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[SCA] Doppelgangers
Title: Doppelgangers
Fandoms: Wizards of Waverly Place and High School Musical crossover (with mentions of Hex Hall)
Universe: Sharpay's Crossover Adventure
Relationship: Justin Russo+Peyton Leverett
Summary: Peyton and Justin get mistaken for archrivals at the Sub Station. In all, it's a pretty typical Thursday.
The free food was the best thing about being Justin's best friend. Okay, so there was more to your friendship than food, but his family took every opportunity possible to feed you - and then some. Every time you craved fries, you wandered down to Waverly Place and snagged yourself a bag from the leftovers Justin had made earlier. Some days, you camped out in the corner, watching as Justin argued with especially stupid customers.
"I know you don't like tomatoes, so you avoid ketchup," Justin was saying, stealing a fry from you as he glared at the door. "But my god, if you're allergic to tomatoes, you shouldn't be eating ketchup anyways!"
You stifled a laugh, trying to hide behind your laptop. Justin's family made the best subs in Manhattan, so various characters wandered in and out over the years. Between Mimi and her Japanese friends to even members of the JSA, the Sub Station had seen it all. No small surprise, you supposed, that the stupid mingled with them too.
"So how much was she trying to sue you for?" You helped yourself to another round of fries, dipping them in honey mustard sauce. "If it was anything less than six figures--"
"Cal?"
An unfamiliar voice was calling to you. Considering that your name wasn't Cal, and you were clearly enjoying a conversation with your best friend, you shrugged it off and continued, "They're hopeless if it was anything less than a hundred thousand."
"No, seriously," another unfamiliar voice was whispering to the first, "I don't think that's Cal. Why the hell would he be with Archer?"
Justin raised an eyebrow at you. Struggling to keep his face even, he mouthed, 'I think we've got a side order of delusional too.'
No kidding. You glanced over at the two girls near you, raising both eyebrows as you scrutinized them. They were both white, which kind of added credibility to the delusional theory. (Hey, you were whiter than white bread, and even you knew that white people were the most delusional. Maria and Justin only reminded you of it about a hundred times a day.)
The first - the one who had called you Cal - was a skinny little thing, with dark brown hair that was neatly tied in a braid, and a school uniform you didn't recognize. Yet she held herself confidently, with an aura that almost matched Sharpay's. Her best friend was shorter, with a pink streak in her hair that practically screamed goth girl. It would have, honestly, if the second girl weren't dressed in pink from head to toe. She was the unholy love child of Barbie and My Little Pony, and you half-wondered if your brain would ever unsee that mental image.
For the sake of your next film, you certainly hoped so.
Barbie girl continued, "Plus, they're not even dressed like we left them. I mean, Archer looks like a total nerd right now."
"Maybe that's part of his disguise," Braid girl whispered a little too loudly. "He's hiding in plain sight, right? No way he'd make it super obvious."
Disguise. Right. Like Justin had any big secrets he was hiding from the rest of the world.
"Do you need anything?" You said, lowering your laptop to look at them better.
The girls kept whispering to each other. You could barely make out snippets - something about not bothering two lookalikes - before the first girl said, "Um, Cal, you don't recognize me? Sophie?"
"Nope." You didn't even bat an eye. "You've got the wrong guy. I'm Peyton, and this here's Justin Russo. His family owns the place." You added a bit more proudly, "Justin's also the youngest guy ever to be in charge of a school."
Justin stomped lightly on your foot for that comment. Thankfully, Justin was nowhere near Tom's strength, and your foot would live to see another day.
You half-expected him to brush off the compliment, instead saying it could've happened to anyone... but instead, he was scrutinizing Sophie. He squinted, "Sophie... like Sophie Mercer? I've heard of you."
Sophie shot him a blank look. "I'd hope so, Archer."
"No, not for that." Justin looked bemused. "I've never heard of the guy. I was actually thinking, you're James Aetheron's daughter, right?"
