Hey guys! I thought this story would be great because this crossover has never been done before… and it's perfect for Zevie! Hope you like it! Max is scatting! I'm listening to "Last 1 Standing"

Stevie's POV

We're moving to San Francisco. My mom's words repeated over and over in my head. I knew the reason why she wanted to move, I just didn't like it. She just wanted to move out of the house that my dad lived in.

My dad left for the navy about 4 years ago when I was 13. While he was gone, he divorced my mom. Now whenever anyone in the family mentions him, my mom goes on a rampage and beats us. Especially the person who mentioned him. She believes my dad's a traitor for leaving her with my 4 brothers and I. We've learned not to mention him, but there's always that one slip up every once in a while.

I was mad. Half because I had good friends here and half because my school principal always brought me letters from my dad. If I had them delivered home, my mom would rip them to shreds and go on another rampage.

I was fuming over those details while packing up my room. As I was packing, I came across a shoebox with the navy symbol on the lid. Inside were pictures of me and my dad, his letters, and a medal he'd sent me. I immediately closed it and put it away. If my mom found it, I don't know what she'd do.

-Time skip (Still Stevie's POV)-

It was my first day of school at Webster High. I drew in a deep breath as I walked in the front doors. There was a monitor on the wall with advertisements for school clubs, red-painted lockers, and about a million different kids bustling around. I wonder how I'm gonna find anything.

I looked at the papers I was given and searched for my locker. After a while without finding it, I groaned in frustration.

"Need some help?" A voice asked behind me. I turned around to see an African-American girl in sparkly clothes.

"Kinda." I said. She laughed a little.

"You're new here aren't you?" I nodded. She held out her nail-polished hand. "I'm Kacey."

I shook her hand. "Stevie." I said. "I'm looking for locker… 248."

"Oh cool." She said with excitement in her voice. "Your locker is in between mine and my friend, Chyna's."

We started talking on the way to my locker. Kacey is actually pretty cool. When we got my locker, I saw a cute guy with short brown hair and a ukulele on his back talking to a blonde girl that might as well be in a Barbie box.

"Who's that?" I asked pointing. "The guy's cute, but the girl is too Barbie for me."

"Oh the guy's Zander." Kacey explained. "He's the most talented guy in school. The girl is his girlfriend, Lexi. She's the most popular girl in school."

"Don't forget the most stuck up." Said a girl that looks like she could be Kacey's sister, but she looked a little young for high school. She stuck out her hand. "I'm Chyna."

I shook her hand as Kacey started talking. "This is Stevie. She's new here."

"One question Chyna." I said. I needed to ask this. "Aren't you a little young for high school?"

"I'm in the A.N.T. program." She said with a proud smile. I'm still confused.

"A.N.T?" I asked.

"It stands for advanced natural talents. All the ants are prodigies. I'm a musical prodigy."

"Oh cool." I said. I've never met a prodigy before.

"They hang out in the A.N.T. farm." Kacey said. "Come on. We'll show you."

They showed me to a room filled with gadgets, instruments, and supplies for their talents. I met Fletcher, an art prodigy, Olive, who has a photographic memory (So cool), and Angus, a computer genius.

"Hey." I said to Chyna. "Can I try some of your instruments? I play and sing a little."

"Sure." She started walking towards her section. "What instrument? I got them all." She gestured. She really did have every instrument.

I chose the guitar, my favorite, and sat down and started singing one of my favorite songs, What to Do from Demi Lovato.

Tell me what to do, oohh, about you
I already know, I can see it in your eyes when you telling the truth
Cause it's been a long time comin'
So where you runin to?
Tell me what to do, oohh, about you

You've got your way of speaking
Even the air you're breathin'
You could be anything
But you don't know what to believe in
You got the world before you
If I could only show you
That you don't know what to do

Chyna seemed impressed. "That was really good, Stevie." She said.

"Thanks." I said and hugged her. Then the bell rang and they showed me to my first class.

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