A/N- First off, I need to clear some stuff up with this story…

Dana and Logan never married. They never had kids together, and they broke up after they graduated from PCA. I’m not sure if I’m going to include their story, because this does not focus around the parents AT ALL. I’m also not sure if Zoey and Chase’s kid will make an appearance, or if any of the other PCA gang’s kids will. I don’t want this to be typical, so I’m going to try to avoid stuff like that. Also, this is NOT a Dana/Logan story. They WILL NOT I repeat, WILL NOT get together in this story. So don’t beg me to do it, because they won’t.

Now that’s over with, so I’m going to explain this briefly, though it will be in the story. Dana married someone else, and had a kid around the same time Logan had a kid. Logan ended up being a director, because we all know he will be, and Dana is a dentist. (Don’t ask why, I have no clue…) Their kids are around 16 and in their junior year. They will be going to PCA, because I said so. Logan’s kid had attended PCA for the past 2 years, but Dana’s is just starting to go there. So, I think that clears up most of the questions you might have, but if you have more, feel free to PM me, or ask in a review.

Besides that, Read and review! The more reviews, the more I write, and the faster I get it up!

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“Keith, get up, come on! You’re going to be late!” A tired, moody, and all together pissed Dana Cruz was attempting to wake her son up. He tanned fingers touched the soft red blanket, concealing his arm. She lightly shook his shoulder, as another desperate try at awakening him. She looked over to her left at the standard black clock. The red numbers told her that there was only a half of an hour before her sister was going to pick up Keith. She ran her free hand through her curls, and sighed. Why wasn’t he waking up?

Oh yeah, he was her son. She briefly remembered a brunette and a hairdryer. Who’s the hairdryer, now Dana?

Well, this kid wasn’t getting a silent leaf blower, no doubt about that. He was getting up whether he liked it or not.

She thought of all her past strategies she used to wake up her son. Blow horn, water, her husband…

She settled on a blow horn, since water would make a mess, and her damn husband had left her.

That was partly the reason she was in this mess to begin with. See, it was the end of August. School around here never started before September, but Keith, he wasn’t going to a public school this year. Ever since Robert, her husband, had left the family, she had been struggling. The stress she was under was almost unbearable, but since Keith wasn’t in school, she could handle it. But now, school was starting, and she didn’t have the time or the energy to handle her son, and a full-time job. So, she did what any other single mother would do…

Send him to boarding school.

But this school wasn’t any boarding school; it was the one she had attended. PCA had hosted some of her best friends and best memories, and she was hoping Keith would enjoy it as much as she did. He was thinking otherwise. Just last night, he had told her he hated her, and that he wasn’t going to that goddamed school.

Fat chance, Keith, I’m your mother, and you’re going whether you like it or not.

Now, if she could just get him up….

As she walked into her bedroom to retrieve her blow horn, she felt the emptiness she had felt since May. Sometimes, she even slept in the spare room to avoid the loneliness. She snatched the horn off her bureau, reminding herself to clean it off later, and continued back towards her slumbering son’s quarters.

She lowered the horn to his ear, and whispered to herself, more than him, “This is what you get, honey,” before pushing down on the horn, and releasing the sound into his pale ear.

“AHHHH!!!” was all Keith let out before he fell off his twin mattress with a loud thump. Dana watched as her son groaned, and rubbed his side, before pulling himself into a sitting position. He looked at her with eyes not much unlike hers, and responded to her wake-up call with his newly matured voice.

“Goddamn it mom, would it have killed you to wake me up like a normal parent?” Keith scoffed, rubbing his eye and his ear at the same time.

“I tried, and you played dead. Now get up! Marielle’s going to be here soon, and you better be ready. You know how she gets when she’s late…” Dana said while rushing around the room, grabbing her son’s luggage and other needs.

“Mom, stop it! I can get my own stuff!” Keith was finally beginning to pull himself off the floor, and was watching his mother frantically run across the room, trying to grab all his luggage in her two thin arms.

“Keith, go get dressed! We don’t have much time!” Dana stopped for a full 5 seconds to scold her son, before immediately going back to running around the room. Keith groaned, realizing that he really wasn’t getting out of this, not matter how much he begged. So he walked over to the door, looked back in at his frantic mother, and let his feet lead him to the bathroom.

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He splashed his face with the cool water running from the sink another time, but he still didn’t feel awake. He looked at himself in the mirror and scoffed. He looked so much like his father.

