A.N: Hey guys! So, how's everyone taken the news of how Victorious was cancelled? I for one who just found this out (I live on an island) have been crying bucket loads. I've been thinking up scenarios for possible Season . . . Five is it? Yeah, Season Five, and I must tell you they're dramatic. I mean in one of them I think the gang found out Robbie was a drag queen and Andre was having an affair with Michelle Obama. Not pretty. Anyway, this is my take on Victorious AU, where they gang doesn't know everyone, or they don't know them well enough. Beck and Jade aren't - *imagine tear splashed pages as you read this* - together at the start, but just wait and see. If I was Dan Schneider I so would have made this into a spin-off movie or something cause I really love where this is going. That sounds like I'm bragging, but honestly I'm not. I just really like the plotline for it, my writing, isn't really that good. Ooh, by the way, I need to warn you I'm British, so sorry if I don't do you Americans justice with currency, grades, terms etcetera, etcetera. Please review, negative or positive I don't mind. Any advice would be welcome! Thank you!

"No!"
The bubbly little red-head jumped up and down, her large hazel eyes filled with innocence and pleading. She pouted, causing the fair-skinned girl beside her to groan. The contrast between the two was very evident, with the smaller girl wearing light pinks and baby blues, her skin bronzed and smooth, complimented by a glittery lipgloss. Her firetruck red hair simply highlighted her unique and giggly persona. Her friend however, was the exact opposite. She wore heavy eyeliner, bringing out her pair of intense turquoise eyes. Her hair was smooth and dark like a raven, with bunches of bright green curls mingled in. Everything she wore was flattering, yet rather toned-down gothic. The pair were quite peculiar to see beside each other, talking and behaving like best friends, which was exactly what they were. Best friends. Ever since kindergarten, the two girls had hit off perfectly. It was sweet, in a rather cliché way; the bipolar eccentric and the rebellious badgirl forming an impossible friendship in unlikely circumstances. But with Jade West and Cat Valentine, nothing was predictable.
"Pretty, pretty please!"
"I've told you a million time I'm not coming!"
"But Paris won't be the same without you Jade!"
"Is Robbie coming?"
"Yes."
"Then can't you just go with him?"
"No I want my best friend with me!"
"But you'll just be off cannodling with Robbie most the time!"
"Well it is the City of Love! And he's my boyfriend!"
"I refuse to be a third wheeler!"
"But there's going to be other people!"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Robbie said I could bring you if he can bring his friend! Who knows, you might fall in love!"
"No, no, no! I'm not hooking up with any of Robbie's friends! That thought actually makes me throw up in my mouth."
"Ah, please Jade!"
"No Cat!"
"You can bring a friend too, then!"
"Any friend?"
"Any! Just not Mickey, his face tattoo scares me. Why have tears permanently inked onto your face! Its not normal!"
"I could bring Andre."
"So you're coming!"
"Nope."
The irriatated red-head whined, a cute little noise, that sounded like a lonely puppy's. She clutched hold of Jade's arm, and shook it, begging as her friend moaned. When she realised that Jade wasn't going to give in, Cat instagated another idea. She crawled to sit on the wooden floor, and looked up at her friend. Jade gave her a threatening look, shaking her head slowly. Cat smugly grinned, then wrapped her arms and legs round her, clinging for dear life. Jade tried to raise her leg in an attempt to get rid of the red-head, with no sucsess. It took another couple of minutes until she cried out with annoyance.
"Fine I'll come!
"Yey!"
Cat scrambled to her feet and then skipped off towards the open door, grinning with victory.
"But I'm bringing Andre!"

