...And here's another one of my really weird crossover OTPS! (Although I ship Fluttershy x Private more.) Cat x Private! I'm not even sure if anyone here watches Victorious, but hopefully you read and enjoy this anyways! This is Part 1 of a short story, so expect more soon! And don't worry, you'll discover why Private is in Hollywood Arts in Part 2 or something. ;D

Private walked in the doors of Hollywood Arts nervously. The scene in front of him was unlike anything he had seen before. Dozens of students wandered around the halls, practicing dances, singing strands of popular songs, or watching others. He strolled in, studying his schedule to see what his first class was. The boy was so absorbed that he didn't notice the redhead texting on her phone and walking towards him until it was too late. They collided, and Private stumbled back, while the redheaded girl he bumped into fell onto the tiled floor.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you there," Private exclaimed, rushing over and extending a hand to her.

The girl, however, seemed unfazed and didn't look up until she finished her text. She looked up, confused. "Why am I on the floor?" Then she noticed the boy reaching out for her. He looked about her age, with messy blonde hair and eyes the color of her stuffed giraffe. She titled her head to the side, smiling. "Can I help you?"

Private, puzzled, helped her up. The girl then hugged him unexpectedly, the scent of strawberry shampoo wafting around her. "You're new here, aren't you?"

The boy was released, and he managed to confirm. Then the girl took his hand and pulled him over to a group of students by the lockers. Private stumbled along, trying to imagine what Skipper would do.

The redhead positioned him next to her and she greeted her friends excitedly. The group mumbled hellos before a girl with wavy brown hair and unusually high cheekbones looked at Private, smiling but puzzled.

"Cat, who's this?" She asked, bringing him to the attention of the others.

The redhead jumped a little, as if she had just remembered he was there. "Oh! This is my new friend. He's a new student here. What was your name again?"

The people here sure are... unusual, thought Private. "Uh, James. James Private," he introduced himself, snapping out of his thoughts.

The group nodded and greeted him. The redhead cheerily said, "Hi! I'm Cat."

"Cat? Like the animal?" Private asked, puzzled.

Suddenly, Cat's happy personality switched off and she cried, "What's that supposed to mean?" The girl then took off, huffing.

Private was startled by her sudden mood swing, and he tried to defend himself. "I-I didn't mean for her to-" The brunette nodded in understanding. She put a hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay, she does that. Anyways, I'm Tori. Nice to meet you." She then went around the group, naming her friends. Beck was the guy with the flowing brown hair and a carefree personality, Jade was the scary girl with black highlighted hair, dark ripped clothes, and an obsession with scissors, Andre was the friendly one with a talent for music and songwriting, and Robbie was the weird one with curly black hair, rectangular glasses, and a creepy back talking puppet named Rex always on his hand.

Private grinned. If only the guys could meet these people... He could only imagine what his team would say. "Oh, right. Do any of you know where the classroom for... Mr... Sikowitz is?" He showed them his schedule, and Tori smiled.

"Sikowitz? Well, all of us are in his next class. Just follow me!" She took his hand and pulled him along, twirling her hair with her free hand. Is she... flirting with me? Private stumbled behind her, being led for the second time that morning.

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Private's eyes widened in alarm as the teacher, Sikowitz, pointed at him and threw an empty coconut at his head. He dodged easily, but looked in confusion at the teacher, with his loose fitting clothes and tufts of brown hair. Sikowitz narrowed his eyes.

"New kid!" the teacher yelled. "Come up here!" He then stumbled off the stage.

Private shakily got out of his chair and hopped up the steps to the stage-like front.

Sikowitz grabbed another coconut, jabbed a straw in one of the holes, and crossed his arms. "What's your talent?"

"M-my, talent?"

"Yes, your talent. What do you do? Sing, dance, act?" The whole class was looking at him now, expectant.

Think, Private, think! Well, I'm used to putting on disguises for the team. That's like acting, right? "Um, I act...?" he said hesitantly.

"Perfect!" Sikowitz boomed. "Cat, Tori, Andre, get up there."

Cat squealed and jumped out of her seat, bouncing up the steps to stand next to Private. Tori and Andre both slowly got up and stood next to the two.

"Now, you two perform a scene. James, you're a naïve young soldier with a British accent and a love for unicorns. Cat, you play a stern and strict general who's constantly paranoid. Tori, you play a lieutenant who acts as the team's scientist. Andre, you're the team's psychotic weapons expert, who can only talk in garbles. You're in your headquarters, relaxing. Go!"

Private tried to keep in his laughter. Somehow, Sikowitz had just described his team perfectly.

Cat put on a frown, sticking her chin up and pacing around her three team members, her hands behind her back. Tori grabbed a nearby clipboard and scribbled down some random equations on it. Andre polished a bomb prop, and Private brushed the mane of a unicorn plushie. Cat stopped in front of Private, and her frown deepened.

"Soldier, what is that?" The scorn in her voice was obvious.

"It's just my unicorn. Why, Skippah?" Private smiled innocently, happy to slip back into his natural accent.

"I don't want my unit going soft. Get rid of that rubbish at once!" Cat crossed her arms. She sounds just like Skipper!

"But Skippah..." Private pleaded. He gave Cat his famous puppy eyes. The boy saw her coming out from her harsh mask and melting inside, but she quickly looked away to keep in character.

"Fine. But it had better not get in the way."

"Aye aye, sir!" Private saluted.

Tori walked over to Cat, showing her something on the clipboard. Both girls looked extremely serious. "Sir, there appears to be a-"

"CUT!" Sikowitz cut in, scaring the whole class.

Tori put her hands up, annoyed. "What?"

"Nothing. I just want to see what else James can do. Sing for us!" the teacher grinned mischievously.

"What?" Private said, startled. "Um, I don't-"

"Oh, by the way, your accent was great. Now sing! Do a duet with Cat. Tori, Andre, sit." Sikowitz gestured towards the chairs as the two students sat down. He then smiled and sipped at his coconut again, expecting a song.

Private sighed in defeat. He looked at the redhead beside him. "What should we sing?"

Cat smiled and whispered something into his ear. Private hesitantly agreed and crossed his arms, making Cat squeal and jump up in happiness. She quickly ran over to her desk and grabbed her phone, plugging it into a speaker and starting a song. Light guitar music streamed into the otherwise quiet classroom. The redhead grinned at Private and nodded, cuing them to sing.

I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, "I'll never let you go"
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

Cat's high and strong voice harmonized well with Private's light, sweet voice. The boy glanced at his partner, slightly smiling at her. Cat's eyes were closed and she was smiling to herself and nodding her head to the music, her vibrant red hair bobbing with her.

Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound

Sikowitz jumped onto the stage and stopped the music. Private and Cat both stopped singing and looked at him, surprised. The middle-aged man nodded his approval.

"That was good," the teacher said. Cat and Private grinned at each other.

"So... can we sit now?" Private asked tentatively.

Sikowitz appeared thoughtful for a moment before replying. "No."

"What?" the boy grimaced. What more did the teacher want?

"Dance for me."