Chapter Two: The Twitty-Stevens Connection
A/N: I don not own any of these characters. They belong to Disney.
Louis's POV
I was heading out of Wexler's office. I had just posted the school's top secret computer codes outside of the cafeteria, so I was in pretty big trouble. Mom and dad were called in, Ren gave me one of her 'How could you be so stupid Louis?' looks, the whole nine yards. So I was leaving Wexler's office after this big conference with him and mom and dad, when I saw this flyer. I felt my heart sing when I read it.
You see, if you want to get anywhere in the music business, you had to hook up with B.I.F.F. Records. They were the bloodhounds on the block. They were the guys who discovered those crummy boy bands like Front Street Men and N*Tune and those really hot singers like Whitney Swords and Jenna F. Gomez. They also gave the world really cool bands like Washington Park and Difficult Strategy. But now, I was sure they were going to put the best band for the job on the market: The Twitty-Stevens Connection.
The flyer I saw said that B.I.F.F. Records was having a Battle of the Bands. It would be right here in Sacramento two weeks from Friday. It was Monday. The Twitty-Stevens Connection had time.
After I saw it, I grabbed it and ran back into the office. I had to show Ren. I knew if she agreed to it, the whole band would.
"Ow! Louis, watch where you're going, will you?"
I had just slammed face-first into Ren, dropping the flyer on the ground. Giving her a really quick "Sorry," I hurried to pick it up.
Ren saw me look at it like it was God. So she grabs it out of my hand, almost ripping it in half, and yells, "Gimme that you worm."
So I let her read it. I watched her eye motion, looking for signs that her rather large brain is screaming "This is awesome!" or "You have got to be kidding me."
She read the flyer really quick. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, so I just waited for her to say something. She just looked off into space, twitching her nose like a cat like she always does when she's over- analyzing something.
Then finally, the Queen of Sheba speaks. "Houston, we have a problem."
I feel my brain scream "WHAT?!!" and I look at her with my best 'You're making no sense' look. She notices this and says, "It's Beans."
By now I'm confused. Madame President notices this, too, and shoves the paper in my face, pointing to one of the lines. "Read it," she commands.
So I read the line she's pointing to, and it states very clearly: IF BANDS FROM 14 TO 18 BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. I must have overlooked it.
"It sounds cool Louis," Ren says, tone getting softer. "But if we entered, we'd have to cut Beans out. And if we won, then Beans wouldn't even be in the band anymore."
Suddenly I blurt out, "We have no choice. We have to replace him."
Now I can feel eyes on the back of my neck. They're burning holes through my skin. I can tell they're not Ren's eyes because when Ren stares at you, it feels like your drinking a Slurpie right out of the machine. But this felt like nails going right through your back. That kind of stare only belonged to one subhuman.
"LOUIS STEVENS!"
I turned around and there was Conrad Wexler, a larger more heartless and self-centered version of Ren. His beady little eyes were staring at me like I was the victim of his unearthly haunting.
I try to play cool. "Is there something I can help you with Mr. W?"
He looked like he was about pull out his pistol and draw. "Get to class Stevens, before I make you a permanent part of the wall!"
I give him a silly little salute and race out of his office, ripping the flyer out of Ren's hand as I went. But before I ran off to Mrs. Lovelson's science class, I heard Wexler say to the Queen, "Ren, I've said it before and I'll say it again. Don't genetics mean anything? How could a Stevens do something so irresponsible?"
Ren hears him loud and clear, I know, but does she stick up for me? No. She just says, "I'm not sure, sir," in a really jumbled voice and begins ruffling through papers.
Some sister I've got.
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Ren's POV
Louis just doesn't get it. He doesn't get why I have to agree with Mr. Wexler all the time. He hates Mr. Wexler almost as much as he hates Coach Tugnut, and right now he hates me.
But that's not completely the point of why he hates me.
In two weeks, there's going to be this Battle of the Bands thing held by B.I.F.F. Records, the most recognized label in the music business. Our band, the Twitty-Stevens Connections, should be there, rocking Sacramento with our music, but our bassist is only 8-years-old. You all know Beans, or Dennis the Menace.
I had to think of something before I saw Louis. I knew that we might as well ask our old bassist, Artie Ryan, back. But I knew Louis would absolutely kill me if I brought it up. We all knew Beans was awesome, but if we were going to blow the B.I.F.F. executives away, we needed to qualify.
At lunch, I sat down with Tawny and Twitty. I guess Louis had already told them about the Battle of the Bands because all they were talking about was our new song, "The Way Things Were."
"Hey guys," I said, sitting down next to Twitty. My tone of voice wasn't happy.
"Hey Ren," said Tawny, staring disgustedly down at her lunch. "How's Louis's punishment going?"
I sighed. "Not so good. He has to have lunch with Tugnut today."
Twitty made a burning noise. "Ouch."
Tom joined us along with Monique and Ruby. I wasn't really listening to them, just listening to our new song in my head.
'Could it be that we are more than what we were? Not just friends but maybe more? The way things were cannot be seen in a futuristic dream. I think I'm feeling something that I've never felt before.'
Louis had written the lyrics. I knew that it was dedicated Tawny. I could just tell. I knew he wanted to perform it at the Battle of the Bands so she could know how he felt. But was had to replace Beansy with someone.
Hey!! Sorry if I disappointed you Lizzie McGuire fans with this Even Stevens chapter, but I have to. Remember, this is an LM/ES crossover. Plus, it will be a LG fanfic, trust me. I promise!!!
