A/N: If any of you are wondering, YES. I do know that there are other fanfics about Zander and Charlie being twins. But I can assure you this one isn't like any of the others, so I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. I think I mentioned putting this up in another story, so go ahead and read.

Stevie's POV

Walking down the streets like a boss... Okay, I'm just thinking weird.

So... I'm just walking down the streets of LA. Sometimes, I feel like I need some alone time. Zander and Kacey along with the boys is awesome, but they always want something. Ugh...

I take a look around to see random things. A bunch of little kids performing a cool song. A boy and a girl fighting over a neon yellow balloon. But what really caught my eye was Zander. Why was he playing on the streets? Everybody knows that he always plays in the mall.

"Zander!" I say trying to get his attention. He just keeps smiling and playing his ukulele as if he doesn't know me.

Luckily, I don't need to get his attention after a cop comes in and tells him to stop playing.

"Sorry everyone! I'll be playing another time!" he says, grabs his ukulele, and heads over to a bench nearby.

"Hey! Wait up!" I say and try to talk to him. I guess alone time isn't really that important.

"Who are you?" he asks me. What?

"I'm Stevie. Duh. Your best friend?" I ask hoping he was just confused for the moment.

"I don't have a best friend, and I don't even know who you are. I'm Charlie Prince." he says inspecting his ukulele.

"What are you talking about? You're Zander Robbins? The person who taught me how to play the uke? The one who flirts with every single girl in an eyeshot?" I ask.

"I'm Charlie Prince. I came from New York. And flirting is a waste of time. It just gets you prone to heartbreak." he says looking at me like I'm crazy.

"Okay Charlie. I'll play along with your silly game." I say. So he was pretending to be someone else for a day. It's not that easy, but I have to give him points for acting like he doesn't even know me.

"Hey you buddy!" one of the kids say.

"Yeah little guy?" he asks.

"This is Infinity 4's turf!" he says like a gangster or something. It's very cute, but it makes me confused. Haha.

"We don't want to see your face ever again! We need the money more than you do anyways." the only girl in the band says.

"Aww... You have a girlfriend." I say to the little boy.

"WE'RE NOT TOGETHER!" the two scream in unison. The rest of their little band just laugh at them.

"Let's go Lulu. We can settle for another place anyways." the little boy says as they grumpily walk away.

"Just admit you have a crush on Max." the little drummer boy says as the rest of the band just... goes. Don't they have parents or anything?

I have my attention on "Charlie." Haha. Cool name.

"Okay Charlie... You're new here, right?" I ask.

"That is correct... ugh..."

"Stevie?"

"Oh yeah."

"Come on. Let's go to the mall. I'll give you the free smoothie." I say as I take his hand and pull him up.

"Free smoothie?"

"I work at Danny Mangos, remember? I always give you my free smoothie." I say.

"I should've met you sooner!"

We arrive at the mall, and I hand him my smoothie. He sits at a table near me and he lightly strums his ukulele as he sips at his drink.

As soon as my break comes along, I use this chance to talk to "Charlie."

"So... tell me about yourself Charlie." I say.

"Why did you say my name so weird."

"Because you're Zander Robbins."

"My name is Charlie. I just got here. Who's Zander?" he asks me.

"Nice acting skills Z. Fine. I'll play along Charlie. So what brings you here all the way from New York?" I ask.

"Well... it's a long story."

"I've got time."

"So... I kind of had a Cinderella story... just without the happy ending." he says.

"How?"

"So my crush Kadee Worth-"

"Kadee Worth? As in the Kadee Worth?" I ask.

"Yup."

"But she's famous. How did you meet her?"

"I worked as a janitor at Majesty Records. The place where her dad worked."

"So how does this effect your travel to Los Angeles?"

"So she arranged this big masquerade ball one day. I came and performed a song. I even kissed her." he says.

"Sounds so romantic."

"Yeah... but she never knew who I was." he says.

"Ohh... So what happened?"

"She arranged this big search a few days later. Everyone was looking for Rags-"

Wait a minute...

"You're Rags!?"

"Shh... keep it down. Well, yeah. But now my stepbrother Andrew is known for his brilliance around the world with his big dream."

"You're not Zander... are you?"

"Duh."

"So explain the rest."

"So Andrew's story was that his father was very encouraging. His brother Lloyd was very proud too, and his evil stepbrother was very jealous, so he ran away." he explains.

"But that never happened."

"So far, you're the only person that believes me. Everyone else thinks that I'm just a joke. That I'm making up lies because I'm jealous of my the real Rags." he says.

"Well... those people are stupid. I mean, who would believe that singing donkey was Rags?"

"Kadee." he mumbles.

"I think you got a case of a broken heart." I say trying to get him to look at me. He just takes another sip of his smoothie.

"I'm just trying to start over. Hopefully, they didn't show any photos of me when they interviewed Andrew when they found out he was Rags."

"They didn't."

"How do you know?"

"I'm smart. So... is Andrew self centered? Does he want all the attention?" I ask.

"Umm... just a lot."

"So he wouldn't want your face to be seen by other girls. After all, you are much more better looking than him in my opinion." I say. He blushes and smiles. Always finding a way to make someone smile. "So you just came here? Don't you have people who take care of you? Where will you live?" I ask.

"I just came here. I haven't thought of where I'll live. I haven't even brought any money."

"That explains why you brought that ukulele."

"Finally someone who doesn't think it's a tiny guitar!" he says and we both laugh.

"Well, I can play the ukulele."

"No you can't."

"Want me to prove it?"

"Go ahead. Be careful with George." he says.

"You name your ukuleles?"

"Don't judge me." he says and hands me George. It's pretty quiet around here. There's barely anyone around here, so why not?

I strum, and I even sing. After a few strums, Charlie sings with me.

A/N: So... this is just the lyrics to I'm Yours. Sorry if I messed up. Just copied and pasted it.

Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks, now I'm trying to get back
Before the cool done run out I'll be giving it my bestest
And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some
But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours
Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love
Listen to the music of the moment people, dance and sing
We're just one big family
And it's our God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved
So I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm sure
There's no need to complicate, our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours
D-d-do do you, but do you, d-d-do
But do you want to come on
Scooch on over closer dearAnd I will nibble your ear
I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
And so I drew a new face and I laughed
I guess what I be saying is there ain't no better reason
To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons
It's what we aim to do, our name is our virtue
But I won't hesitate no more, no moreIt cannot wait, I'm yours
Come on and open up your mind and see like me
(I won't hesitate)
Open up your plans and damn you're free
(No more, no more)
Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours
(It cannot wait, I'm sure)
So please don't, there's no need
(There's no need to complicate)
There's no need to complicate
(Our time is short)
'Cause our time is short
(This is our fate)
This is, this is, this is our fate
I'm yours
Oh, I'm yours
Oh, I'm yours
Oh, whoa, baby you believe I'm yours
You best believe, best believe I'm yours

"And people don't believe you're Rags." I smirk at Charlie.

"Just give me back George." he jokes. We both laugh again and I hand him the ukulele.

Just then, I notice Kacey, Nelson, Kevin, and the Perfs. Please tell me they didn't hear me.

"OH MY GLOBS!" Kacey squeals. Oh boy...

A/N: What do you guys think? Lemme know in a review. And yes I meant to spell it like that.