Beck walked down the streets, kicking a pebble with his feet lightly. He was getting sick of Canada. Sick of not knowing who his father was. Sick of knowing that there was a greater land where his father lived in- Los Angeles, California, U.S.A. And he was going to go there. He was a Navy Seal, and that was his advantage. His dad worked at Hollywood Arts High School, and was someone who apparently worked there. His dad must've been important enough to fall in love with his own mother, who had passed on recently. Beck was living with his girlfriend now, in a tiny brick house off of some crappy cobblestone street. He knew that his father needed to know that his son was alive, and Beck knew that some day, he was going to need his father's help. He wasn't sure how yet, but the day would eventually come. He looked at the tiny house, seeing his girlfriend through the window, sweeping the floors joyfully. Beck sighed.
"Is there anybody going to listen to my story," he sang, "All about the girl who came to stay?"
She put the broom to the side and picked up a cloth. She drenched it in soap, then water, and then began scrubbing the wooden table as hard as she could. Beck smiled at the sight of her trying hard to keep everything perfect.
"She's the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry," he continued.
She dried off the table with a dry rag. She then grabbed the feather duster and began dusting off the cabinets. She had to stand on the tips of her toes to reach some parts of it, but nonetheless finished what she had started.
"Still, you don't regret a single day."
She looked out the window and saw Beck watching her.
"Ah, girl..."
She waved at him eagerly. He mock-saluted her. She stood up straight and saluted him back.
"Girl..."
She blew him a kiss and gave him waved again. He pretended to catch the kiss with his hands and pressed it to his lips. She put her hands over her chest and smiled. He loved that smile on her. Beck would definitely miss her while he was in America; no way could she go with the long hours she was forced to work at one of the local diners.
"Girl..."
The front door open and she ran into Beck's arms. He picked her up and spun her around. He hugged her tightly and inhaled the scent of pears in her hair. He put her down and the two exchanged a kiss.
"I'm going to miss those while you're gone," she said quietly. She sniffled and turned away. Beck frowned and turned her head so that she had to face him. She looked up and him and smiled as a tear rolled down her cheek. She wiped it was roughly and sighed.
"We'll have to make these last minutes count," Beck told her. They exchanged a second kiss. "Tonight, we'll have a fancy dinner in here."
"What about going out to the pub to see all of your friends?" she asked him. He smiled.
"We can have a party in our room instead," he said, winking. She laughed.
"I love you, Beck," she whispered in his ear.
"And I love you, Tori," he whispered back before they began kissing again. He picked her up, causing her to squeal in delight. He carried her back into their home and kicked the door shut behind them.