"Hey Tori," Andre Harris said as he approached the girl sitting alone on the stage, with a script
in her delicate hands. She looked up at him and smiled her blinding white smile.
"Hey!" She held up the script that she was holding, the cover bore the title of the new performance that
he Hollywood Arts kids were doing. "Do you wanna work on some lines?"
He grinned. "Sure," he said, "but first, we gotta talk." Her smile disappeared, and she looked a bit
nervous.
"Okay Andre," was her hesitant reply. "Did I do something wrong?" He swore that he saw tears form in
her beautiful brown eyes.
"No, you didn't, but I just gotta ask you something." Her smile returned.
He paused for a moment, gaining all the confidence in the world as he did so. He looked her dead in the eye, for he knew the next words would change everything.
"Do you love me?" His face was serious, hers was all shock. She didn't see that one coming, for no one did. Everyone else knew that he liked her-maybe loved her, but they didn't think he would actually go for her.
"W-What?" He sighed deeply, for he assumed her reaction would be just like this, full of confusion.
"I love you, Victoria Vega. I want to know if you love me too."
She pondered for a moment, before dropping the script on the floor. She then kissed him passionately, and wrapped her arms around him. When she pulled back, it was his face full of shock. She giggled.
"Yes Andre Harris, I do love you."
They got up and left, leaving the script on the stage. Tori and Andre could practice those lines anytime...