(James who?)
Sophie stepped back, protectively holding her purse close to her. "Right..."
"It's nice to finally meet you in the flesh," Justin said, his entire expression softening as he watched her. "My dad was good friends with him. You might've heard of him? Jerry Russo?"
You suspected the explanation was more for your benefit than theirs, but it certainly caused Sophie's shoulders to sag in slight relief. "Yeah, I have," she said softly. "They fought together in--"
"Yeah." Justin coughed, sipping his soda.
"Sooo..." Sophie's friend leaned in, her eyes twinkling as she looked over at everyone. "I think we've got the wrong guys, Soph. Cause, you know, they're not trying to kill each other."
There was definitely a story here, and while you might have wanted it at another time, right now, you just wanted to keep eating. (Part of you was also far, far too confused to ask for clarification.) So you nodded in agreement, waving your French fry at them.
Justin, on the other hand, motioned towards the cash register. "You gonna order something?"
Sophie blinked, staring at the register before she glanced down at her purse. Sophie's friend spoke for her, "Yep, no worries! Sorry to bother you, uh... Peyton, right?"
"Right." You waved good-bye at them, watching as Sophie's friend eagerly ordered for the two of them, ordering that super salty red drink that Justin made primarily for his fiancee. As Justin had once put it, Juliet's diet was kind of unusual because of her rare genetic disease - and you didn't really understand medicine, so you didn't want a further explanation.
It was Justin who broke the awkward silence with, "Uh, that was weird."
"No kidding. Not every day we both get mistaken for someone else, right?" You rolled your eyes. "So how much was it? Six figures?"
"More like five, actually..." Justin laughed softly, leaning forward and finishing the soda he'd brought with him. "I mean, really. How many crazies am I supposed to deal with in my lifetime?"
As you raised your laptop screen, you could see Sophie and her friend staring at you from behind their sandwiches. While you didn't have a decent answer to Justin's question, you figured, if people like Sophie kept appearing in your life, it would be a hell of a lot of crazies.
Fandoms: Wizards of Waverly Place and High School Musical crossover (with mentions of Hex Hall)
Universe: Sharpay's Crossover Adventure
Relationship: Justin Russo+Peyton Leverett
Summary: Peyton and Justin get mistaken for archrivals at the Sub Station. In all, it's a pretty typical Thursday.
The free food was the best thing about being Justin's best friend. Okay, so there was more to your friendship than food, but his family took every opportunity possible to feed you - and then some. Every time you craved fries, you wandered down to Waverly Place and snagged yourself a bag from the leftovers Justin had made earlier. Some days, you camped out in the corner, watching as Justin argued with especially stupid customers.
"I know you don't like tomatoes, so you avoid ketchup," Justin was saying, stealing a fry from you as he glared at the door. "But my god, if you're allergic to tomatoes, you shouldn't be eating ketchup anyways!"
You stifled a laugh, trying to hide behind your laptop. Justin's family made the best subs in Manhattan, so various characters wandered in and out over the years. Between Mimi and her Japanese friends to even members of the JSA, the Sub Station had seen it all. No small surprise, you supposed, that the stupid mingled with them too.
"So how much was she trying to sue you for?" You helped yourself to another round of fries, dipping them in honey mustard sauce. "If it was anything less than six figures--"
"Cal?"
An unfamiliar voice was calling to you. Considering that your name wasn't Cal, and you were clearly enjoying a conversation with your best friend, you shrugged it off and continued, "They're hopeless if it was anything less than a hundred thousand."
"No, seriously," another unfamiliar voice was whispering to the first, "I don't think that's Cal. Why the hell would he be with Archer?"
Justin raised an eyebrow at you. Struggling to keep his face even, he mouthed, 'I think we've got a side order of delusional too.'
No kidding. You glanced over at the two girls near you, raising both eyebrows as you scrutinized them. They were both white, which kind of added credibility to the delusional theory. (Hey, you were whiter than white bread, and even you knew that white people were the most delusional. Maria and Justin only reminded you of it about a hundred times a day.)