The only thing he inherited from his mother was his caramel eyes, and her temper. Everything else, as for physical appearance, was his dad’s. Slightly curly raven hair grew long on his face, and his pale skin contrasted with it drastically. In fact, he always thought he looked something like a vampire, but maybe that was just him.

He had a classic rock look to him, with a grungy I-don’t-give-a-shit look in his eye. His usually spirit was gone, and he was leaving here for god knows how long. He’d do anything to change this, but he couldn’t, life just doesn’t work that way.

Keith swore, and picked up his toothbrush. He swore he wouldn’t like PCA, nothing about it.

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On the other side of the country, New York, to be exact, a girl with perfectly parted blonde ringlets smiled at her reflection. He lightly tanned skin glowed, and her green eyes surged with excitement for a new year in California. She ran her hand through her hair one more time, and winked at herself in the mirror before she took off for her room.

Charles, her butler, was already there, picking up her matching pink luggage set. 5 suitcases were loaded with clothes, make-up, and shoes. Her mattress, desktop, and entertainment system had left last week, and she carried her laptop in one of her two carry-ons. She decided to help Charles out, by taking one of the lighter suitcases, and lugging in down the spiraling staircase.

I better get there on time. Last year, Veronica took most of the closet space… Charlotte thought to herself. The plane ride was six hours long, and she wanted to get there on-time. Her jet better not screw this up.

She dropped her suitcase next to her two carry-on bags at the bottom of the staircase. She went into the kitchen, and looked at the gold-framed mirror near the dining room table. She checked her hair again, making sure it was absolutely perfect, and went off the say goodbye to her grandmother.

Charlotte was not an emotional girl, emotions were for the camera, she told herself. She wasn’t sad when she was informed of her parent’s death in a fatal car accident last month.

Well, it’s not like she knew them or anything. Barely anyone knew she was Logan and Noelle Reese’s daughter, since she was shipped off to live with her grandmother when she was only one. She vaguely remembered them showing up for her sixth birthday party, but that was 10 years ago. The most she remembered about them is that Logan was tall, and that her mom had the same eyes as her. And Charlotte was wearing a stunning pink party dress, but that had nothing to do with her parents.

Her father was a famous movie director, just like his father, and her mother was a French model. She inherited her mothers talent, but not her fathers, when she was 13, she thought if she could make films, her father would be proud of her and come back to meet her. Instead, she broke the camera within three hours, and gave up on her dream of Logan being proud not long after.

So, Charlotte Reese didn’t really care about them, whether they were dead or alive, or if they even cared about her at all.

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“I love you!” Was the last feeble attempt of Dana to say goodbye to her son. He had been so mad at her for making him go to this school, that she actually considered letting him stay. But, she knew she couldn’t do that. The money was in, and her mind was made up. He was going. Keith was not in charge, Dana was, and she was not going to let him make up her mind.

To her surprise, her son turned around, his luggage swinging with him, and gave a simple, “I love you too, Mom.” She watched as him and her sister loaded the luggage into the trunk of the black Hummer, and return to the passenger and drivers seat. As they pulled out, Dana waved, and Marielle blew the horn frantically, as Dana gave out a light chuckle.

It was nice to know some people still loved her.

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“So, why are you driving me again?” Keith asked his aunt as they drove down the highway.

“I’ve only told you this like ten times! The band and I have a gig like two minutes away from the school, so I volunteered to drive you,” Marielle explained to her nephew. Marielle was the lead singer to her band, Side Effect. They played all over California and bordering states. She was much younger than Dana, in her mid-twenties, while Dana was in her early forties.

“Sweet! Can I come?” Keith loved his aunt’s band, they were a mix of metal, grunge, and classic rock, and he loved to attend the shows.

“Whoa, no! Last time you went to one, Brent offered you coke,” she said, referring to her lead guitarist, who was drunk at the time, “If you’re mom ever found out about any of this, she’d behead me. I’d like to keep my pretty head, thank-you-very-much!”

“Ugh, you’re worse than my mom,” moaned Keith. These days, it seemed like Dana didn’t let him do anything. She didn’t trust him alone in the house, or living with her, and he couldn’t even go to his aunts gigs!

Marielle sighed, “Listen, kid, and listen real good,” she started. Keith new exactly where this was going, Auntie Ellie was going on one of her world famous rants, and he would have to endure it. Again. “You’re mom is doing what’s best for you! Just because you’re piece of shit dad couldn’t be the better man, and left you, doesn’t mean you can treat your mom like crap. I’ve known her my whole life, and she is doing the right thing. Suck it up, and go to this school, make new friends, and be a man!”

