This story is a That's So Raven/Even Stevens/Lizzie McGuire/ Phil of the Future crossover. This first chapter explains what's going on, I don't think it's very good, but whatever...flames, confessions of love, anything is welcome...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything on the Disney Channel.

First chapter is in Pickford (for the sake of this story everything is California)

Phil: 17, sports the fauxhawk, also sports some stubble, dresses like the typical metrosexual, he listens to bands such as: The Littlest Man Band, The Postal Service, and Death Cab for Cutie.

Keely: 17, still sports the shoulder-ish length blonde hair, dresses like she's from the O.C, she acts like it too. She only listens to bands that would be classified as Emo, and won't ever admit she's in love with Kelly Clarkson. -------------------------------------------------------------

Keely is going to visit her best friend (and supposed crush) Phil Diffy. Something was off about him lately, he kept to himself much more. Instead of making lame attempts to be with Keely, he was making lame attempts be away from her.

She got to his house and decided to let herself in. She could hear music coming from Phil's room and couldn't help but notice the words:

"Maybe I will go and jump ship, 'cause I can swim there better on my own."

-She approached his room a little more-

"Maybe I will build my house of brick and lock the door, 'cause I'm sleepin' well enough on my own."

-She cracked the door open. A musty smell filled her nostrils. The shades had been pulled and there were clothes slung everywhere. Phil was getting a little too into this whole present-day teen angst thing. Why wouldn't he even use on of his future gadgets to clean his room?

She walked in and spotted a lump on the bed. Keely glanced at the clock - 4 p.m - man, she needed to wake up Phil and tell him of her brilliant plan...

It took her about ten minutes to get him up, and even then, he could barely keep his eyes open when was talking.

"Phil...PHIL!"

"Ermm...yep..."

"So, like I was saying, we really need to get away, it'll be good for you."

Phil almost started to shake his head, but instead said, "Just you and me?"

"Who else would come?" We just need to check in with our parents to make sure it's ok if we go away for a week."

"They'll never agree to that! Let's just tell them it's a school trip."

"Fine, but do me a favor."

"What?"

"Shave before we go."

For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, Phil smiled.

Ok. (a/n:The song I took the lyrics from is called "Maybe I" by The Littlest Man Band. It's a pretty depressing song.) ------------------------------------------------------------

Lizzie: 16, sports long blonde hair that is always up (in a ponytail or something of that nature), calls Miranda every morning to ask what she would wear that day, loves bands such as: Simple Plan, Simple Plan, and a little Good Charlotte.

Gordo: 16, straightens his hair everyday so he can sport scene hair, wears girl pants, doesn't even have any kind of taste in music, but he can memorize more facts about your favorite band than you'll ever know.

Miranda: 16, has shortish (a little less than shoulder length) black hair, wears (I guess) "punk" clothes, listens to The Matches, Maxeen, and Controlling the Famous (in other words music that I like...) -------------------------------------------------------------

Somewhere in a town no one's heard of (Hillridge) three friends sat in health class. It was truly the pain of their existance. More so for Gordo (and the rest of the guys), though, because their teacher insisted on talking about things such as women's menstrual cycle and the benefits of not getting breast implants (well, the 5 she can think of). Witht he bell, the period ended and it was time for lunch. The three take their "table." Gordo starts the conversation.

"Ugh, if I have to sit through another lecture on why I shouldn't get breast implants, I might snap."

Miranda and Lizzie chortled. (a/n: I love that word)

"Seriously, though, we need to get out and DO something, Spring Break is coming up, and I'm not spending another year at home."

"We could go to a concert!" Miranda suggested "I hear the Matches are co-headlining a show with Maxeen on Friday."

"Thanks, but no thanks, those bands- not my cup of tea." Gordo said.

"We could go somewhere." Lizzie said, deciding to add to the conversation.

"Oh! The ever brilliant think, thanks for that golden suggestion!" Gordo replied sarcastically. Miranda rolled her eyes.

"No, I mean out of town somewhere." Lizzie re-stated.

"Where would we go?" Miranda asked.

"I'm not sure, not too far, our parents have to be o.k with it."

"How about Disneyland?" said Gordo. They ignored him.

"We'll figure it our later." and with that, the bell rang, ending lunch.

(a/n: I saw The Matches and Maxeen co-headline a show last night, it was amazing, Gordo is missing out.) ----------------------------------------------------------------

Ren: 18 (still in high school, though), she too sports shoulder length hair, but it's brown. She dresses in a "preppy" fashion, and listens to whoever just won American Idol (but has a soft spot for Bo Bice, even though he was runner up)

Louis: 17, sports a curly fro, dresses in clothes that are too big for him, doesn't listen to music; he still listens to Weird Al.

Twitty: 17, still rocks the part his hair is a little longer though, he's trying to start a rock 'n' roll revolution, but it isn't going well. He likes to listen to Brand New, Fall Out Boy, and, when he's all alone, he likes to dance to Motion City Soundtrack.

Tawny: 17, has some purple and blue streaks in her black hair (it's kind of like a bruise), wears "goth clothes" but doesn't go real heavy with the eyeliner (or any other kind of make-up). She like to listen to AFI, The Cure, Alkaline Trio, and Joy Division ----------------------------------------------------------------

It was a quiet day in Sacramento, but of course every day in Central California seems quiet. That is, until there was a piercing scream that (let's pretend) could be heard for miles. I wish I could say who it came from, but I can't. My best guess would be that it came from Louis Stevens, especially given what he had just seen; a very exclusive screening of Harry Potter 4. He always did have a thing for that Hermione Granger (it had to be the accent). Both of Louis' best friends had accompanied him - Twitty and Tawny. Tawny had invited Ren, who, as Louis said, made the whole experience much less enjoyable.

Ren was set on the idea that her whole break would be shitty, and anyone she was around ought to have a shitty time also. Tawny thought going out would help, but, once again, she was wrong. She wouldn't give it up, though.

"Why don't we go somewhere. Ren, maybe you'll enjoy yourself."

"I doubt it."

"Yea," Louis added, "she's got a permanent stick up her ass."

Tawny and Ren both glared at him.

"C'mon you guys, it couldn't hurt to get away for a little while." Twitty said. "Besides, I'm sure our parents will be cool with it. Hell, even THEY might think it'll be good for us."

Louis and Tawny were all for it, but Ren gave a reluctant "I'll think about it." Until she got home and her parents decided she had to go.

--------------------------------------------------------------- Since I'm being lazy now, Chelsea, Raven and Eddie all look the same and like the same things that they do in That's So Raven. ----------------------------------------------------------------

No one cared anymore, it was two days (gasp!) into Spring Break, and Raven Eddie, and Chelsea still had no plans.

"Damn, I'd rather be watching Chantel stuff her face than be sitting around here doing nothing."

"Why did you break up with her then?" Raven asked.

"Because, remember we had plans way-back-when (January) to go somewhere for Spring Break? I didn't want to be chained down! But I guess that doesn't matter anymore because WE AREN'T DOING ANYTHING!"

"You guys, we live in San Francisco, there has got to be something to do." Chelsea said.

"We've done everything there is to do, Chels." Raven replied, sighing.

"Well, maybe we'll get lucky and something will come our way." Chelsea said optimistically.

"Let's hope so." Eddie replied.

(a/n: I hope everyone knows where the hot vacation spot is...)