Caillou Bieber (J.B/Caillou AU)

Zany Malik and Sharpie Evans

I scratched my bald head. We had arrived at the school, and Justin was getting his bodyguards to carry my luggage into my dorm room. I was just standing there and scratching my head like an idiot. Finally the bodyguards, named Crinkle and Sue, carried in my luggage. I turned to Justin.
"Who's my roommate?" I asked him. He grinned,
"You have two." Then he started laughing like an idiot. Idiocy runs in the family.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Nothing," he replied, still laughing. He walked down the hall. That idiot. I turned and strutted into the room. Then I gasped and fell over. It was huge!! And fancy. Justin may be and idiot, but he sure is rich. Then I remembered. Rosie told me to call her as soon as I got to my dorm room. Rosie and I were very close, unlike Justin and I. I picked out my cell phone from my pocket and dialed Rosie's number. It rang three times then she picked up.
"Hi, you!" She said.
"Caillou!" I replied. It was what we always said when greeting each other.
"So, how's the dorm?" She asked.
"To say the least, it's big and fancy," I replied.
"How about Justin? Is he being an idiot?"
"As usual."
Rosie laughed. "Well, I gotta go, I'll call you later!"
"Bye, Rosie." I hung up. Then I spotted a guy looking at me.
"Who was that? Your girlfriend?" He asked.
"It was my sister. Who are you?" I said.
"Zany. Zany Malik."
I raised a brow. "Do you mean Zayn Malik?"
"No!" He stomped his foot. "Zayn is my brother. I'm Zany. He quit the music biz, remember?"
I nodded. "Well, nice to meet you, Zany."
Suddenly the door burst open. In stepped a girl wearing everything purple. Her luggage was purple too.
"The Queen has arrived!" She screeched.
"Who are you?" Zany asked.
"I'm Sharpie Evans, of course!"
"Do you mean Sharpay? Like from High School Musical?" I asked.
"NO!" She screeched. A nearby window shattered.
"I can fix that," zany mumbled.
"Sharpay is my sister," Sharpie explained. "She's an idiot." I laughed.
"So is my brother." I said. Sharpie ignored my comment. "Well, I'd better get unpacked. Scream my name if you spot a cute guy," she winked at us and went into a bedroom.