“EYES ON THE ROAD!” Keith yelled, as the car started to swerve. A high, girly scream left Marielle’s lips, and she jerked her steering wheel to the side. When she finally had the car back under control, she turned to her nephew and smiled.

“How about some Rush?” and then turned on the radio.

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Charlotte was sitting in her limo, waiting to arrive at her boarding school. She was almost there, 10 minutes, her driver told her. She could hear her cell phone ringing, most likely her roommate and best friend, Veronica, but she didn’t want to pick up. Charlotte was much too exited for the new school year.

As you might have guessed, Charlotte inherited the popularity gene from both her mother and father. She was the hottest girl on campus, and knew it. Most people were jealous of her looks, and all the boys wanted her. She was less of a whore than her father, but she’d had her fair share of boyfriends at PCA. She had been there for three years, after all.

She ran a hand along the leather seat she was sitting on, and returned it to her jean-clad lap. She was admired for her fashion sense, but never her grades. The only subject that ever interested her was history, for whatever reason that was, and one of the only A subjects she had.

Soon enough, she found herself pulling into Pacific Coast Academy’s long driveway, and admiring the groomed green lawn. She loved it here, and saw the lake sparkling just for her.

When she finally got to the school, she walked out, and breathed in the warm air. She only took her two small carry-ons, a backpack and her laptop case. She left the rest to the driver to pick up. Then, she clapped her hands, and yelled over the crowd of students.

“Charlotte needs her bags carried!” and before she knew it, a swarm of boys were grabbing one of her bags. She caught a glimpse of a black hummer driving away, and a tall, dark haired boy scoffing.

“Excuse me, but do you have a problem with my methods of luggage carrying?” Charlotte pursed her pretty pink lips, and placed her hands on her hips, giving the boy a strange look.

“Well, I might be new here, but I already know who you are,” the boy stated with an all-knowing gaze.

Now, Charlotte Reese was not used to being talked to like this. She didn’t appreciate this kid; no matter how good looking he was, to be talking to her, the hottest girl on campus, like this. And he was judging her! How dare him! Doesn’t he know who her father is, or rather, was?

Oh, yeah. No one did. Grr, this whole secret identity thing was really getting on her nerves. Just more reasons to hate her father!

“Oh, so who am I?” she crossed her arms, and arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow at this strange boy.

“Well, you’re either a Paris wanna-be, or you’re just a self-centered prima-donna with a rich daddy,” Wow, right on the dot!

Well, not the Paris thing, she’d met Paris. That girl was as dumb as she looked!

Charlotte smirked at the boy, “Well, you might want to know that I’m Charlotte Reese, and I’m the first and last person you’ll mess with on this campus,” She started, while checking her manicure, not looking up at him, “And you’re going to be sorry you even came to this school!” and with that, she turned on her heel, snapped her fingers, and the 3 boys carrying her luggage followed her.

“Whipped,” Charlotte heard the boy mutter, obviously addressing her bellboys. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, and responded to her new friends utterance.

“I know! Isn’t it just fabulous?” and she was off again

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After his brief encounter with Charlotte, Keith decided it would be a wonderful idea to find his room assignment.

He was assigned to room 155, Brenner Hall, and dragged his suitcases and other luggage there.

When he finally arrived, the door was open, and he walked in, to see that at least one of the beds was already occupied.

“Oh, you must be our new roommate?” he heard a voice say to him on the other side of the room.

He turned his head to find two boys, sitting on the floor playing poker. One was blonde, with long hair that lightly dusted his eyelashes. He had a much bigger stack of chips in front of him than the other, who had bushy, out of control brown hair.

“Yeah, where should I put my stuff?” asked Keith, who was still trying to figure out why only two people were playing poker in the middle of the floor.

“Right over on that bed,” said the blonde, pointing to the bottom bunk on the other side of the room, “We’re expecting Tom to show up sooner or later, but he can have the top bunk.” Keith wasn’t sure who Tom was, but he but his stuff onto the bottom bunk anyway.

“I’m Cam, but the way,” said the blonde, who stood up from his game of poker, and Keith noticed that he was at least a head shorter than him.

