Fabian Rutter, dark brown hair, green-hazel eyes, a total geek, and a totally cutie had just done the stupidist thing anyone could've ever imagined. He broke up with Nina Martin.

Fabian entered his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He walked over to his bed and sat down on the blue and white comforter.

Why? Why did I break up with Nina? he thought. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his mobile ringing.

The peculiar school bell rang and students exited their artistic classes. Dressed in a zebra print, v-neck, spaghetti strap top; a black, knitted, cover up jacket, light wash denim skinny jeans, black, heeled, knee high boots; the stunning Tori Vega exited her R&B Vocals classroom. Her shiny brown hair falling in soft waves down her back as she walked down the crowded hallway to her bright 'Make it Shine' locker.

Tori twisted the dial, putting in her combination. Her locker door swund open and she placed her Threatre History book inside. She closed her locker to find her bright red headed friend smiling up at her.

Tori jumped back in surprise, placing a hand over her heart.

"Geez, Cat. You scared me," Tori breathed.

"Guess what?"

"Uhh-"

"They're serving strawberry ice-cream at lunch!" Cat interrupted. She grabbed Tori's small wrist.

"Come on!" Cat ran down the hallway, full speed, dragging Tori along with her.

Tori and Cat stood in line at the Grub Truck as Cat ordered herself ice cream.

"Here ya go," Fetus handed Cat a Styrofoam cup filled with soft serve strawberry ice-cream. Cat raced to the table, where Beck, Robbie, Andre, and Jade were seated.

"What would you like, buddy?" Fetus asked Tori.

"I'll have ziti pasta with a side of Caesar Salad, a wheat roll, and a bottle of water," Tori ordered.

Fetus' head disappeared inside his truck and return a few moments later with Tori's order. Tori grabbed the items out of Fetus' hands and eyed the pasta.

"Is this whole grain?" Tori asked.

"What are you a dietian?" Fetus replied. "Next!"

"What would you like?"

Tori turned and walked away from the Grub Truck as Fetus spoke to the next person in line.

Tori made her way to friends, the wind blowing ferociously in her hair. Tori approached the round table.

"Hey, guys!" Tori greeted. She set her lunch on the table.

"Ugh. What is with the wind today?" Tori complained. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to tame it.

Once her hair was decent, Tori sat down between Beck and Robbie.

"So..." Tori started. "Whatcha guys talking about?"

"Robbie's having trouble with his blog on TheSlap, again," Andre explained.

"No one's watching," Robbie elaborated. "I don't know what went wrong."

"I told you," Rex commented. "Hot girls playing volleyball."

"And you are always welcome to join." Rex said to Tori. Tori rolled her eyes.

"Well, I'm sure you'll find something," Tori patted Robbie on the arm. She dug into her pasta.

"Hey, you guys want to go to the beach?" Andre asked. "It's a half day. More fun in the sun."

"I don't know, man," Beck replied. "I'm not sure I want to be outside with this wind." Beck flipped his head back, flipping the untamed hair out of his face.

"I'll go!" Cat grinned. "I love beaches."

"I'll go, too." Tori said. "But I'll have to wait till after my mom gets home. Trina not there and I don't want her to get worried."

"What about you, Jade?" Andre turned to his raven-haired friend.

"No," Jade stated, taking a bite of her vegetable burrito.

"Come on." "You know you to." everyone teased Jade.

"Fine. But I'm only going 'cause I want," Jade stated.

"Robbie?" Andre turned to his Jewish curly-haired friend.

"Can't. Rex and I are going to the museum."

"I never said I was going," Rex told Robbie.

"You promised!" Robbie exclaimed.

"The museum?" Beck repeated. Robbie nodded.

"Man, wouldn't you rather go to a beach, with girls in bikinis, rather going to a museum filled with kids and old people," Andre stated.

"I don't know," Robbie said. "They're having a great deal on admission today."

"You don't have to pay anything to go to the beach," Beck mentioned.

"But-" Beck raised his eyebrows, silencing Robbie.

"Alright," Robbie sulked. "I'll go."

The school bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and the end of school.

"I'll see you guys, later," Beck said, standing up with his garbage. Cat stood up, too.

"BYE!" Cat waved as she and Beck left the table together. Jade soon stood up and left the table.

"Hey, Andre. Can you give me a ride?" Tori asked, grabbing her half eaten lunch.

"Yeah, sure," Andre replied. He, Tori, and Robbie stood up.

"I'll see you guys at the beach," Robbie said before making his way over to his bike.

"Bye!" Tori and Andre called after him and headed towards the student parking lot.

Andre pulled up into Tori's driveway.

"Thanks for the ride." Tori gave Andre a hug, which her returned. "I'll see you later?"

"Yeah." Andre nodded. Tori got out of the car, shutting the passenger door behind her and walked up to her front door.