Keep it Heavenly,
(* Goddess4LiFe
A/N: I don not own any of these characters. They belong to Disney.
Louis's POV
I was heading out of Wexler's office. I had just posted the school's top secret computer codes outside of the cafeteria, so I was in pretty big trouble. Mom and dad were called in, Ren gave me one of her 'How could you be so stupid Louis?' looks, the whole nine yards. So I was leaving Wexler's office after this big conference with him and mom and dad, when I saw this flyer. I felt my heart sing when I read it.
You see, if you want to get anywhere in the music business, you had to hook up with B.I.F.F. Records. They were the bloodhounds on the block. They were the guys who discovered those crummy boy bands like Front Street Men and N*Tune and those really hot singers like Whitney Swords and Jenna F. Gomez. They also gave the world really cool bands like Washington Park and Difficult Strategy. But now, I was sure they were going to put the best band for the job on the market: The Twitty-Stevens Connection.
The flyer I saw said that B.I.F.F. Records was having a Battle of the Bands. It would be right here in Sacramento two weeks from Friday. It was Monday. The Twitty-Stevens Connection had time.
After I saw it, I grabbed it and ran back into the office. I had to show Ren. I knew if she agreed to it, the whole band would.
"Ow! Louis, watch where you're going, will you?"
I had just slammed face-first into Ren, dropping the flyer on the ground. Giving her a really quick "Sorry," I hurried to pick it up.
Ren saw me look at it like it was God. So she grabs it out of my hand, almost ripping it in half, and yells, "Gimme that you worm."
So I let her read it. I watched her eye motion, looking for signs that her rather large brain is screaming "This is awesome!" or "You have got to be kidding me."
She read the flyer really quick. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, so I just waited for her to say something. She just looked off into space, twitching her nose like a cat like she always does when she's over- analyzing something.
Then finally, the Queen of Sheba speaks. "Houston, we have a problem."
I feel my brain scream "WHAT?!!" and I look at her with my best 'You're making no sense' look. She notices this and says, "It's Beans."
By now I'm confused. Madame President notices this, too, and shoves the paper in my face, pointing to one of the lines. "Read it," she commands.
So I read the line she's pointing to, and it states very clearly: IF BANDS FROM 14 TO 18 BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. I must have overlooked it.
"It sounds cool Louis," Ren says, tone getting softer. "But if we entered, we'd have to cut Beans out. And if we won, then Beans wouldn't even be in the band anymore."
Suddenly I blurt out, "We have no choice. We have to replace him."
Now I can feel eyes on the back of my neck. They're burning holes through my skin. I can tell they're not Ren's eyes because when Ren stares at you, it feels like your drinking a Slurpie right out of the machine. But this felt like nails going right through your back. That kind of stare only belonged to one subhuman.
"LOUIS STEVENS!"
I turned around and there was Conrad Wexler, a larger more heartless and self-centered version of Ren. His beady little eyes were staring at me like I was the victim of his unearthly haunting.
I try to play cool. "Is there something I can help you with Mr. W?"
He looked like he was about pull out his pistol and draw. "Get to class Stevens, before I make you a permanent part of the wall!"
I give him a silly little salute and race out of his office, ripping the flyer out of Ren's hand as I went. But before I ran off to Mrs. Lovelson's science class, I heard Wexler say to the Queen, "Ren, I've said it before and I'll say it again. Don't genetics mean anything? How could a Stevens do something so irresponsible?"
Ren hears him loud and clear, I know, but does she stick up for me? No. She just says, "I'm not sure, sir," in a really jumbled voice and begins ruffling through papers.
Some sister I've got.
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Ren's POV
Louis just doesn't get it. He doesn't get why I have to agree with Mr. Wexler all the time. He hates Mr. Wexler almost as much as he hates Coach Tugnut, and right now he hates me.
But that's not completely the point of why he hates me.
In two weeks, there's going to be this Battle of the Bands thing held by B.I.F.F. Records, the most recognized label in the music business. Our band, the Twitty-Stevens Connections, should be there, rocking Sacramento with our music, but our bassist is only 8-years-old. You all know Beans, or Dennis the Menace.
I had to think of something before I saw Louis. I knew that we might as well ask our old bassist, Artie Ryan, back. But I knew Louis would absolutely kill me if I brought it up. We all knew Beans was awesome, but if we were going to blow the B.I.F.F. executives away, we needed to qualify.
At lunch, I sat down with Tawny and Twitty. I guess Louis had already told them about the Battle of the Bands because all they were talking about was our new song, "The Way Things Were."
"Hey guys," I said, sitting down next to Twitty. My tone of voice wasn't happy.
"Hey Ren," said Tawny, staring disgustedly down at her lunch. "How's Louis's punishment going?"
I sighed. "Not so good. He has to have lunch with Tugnut today."
Twitty made a burning noise. "Ouch."
Tom joined us along with Monique and Ruby. I wasn't really listening to them, just listening to our new song in my head.
'Could it be that we are more than what we were? Not just friends but maybe more? The way things were cannot be seen in a futuristic dream. I think I'm feeling something that I've never felt before.'
Louis had written the lyrics. I knew that it was dedicated Tawny. I could just tell. I knew he wanted to perform it at the Battle of the Bands so she could know how he felt. But was had to replace Beansy with someone.
Hey!! Sorry if I disappointed you Lizzie McGuire fans with this Even Stevens chapter, but I have to. Remember, this is an LM/ES crossover. Plus, it will be a LG fanfic, trust me. I promise!!!
Keep it Heavenly,
(* Goddess4LiFe