Nickelodeon has invaded my brain. Good job, Nickelodeon. N-N-N-N-N-N-Nick-Nickelodeon.

Yeah. Anyway! Listen to "Tell Me That You Love Me", by Victoria Justice Featuring Leon Thomas III, and you'll understand better.


Andre loved her. It was obvious now that they had performed together. Andre had always been her pianist, but when they were performing together at the restaurant, it became clear. The way he watched her sing, the way he traced her face when they locked eyes, the way everyone could see he was savoring the evening, it was as if everything in the world was perfect for him. Singing a love song with a beautiful Latina girl that had a heart of gold, he wanted nothing more.

And everyone realized that he was in love. And that Tori wasn't.

She maybe had a crush on Beck, but that was it. She was oblivious to anything else in life except for her singing, her dancing, her school, her friends. But only her friends. Not any boyfriends.

Even Trina noticed, after a bit, when Tori had invited Andre over to work on a song for a play and their chemistry was so strong that even she couldn't ignore it. Andre would suggest something, Tori would playfully whine that she hated writing lyrics, and Andre would nudge her arm and they would work out a song that was so perfect that Trina was almost jealous that she didn't have the talent Tori had, and someone to work with that cared for everything you said.

That night, Trina realized that not everyone had a crush on her. Andre didn't give her a second look, but when it came to Tori, she was his world.

She made his eyes twinkle when she walked in the room. She was his air, his heart, and she had the capability to rip it out if she ever wanted to.

Not that she would ever want to; she was too pure and good. Everyone knew that.

Everyone but Tori.

And that night, at the restaurant, while they sang together of love finally requited, everyone pretended. They dreamed that Tori and Andre were together and that they were the happiest couple in the world and that they were hopelessly in love.

The object of affection and the lover were draped in golden imagination that night, and it was the best night of Andre's life so far.


Disclaimer yada yada in the mean time how did you guys like it? It's my first time writing for "Victorious", and I'm pretty sure I'll keep going.