Andre honked as he reversed out of the driveway. Tori gave Andre a final wave, which he quickly returned before driving off.

Tori entered her house, dropping her bag on the floor. Her lunch in hand, Tori walked into the kitchen. She placed her pasta into the microwave and set it to one minute before starting it. She sat down at the kitchen table and started fixing up her salad.

By the time she finished, the microwave beeped, letting Tori know her food was finished. Tori grabbed the hot pasta out of the microwave and her salad and roll off the kitchen table and walked into the living room. She sat down on the red-orange couch and switched on the TV before digging into her reheated lunch.

A bored Tori, now dressed in a simple elbow sleeve shirt and sweatpants, flipped through the television channels as there was nothing to do. Finally, Tori shut off the TV and picked her PearPhone off the coffee table.

She quickly skimmed through her contacts to see who she could talk to.

Allison
Andre
Aria
Audrey
Beck
Bonnie
Brian
Britney
Carly
Cat
Courtney
Danielle
Danny
Erica
Erin
Ethan
Fabian
Freddie
Gabi
Henry

Tori stopped and scrolled back up to the F's.

Fabian.

Tori tapped the contact and dialed the number.

Fabian looked at his phone screen.

Incoming Call

Tori Vega

Accept Decline

Fabian quickly pressed 'Accept' before putting the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hey, Fabes!"

"Hey, Tor. What's going on?" Fabian asked.

"Nothing much. Singing. Dancing. Getting hit on by Sinjin. Talked to a hot senior. Hating The Dingo Channel. You know, the usual."

Fabian chuckled, lightly. "What about you?"

"You know, homework. Amazing food. Weird housemates. The usual."

Tori rolled her eyes. "Such a loser," she mumbled, causing Fabian to chuckle yet again.

"Hey, can I ask you a quick question?" Fabian asked.

"Sure," Tori replied.

"If you told a guy that you just wanted to be friends with him, what would be your reasoning?"

"Depends. Were we friends and he asked me? Did we just meet and he asked me out? Were we already dating?"

"Any of them."

"Well," Tori began. "Either I really don't like the guy and I'm trying to let him down gently, I only see him as a friend, or I really don't want to date him anymore, but I still want him to be in my life."

Fabian nodded, though he knew Tori couldn't see him.

"What about if a guy you liked told you he just wanted to be friends? What you think?" Fabian pondered.

"I would think he doesn't like me and I would be completely and utterly heartbroken."

Fabian mentally groaned.

"Why?" Tori questioned.

"It's a long story, but basically I broke up with Nina today and told her I wanted to be friends."

"Wait. Nina? Nina Martin? The girl you were completely in love with and dumped me for?"

"Tori. You and I both know I broke up with you waaay before I even met Nina," Fabian stated.

"I know. I'm just messing with you. Sheesh. Lighten up," Tori replied. "But seriously why did you break up with her?"

"I don't know," Fabian groaned. "It's just... you know, Nina and I were friends and then we started going out, but we haven't really been on many dates. Maybe like one, which didn't go well since we were interrupted. And one of my housemates was telling me that, you know, I would eventually be thrown back to the buddy bench."

"Fabian?"

"Yeah?"

"That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. This girl is crazy about you! She wouldn't throw away a perfectly good relationship before it even started. Not all girls are that shallow," Tori explained.

"So what do I do? Do I go back to her and tell I didn't mean it?"

"NO!" Tori exclaimed.

"What?" Fabian was completely and utterly confused.

"If you go back to her, especially less than thirty-six hours after the break up, she's not going to take you back. She's going to think you're one of those 'change my mind all the time' guys. She's gonna think you didn't think it completely through before you talked her. What you need to do, is wait. Two days. That's the perfect amount time. It'll give you and her time to think over the break up and your feelings. Then, when you talk, make sure you're alone, and explain to her why you broke up with her and why want her back.

Now, it may not the way want. Like I said, you're reason was the stupidest thing I've ever heard. She may be offended by that the fact that you thought she would break up with you just because you didn't go on many dates. Or by the fact that you listened to you're housemate rather than you're heart."

Fabian took a few moments to absorb everything Tori had just told him. Boy, was he glad he had a friend like Tori Vega. She was one of those people who would always know what to say and would always help people whether she liked them or completely despised them.

"Listen," Tori said. "I have to go. I'm meeting Andre and everyone at the beach. I'll text you later okay?"

"Yeah, alright," Fabian replied. "Tell everyone I said 'hi.'"

"Alright. Love ya, brosky."

"And you can you me a loser," Fabian said. Tori guffawed. "Love you, too."

"Ciao."

"Au revior."

"Adios."

"Bye."

Fabian hung up his phone and placed it on his nightstand. He quickly glanced at the clock and noticed it was a quarter to eight.

Fabian sighed in content as leaned back on his bed, back resting against the soft, thick, fabric of his comforter.

"Two days," Fabian murmured. "Two days."

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