“Yeah, and he owns a belt-buckle for every day of the week,” piped up the other boy, who had also stood up, making him the tallest of the three.

“Oh, that’s just Nick,” explained Cam, “He’s just bitter because Charlotte broke up with him after only three days.”

“Dude, I told you not to tell anyone about that!” Nick retorted, obviously angry with Cam.

“Wait, did you just say Charlotte?” asked Keith. This couldn’t have been the same Charlotte he had just met.

“Yeah, Charlotte Reese,” Cam knitted his eyebrows, and brushed part of his blonde hair out of his face, “tall, blonde, self-centered. Why? Do you know her?”

“Yes,” started Keith, with a smirk on his face, “Yes I do.”

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“Veronica,” called Charlotte, “You here?” She had just arrived at her dorm, and she was looking for her best friend. She asked some of her other friends if she had seen her, and even called Cam, but he didn’t answer his phone.

Charlotte was dying to see her best friend after 3 months of separation.

“EEP!” shrieked the strawberry-blonde, and ran up to hug her friend. “You’re already here?” she asked, wanting to know everything that had happened over her best friends summer break.

“Yeah, the jet was faster than normal! I so exited for this year,” Charlotte started walking into her new room. She waved her hand as a signal to excuse the boys carrying her luggage.

“Me too! The room’s much bigger this year and Cassie isn’t coming back, so we have the room to ourselves!” dished Veronica.

“Finally, I couldn’t stand that girl!” Charlotte exclaimed, walking over to the other single bed. She sat down on it, and dusted off her jeans. She flinched at the sight of the school supplied mattress, and couldn’t wait until her own came.

“I know, right? I talked to Cam though, he says he got a new roommate, but that was like an hour ago, so I don’t know if he arrived yet.”

“Oh, really? I haven’t talked to Cam all summer. Same with Nick, but after that break-up last year, I wouldn’t expect him to be calling me,” Charlotte said, referring to her three day romance with one of her best friends. Someone had spread a rumor, (most likely Cam and Tom) that she liked Nick. Charlotte knew he used to have a huge crush on her, and he ended up asking her out. She had said yes, mostly out of pity, and broke up with him in the next three days. She wasn’t trying to be mean, but Nick was like her brother.

Ew, she had hated making out with him.

“Well, you want to go down and see them? I don’t really feel like unpacking,” the redhead groaned, and already started walking to the door.

“Sure, the moving guys that have my stuff won’t be here until tomorrow, anyway,” Charlotte said before taking her key, and closing the door behind her.

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There was a knock at the door, interrupting Keith, Nick, and Cam’s conversation. Cam yelled something that resembled ‘come in!’ and stayed sprawled out across his bed.

Then, a swish of red hair and a bubbly, “Hey boys…” followed the opening of the door. Keith took the girl in. She was short and petite, and had a glowing smile. He couldn’t see her eyes very well, but they looked brown. Long, strait, strawberry-blonde hair swept behind her as she plopped down on Nick’s bed, giving him a huge hug. Keith thought he saw a slight blush creep onto Nick’s face, but he must have been seeing things. From what he heard, Nick liked that Charlotte girl.

Speak of the devil…

A mass of curly blonde hair ran into the door, and tackled Cam’s relaxed figure on the bed. Keith wasn’t sure how she did it, but she discarded her heels before she landed on top of his new roommate.

“Cammy-poo, I missed you dearly!” said a babied voice of the one he heard earlier in the day. Cam smirked, and pushed the blonde off himself.

“Charlotte, I believe you met Keith already?” Cam said while sitting up strait, and running a hand through his hair.

“Keith? Who’s-“ but she stopped herself as she took in his face. The same person that insulted her earlier, the only one that wasn’t affected by her, was sitting on the bed across from her. He gave her a slight smirk, and she returned it.

Oh, what a year it’d be!

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A/N2- So, get the feel of the story yet? I’ll be introducing two more characters next chapter, and classes won’t start until chapter 3 or 4, if you’re wondering. There is a child of one of the original gang, and it’s pretty easy to find. There might even be two, see if you can pick them out.

None of the gang married anyone else from the gang, by the way. I might have one person from it teach at PCA, but he/she won’t have a major part. Read and review, please! I’m really excited about this! The next chapter might be up by next week, but it all depends on how much spare time/reviews I get.

P.S. - Two of the characters are related in this, guess which ones they are! (I won’t tell anyone if they’re right about this, or the parents. It will show up in the story sooner or later.)