of me, who looked identical to myself. She doesn't seem to know about magic, which just doesn't make sense. How can she not know? She was obviously created by magic...unless I'm wrong...could she be a really be an actual person?
I snapped out of my reverie and looked back at Selena, she was staring at me, her eyes still showing blatant confusion at this whole incident. I kind of felt sorry for her. I was about to suggest we go somewhere to talk this out when Justin chose that precise moment to come sauntering down the spiral staircase.
He looked slightly less forlorn than he had that morning, but from the look of him, he was still as gloomy as ever. As he reached the bottom of the steps and glanced towards me, his expression changed from one of utter hopelessness to that stern 'whathaveyoufdonenowalex' look. "Alex!" he began, "are you blind or something? There's shattered glass all over the–" He stopped mid-sentence, having caught sight of Selena. "Alex," he said, his teeth were clenched and his face now wore the 'nowhatamigoingtohavetofix' expression, "kitchen, now." he finished, dragging me through the door to the kitchen.
"What's wrong with you?" he began in a hushed but urgent tone. "There are loads of people out there, you think they won't notice a freaking clone sitting in front of you?"
"Justin, there's one fat guy in the corner out there, and besides, I'm innocent this time, I swear, I didn't do anything!"
"Seriously Alex, how else could you possibly explain this?"
"I don't know Justin, but I think she might actually be real."
Justin seemed unconvinced. "Fine then, I guess there's only one way to find out. Wait here." he turned around and stomped off into the lair. Oh yay, another terrific plan by the great Justin Russo.
Justin returned a few moments later, carrying a large jar in his hands, a jar of blue dust. "The undo dust?" I asked, incredulously, "That's your big plan?"
"Yup, watch and learn."
Justin marched through the kitchen door, and I followed. He marched right up to Selena, twisted the cap on the dust jar and– chucked a load of dust in her face. I can't believe what Justin just did. For someone so smart, he can be pretty tactless sometimes.
Selena spluttered, clearly she hadn't expected that. Then I noticed something. Selena spluttered, meaning she was still here, the dust had no effect. "So you are real..." I mumbled, now becoming increasingly intrigued. Who was this girl?
Selena seemed outraged; she stood up and glared at Justin before turning her attention to me. "You people are crazy!" She exclaimed, before turning around on her heel and marching out the front doors of the substation.
So much for talking with her more. "Justin, I'm not cleaning this up." I told him.
"Huh?"
I gestured to the broken glass on the floor. "That. Have fun."
Before he could respond, I threw my apron at him and sprinted up the stairs.
A/N: Well, what do you think? Please make sure to review and tell me whether or not I should continue this story. It's my first story so I'd really like to know how I've done. Well, until next time. =)
– Luke
