Hey everyone!

I'm back! This is the awaited sequel to my story, Mine. I recommend you read that first before reading this, since it might be a tad bit confusing if you don't. Just so you know, this story will be really pushing the rated T boundary. It will have a lot more fluff that my last story. For those of you loyal readers returning, you might recognize some old characters (hint hint).

You guys should check out my new story on Wattpad. My account is Pineapplebuddy. If you like this story, or my other one, you might like my story on Wattpad.

Alright! Enough chatter! On with the story!

The glow of the television screen illuminated the otherwise dark RV, casting a glow on the sleeping form of Beck. Tori layed next to him, her head resting comfortably on his chest, his arm around her. Tori gazed blankly at the television screen, her mind a thousand miles away from the small, yet comfortable RV she had grown to love.

Tori sighed, closing her eyes shut as she nestled in closer into the arms of her sleeping boyfriend. Boyfriend. The word bounced around her head, and a small smile made its way to her face. Two months and the word still made her insides melt. She honestly could not believe that Beck and her had been dating for two whole months already. Her thoughts went back to their first kiss, right there in the very spot they were in. She remembered the day clearly. She also remembered the events that led to their first kiss...the events that made her run to him...

And suddenly the smile was wiped from her face, replaced instead by a frown. Her worries came rushing back, making her sigh as she clenched her fists.

"Uh...Tor...Tori..."

Tori's eyes snapped open, and she looked up to see Beck's eyelids flutter open, revealing a pair of warm brown eyes.

"Hey sleepy head," teased Tori, shooting him a grin.

Beck returned the favor, giving her one of his trademarks lazy grins, making her heart falter for a second. And then he was frowning, and he reached out to wipe away a tear that she did not know had fallen.

"What's wrong Tori?" He whispered, his dark eyes probing. Tori looked away, turning her body so that she was laying on her side, her back facing him. "Nothing...I'm fine."

He stayed quiet for a moment, and Tori thought he had dropped the subject. But then he was pulling her towards him, making her gasp.

"You're worried about your dad, aren't you?" He asked, his voice soft, soothing.

Tori squeezed her eyes shut, afraid that if she opened them, she would start crying.

"What if...what if he's not strong enough?" She whispered, surprising herself. She heard Beck sigh behind her.

"Babe...you can't think like that. Your dad is in rehab now. He went because of you. You gave him the strength to go, and now you are giving him the strength to keep on fighting. Your kinda special like that."

Tori smiled, and she wiped away a couple of stray tears. She suddenly felt a huge wave of emotion towards her boyfriend, and her heart thumped erratically. Looking down at her watch, she turned towards him again, giving him a small peck before sitting up.

"Its almost time for me to go. Your mom will have our heads if I'm not home in time." Ever since Beck's mom found out about Tori's situation, she'd taken it upon herself to look after Tori, treating her like the daughter she never had. And Tori was extremely grateful.

Beck sat up, grabbing her wrist and peering down at her watch. A mischievous smile appeared on his face.

"Mom said you had to be home by 12:30, right?" He asked.

Tori nodded, making him smile even wider. He leaned in close to Tori, making her breath hitch. She subconsciously leaned in closer, her eyes trailing to his full lips. Beck smirked, and he pressed the palm of his hand on her cheek. Tori closed her eyes, swallowing. He was so close she could feel his minty breath fan across her lips, and she was desperate for his lips to be on hers already.

"We have an hour left," he whispered, his lips centimeters away... And then he kissed her, his soft, tender lips pressing hard against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. His tongue slid between her lips, and she gasped, granting him entrance. Their tongues battled for dominance, a warm, slick dance. One that Tori never wanted to end. But end it did, for Beck pulled away, leaving her panting.

"I say we have enough time," he said, running a hand through his messy hair.

"For what?" Asked Tori, arching an eyebrow, although she knew full well what he ment.

"For this." With that he grabbed her, pulling her close to him, easing her onto her back. And when he kissed her, all her worries went flying out the window. Cause he had a a funny way of doing that to her.