Charlie's POV

So this is the address where I'll be living at. Stevie's been so nice to me ever since I've arrived in Los Angeles. Besides Kadee and Sean, I don't remember anyone else being nice to me. She got me a place to stay, and she may have got me a job. It's raining outside, and I'm all wet, but I'm really happy I have made a friend. It was hard enough to make friends back at New York.

I head towards the door, and ring the doorbell. After a few moments, a lady in a pink dress shows up. Huh.

"Zander? What are you doing outside? Come in. You'll catch a cold," the lady says pulling me inside. Wow. She's nice. She reminds me of the times I had with my mother. "Go to your room young man. After that, we'll have some dinner with the big guy."

"Big guy?"

"That big teddy bear over there snoring on the couch." she says pointing to a chubby man with a mustache in his PJs. He's currently snoring very loudly on the couch. Something tells me he's Zander's dad. He looks oddly familiar... I hope he's nothing like Arthur. I wouldn't want to relive that nightmare...

"My room. My room... where is it again?"

"You should know honey." Zander's mom says.

"I know... Mom... but it's such a big house, and I..."

It's weird calling her mom. Stevie told me not to let the parents know about me. She told me that Zander's place was perfect so if his parents saw me, they would just think that I was their son.

"Second door on the left." she says.

"Thanks mom." I say and she goes off to the kitchen. I knock on the door, and I hear a voice telling me to come in. I adjust the fedora on my head and make sure George is still with me.

I open the door and I see ukuleles everywhere. Am I dreaming? I must be because I see a copy of myself standing in the room.

"Oh my-"

"Fudgeballs." I finish for him.

"Stevie wasn't kidding." he says examining my face.

"YOU? ME? WHAT?"

"If anyone asks, I'm the prettier one." Zander jokes. I take in more of the room. I see a poster of a monkey playing a ukulele and a poster of some band called Gravity 5 taped on the wall. It has Stevie, Kacey, Nelson, Kevin, and Zander. It must be fun to be in a band. Random flannel shirts lie around the room, and I see a blue couch pushed up against one wall of the room with a TV across. Zander's bed is next to the desk in the corner. On top of it is a laptop and a framed picture of Zander and Stevie.

"Okay then. But I'm more talented." I joke. We both laugh and I ask him a few questions.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask him.

"Go ahead."

"Is Stevie your girlfriend or something?" I ask him. He freezes.

"No. She's my best friend though." he says. I take the picture frame and examine it closely. His arm around her waist, and she's doing a peace sign. They are both doing silly faces. They are in random costumes, and they look like they are about twelve years old. Maybe eleven. Maybe it was Halloween?

"You guys seem close." I say.

"I guess. She's close with every friend she has. Well, not the Perfs." he says. I sit on the couch and I ask him to explain some things.

"So... since I'm the new guy, who are the Perfs?" I ask.

"The Perfs are the princesses of Brewster High. They control your social status and everything."

"The Perfs must've watched a lot of Cruel Ladies. Why do they hate Stevie?"

"Something tells me you met them." Zander says.

"Yeah. I saw Stevie dump some smoothie on the queen bee. I think her name was Polly or something..."

"I wish I was there to see that. Anyways, the reason the Perfs hate Stevie is because she's not a Perf."

"Come again?"

"A few years ago, the Perfs made an offer to Stevie to become a Perf. She rejected the offer, and she totally humiliated Molly in front of the whole school." Zander explains.

"How was that humiliating? So Stevie rejected an offer. No big deal."

"In the Perf mind, Stevie rejected a bunch of goddesses for a bunch of freaks. Why wouldn't that be humiliating? Besides, Stevie kind of made a whole speech about how stupid the whole Perf clique thing is."

"That makes sense. Sort of." I say. So Stevie didn't want to be something she wasn't. That reminds me of Kadee. Gosh, I miss her so much...

"So what brought you over to Los Angeles?" Zander asks me.

"I sort of just want a restart in life. I thought why not here? So far... things have been going great. I met nice people. Kacey even wants to make a plan to get everyone to believe that I'm the real Rags.

"You're Rags? I thought that weird kid with the pants was Rags. I think he's using autotune." Zander says. I explain the whole story to Zander from the part where I became janitor to the part where I got locked in the closet.

"So... you came here because you just wanted to get away from everything." he says.

"Pretty much."

"So... are we twins or something?" he asks.

"I don't know. You have parents, and I just have a stepfather."

"Hmmm... Well, I have to go to dinner. I promise I'll be quick. I'll bring you some food." Zander says as he heads out.

So things are working out pretty good for me right now. I am lucky to have a roof above my head during the harsh weather, and I think I have a job. I have friends, and maybe a twin brother? Hmm... This is so confusing.

I take a look around the room, and I mostly see ukuleles, monkeys, and pictures of Zander and Stevie. Lots of them. He and Stevie must go all the way back to childhood. I wish I had a relationship like Stevie and Zander's. Maybe if I met Kadee when I was little, maybe my life wouldn't have been as crappy as it is right now.

Zander's room like a teenage boy's typical room, but one little tiny thing catches my eye. Zander has a journal. Should I read it? I mean, it might not be a journal. After all, it didn't say anything on the cover. It's just a notebook with music notes all over it. It's probably nothing.

Don't you dare read it Charlie.

But it's so tempting though...

NO! I am perfectly capable of self control. What if Zander kicks me out or something?

Besides George, I brought a backpack of clothes, important stuff, no money, and food, which ran out a few hours ago. What can I say? I love food. Speaking of which, when is Zander coming back?

I can't believe I didn't bring any money. Well, how could I? Lloyd and Andrew stole my money shortly before Rags was revealed.

I lay on the couch and keep looking at the photos.

Zander is so lucky to have friends like Stevie... Kevin... Kacey... Nelson... Wait a minute. The only people I know are Zander and Stevie. I wish I could've been Zander. That way, I could've lived a normal life instead of being treated like crap by Arthur. Maybe I would've met someone. Someone I know I could trust.

"Hey." Zander says coming in the room. He hands me a bowl of mashed potatoes and roast beef. As the contents of the bowl enter my mouth, Zander gets that notebook and writes more stuff into it. What is he writing?

"Hey Zander?" I ask.

"Yeah Charlie?"

"What did Stevie tell you when she told you about me?" I ask him.

"Well, she told me that a friend of hers needed a place to stay, and she thought my place would be perfect.

"Just to let you know... I'm the prettier one." I joke.

"So... Should I consider you as a brother, or is the whole look alike thing a coincidence?" he asks.

"Maybe I should ask. Are your parents still awake?"

"Just my dad. My mom always needs her beauty sleep." Zander says.

"I need to talk to him. I'll be back." I say.

"Sure. But you just have to remember to call him Pops." Zander says.

"Pops?"

"Yup."

"Okay then. I'll be back. Let's hope he won't know the difference."

A/N: I just noticed I use a lot of the Adventure Time lingo, so I'm apologizing in advance for my random vocabulary used in this story.

Anyone notice I put 'YOU? ME? WHAT?' in this chapter? You know... Because of the title. Wow, I suck at speaking in writing. Gimme a review, please?