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The next morning was quite laid-back, even with the expected chaos of packing and checklists and such. Jade wasn't a morning person, but faced the early start with a relatively positive attitude – or as positive as she could get.
Her bag was filled with clothes, tolitries, and more clothes. Her handluggage was overflowing with her PearPod, a pair of headphones, a black notebook, passport, money, phone and other nesscessatities. She exhaled deeply, bags in hand, and opened her front door of her apartment and greeted the equally prepared man knocking her door.
"Still can't believe you allowed yourself to be overpowered by her" the dark-skinned boy chuckled, as the sat on the steps of Capital Coast Apartments in Hollywood, bags by their feet as they talked and laughed.
"I wasn't overpowered! I was just . . . manipulated. Cat can get very manipulative when she wants to be. "
Andre smiled, as the pair sat patiently awaiting Cat and Robbie's 'special transportation'. Jade just could not wait to see what the too wacko's had arranged for them all.
Andre and Jade's relationship was similar to Cat and Jade's, just not as deep nor had they been friends for just over fourteen years. They had met in Hollywood School of Performing College, where both had opted to study Theatrical Performing. They had not exactly became fast friends, but after they had continuouly been paired up on countless occassions, they realised that they both had a lot in common, and there talents combined was pure genius. They'd stayed in touch after Jade had been picked up for a record deal, and she even denied all the typical Hollywood songwriters, and layed the responsibilities on Andre, who together, create magic. Not in a dirty way though, that would be wrong on so many levels.
Suddenly, the blasting beats from Dr Rhapsody's 'Five Fingaz To The Face' boomed down the street, attracting the attention of every occupant in Capital Coast. A shining, multicolour bus, two stories high and eight meteres long, with all its peculiarities and rainbows, it practically reaked 'Cat Valentine'.
Jade facepalmed whilst Andre just froze, completely bewildered.
"Oh my God, please don't be - "
"Hey!"
The hyperactive red-head literally launched herself off the bus and cheered. A brunet followed in pursuit, yet much calmer. His glasses askew, and short hair all curly, he looked perfect for the role of a brown haired Timothy Busfield from Revenge of The Nerds. He was clearly excited, but nothing compared to his girlfriend.
"Is that Cat?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
Andre seemed mortified to be standing even within a hundred meters from the party bus, whereas Jade reacted as if it was completely normal. And when you've known Cat as long as she had, you get used to it. It's all part of the 'experience' some might say, being best friends with a maniac.
"Cat, Robbie this is Andre, Andre, this is Cat and Robbie."
"Hi, Andre. It's so nice to finally meet you!" Cat said, warmly.
"Thanks, its great to meet you too."
"We loved 'Okay', such brilliant lyrics. It inspired me to resume my songwriting passion" Robbie told him, bashfully.
"Oh, you write songs?"
"I don't really think that song about Baby Skin really counted, Robbie, do you?" Jade teased.
"Wait, Baby Skin? Dude, that's kinda freaky."
"Bubbles!" Cat screamed, causing all three to look at her with questioning expressions.
"Sorry, I felt left out."
Robbir lovingly kissed the top of her head, causing her to giggle, and she wrapped her arm around his waist as the pair walked back to the party bus, motioning for Andre and Jade to follow.
Jade smiled, softly, as she saw the couple laugh with each other. It gave her a warm feeling inside, yet wouldn't admit it to anyone. It made her happy to see Cat so happy. She knew however messed up her life gets, she always have non-corrupted, innocent little Cat by her side.
"You have some pretty . . . out-there friends, don't you?"
"You can call them retards, I don't care. They technically are anyway."
"Fair enough. Now, come on! I want to get myself to Paris!"
Andre ran down the steps, screaming and jumping about, as Jade just threw her back and laughed. Jade was finally convinced that Cat was right to drag her into this. Who knows, it could be fun?

"Brace yourself" Jade whispered to Andre who stood beside her, as they waited for Robbie's friend to arrive, the scorching rays of the sun beating down on them. Andre snickered.
Suddenly, a gleaming black Lamborghin Aventador pulled up outside the golden gates of an impressive mansion. Andre whistled his appreciation towards the beautiful car. A shaggy-haired boy stepped out, seemingly in slow motion. He was clothed in a red flannel shirt and combat jeans, a rather laid-back look for a potential billionaire, judging by the size of his house, and the tidyness of the chauffeur driving the Lamborghini.
He was rather tanned, and his muscles were clear to see through his shirt. Jade's jaw dropped, due to the sheer godliness of the man.
"Rich and gorgeous, I think I may need to go introduce myself" Jade sighed, still muttering into Andre's air. She stepped her ankle-booted foot forward, and prepared to descend on him, until another figure appeared out of the car. Jade slunk backwards again, hissing "mission abort, mission abort!".
"Robbie!" the brunet boy cheered.
"Beck" the boy with glasses replied. The two greeted each other, when the figure attached itself to Beck's arm.
"I hope you don't mind me bringing my girlfriend."

A.N: Dun dun dun! Its pretty obvious who the girlfriend is, but if you don't know, its fine. I probably wouldn't have guessed it. If you do want to take a guess, please leave a review! I crave your reviews! Thanks so so so much for reading, I really appreciate it! Oh, and by the way, if I got anything wrong (like American terms or misspellings or anything that doesn't make much sense) please tell me. I promise I'll do my best to live up tp Victorious fanfiction readers and writers high expectations! - Billie