Story takes place in waverly place where the Russo family runs a subway shop. Alex russo the second russo child is in love with Dean but things between them are'nt going fine.
Y/N and his sister are new in town. Nobody knows why they came or where...
Tribeca Prep high school bustled with students, and in the midst of it all, Alex held her stall, selling t-shirts adorned with her self-designed "Punk Dollhouse" logo. The energetic teenager couldn't help but flaunt her merchandise with pride.
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"Alright, who's next in line for buying one of my T-shirts?" Alex's voice rang through the school hall. Students eagerly gathered in a line, drawn by the allure of her unique creations. Among them, her brother Justin, the student body president, was surprised to see such a long queue forming.
"Hey, Max, what's going on here?" Justin inquired, approaching his brother Max.
"Alex just released her Punk Dollhouse T-shirts," Max informed him.
"I've seen that logo before. She put those stickers all around campus, in the gym, and even in the boys' bathroom," Justin remarked, nodding in acknowledgment.
"Correction, I put those up in the boys' bathroom," Max clarified with a grin. "You know, I've got a part-time job there. I hand mints and towels to the football team. Sometimes I gotta tell them, 'Mints you eat, towels you rub.'"
"Hey," Y/N greeted Alex as he walked up to her stall, a warm smile on his face.
"Hey! Here to buy one of my T-shirts?" Alex asked, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
"Yeah, sure. How much is it?" Y/N inquired, genuinely interested.
"Fifteen bucks," Alex replied with a smile.
"You just sold everyone else for 10 bucks?" Y/N teased with a playful grin.
"Yes, but for you, it's fifteen," Alex responded mischievously.
Y/N handed over the money from his pocket, chuckling. "Well, okay. Here you go."
"Psych, Y/N!" Alex exclaimed. "I was just kidding. You can have it for free."
A warm smile crossed Y/N's face. "Thanks, Alex. You are so sweet."
"Sweet?" Alex laughed in her iconic way. "Sure," she said with a grin.
Meanwhile, Justin approached the stall, taking hold of Alex's hand, and pulling her aside. "Alex, you're selling T-shirts on school property, which falls under my jurisdiction. So, I'm gonna have to suggest you pay a mandatory 75% allowance tax to the Student Collective Activity Movement—The SCAM," Justin said, grinning deviously.
Alex crossed her arms, skeptical. "That's not a real thing."
"It has an acronym, so yes, it's a real thing," Justin stated, maintaining his playful demeanor. "The money is going to great school causes. You have nothing to worry about."
Alex sighed in resignation. "Uh, fine. I will give the school a cut."
Justin chuckled. "Oh, how generous of you. You didn't have to do it—oh, wait, you did."