The first - the one who had called you Cal - was a skinny little thing, with dark brown hair that was neatly tied in a braid, and a school uniform you didn't recognize. Yet she held herself confidently, with an aura that almost matched Sharpay's. Her best friend was shorter, with a pink streak in her hair that practically screamed goth girl. It would have, honestly, if the second girl weren't dressed in pink from head to toe. She was the unholy love child of Barbie and My Little Pony, and you half-wondered if your brain would ever unsee that mental image.
For the sake of your next film, you certainly hoped so.
Barbie girl continued, "Plus, they're not even dressed like we left them. I mean, Archer looks like a total nerd right now."
"Maybe that's part of his disguise," Braid girl whispered a little too loudly. "He's hiding in plain sight, right? No way he'd make it super obvious."
Disguise. Right. Like Justin had any big secrets he was hiding from the rest of the world.
"Do you need anything?" You said, lowering your laptop to look at them better.
The girls kept whispering to each other. You could barely make out snippets - something about not bothering two lookalikes - before the first girl said, "Um, Cal, you don't recognize me? Sophie?"
"Nope." You didn't even bat an eye. "You've got the wrong guy. I'm Peyton, and this here's Justin Russo. His family owns the place." You added a bit more proudly, "Justin's also the youngest guy ever to be in charge of a school."
Justin stomped lightly on your foot for that comment. Thankfully, Justin was nowhere near Tom's strength, and your foot would live to see another day.
You half-expected him to brush off the compliment, instead saying it could've happened to anyone... but instead, he was scrutinizing Sophie. He squinted, "Sophie... like Sophie Mercer? I've heard of you."
Sophie shot him a blank look. "I'd hope so, Archer."
"No, not for that." Justin looked bemused. "I've never heard of the guy. I was actually thinking, you're James Aetheron's daughter, right?"
(James who?)
Sophie stepped back, protectively holding her purse close to her. "Right..."
"It's nice to finally meet you in the flesh," Justin said, his entire expression softening as he watched her. "My dad was good friends with him. You might've heard of him? Jerry Russo?"
You suspected the explanation was more for your benefit than theirs, but it certainly caused Sophie's shoulders to sag in slight relief. "Yeah, I have," she said softly. "They fought together in--"
"Yeah." Justin coughed, sipping his soda.
"Sooo..." Sophie's friend leaned in, her eyes twinkling as she looked over at everyone. "I think we've got the wrong guys, Soph. Cause, you know, they're not trying to kill each other."
There was definitely a story here, and while you might have wanted it at another time, right now, you just wanted to keep eating. (Part of you was also far, far too confused to ask for clarification.) So you nodded in agreement, waving your French fry at them.
Justin, on the other hand, motioned towards the cash register. "You gonna order something?"
Sophie blinked, staring at the register before she glanced down at her purse. Sophie's friend spoke for her, "Yep, no worries! Sorry to bother you, uh... Peyton, right?"
"Right." You waved good-bye at them, watching as Sophie's friend eagerly ordered for the two of them, ordering that super salty red drink that Justin made primarily for his fiancee. As Justin had once put it, Juliet's diet was kind of unusual because of her rare genetic disease - and you didn't really understand medicine, so you didn't want a further explanation.
It was Justin who broke the awkward silence with, "Uh, that was weird."
"No kidding. Not every day we both get mistaken for someone else, right?" You rolled your eyes. "So how much was it? Six figures?"
"More like five, actually..." Justin laughed softly, leaning forward and finishing the soda he'd brought with him. "I mean, really. How many crazies am I supposed to deal with in my lifetime?"
As you raised your laptop screen, you could see Sophie and her friend staring at you from behind their sandwiches. While you didn't have a decent answer to Justin's question, you figured, if people like Sophie kept appearing in your life, it would be a hell of a lot of crazies.