A/N: Here I am, once again... to write about Rori now and then. This is just something I thought of yesterday and decided to get on paper. Hope that it's to your liking.
Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious, the only thing I own is me, myself and I.
It was just another warm day in Los Angeles, when a five year-old Tori Vega angrily flopped down on a wooden bench in the middle of the playground of her new school. Even though the sun was shining brightly, the young girl couldn't possibly bring herself to be in a sunny, happy mood. She still couldn't accept the fact that she had to go to a new school. She'd been happy enough in 'York Avenue', her previous one. But then her daddy got a new job and they just had to move house, all the way to California. It wasn't fair that she had to say goodbye to all of her good friends. Back in New York, everything had been so familiar. She'd known all the kids in the neighborhood and they'd often played together in the little school. Here, she didn't know anyone. There were no other kids at all in the street she lived, just boring adults. The Vega's house back In Manhattan had been cozy and small, while their new place was way too big for Tori's liking. Just yesterday, she and her older sister Trina had even gotten lost, while trying to find the way to their bedroom.
No, Tori didn't care for the stupid house at all. And as for this school, well it would probably also be stupid: super-mega-gigantically-stupid. She'd been sitting on this bench for ten whole minutes now and she still hadn't plucked up the courage to talk to any other boys or girls. It scared her immensely, being surrounded by all these strangers. " Just be nice to everyone and it'll all be okay. You'll make some new friends in no time, I promise", her mommy had reassured her, right before she'd dropped her off. But how could she be nice to people she didn't know? She pouted sadly, she didn't want to be here. She wanted to go back to the environment she knew. She wanted to go back to her old home and her old school. She'd never make friends here, she saw it in the other childrens' facial expressions. They all seemed to be looking at her funny, no doubt cause she was the new girl. She sighed deeply, before making a decision.
She slowly stood up from the small brown bench and hesitantly made her way over to a group of girls. They were jumping rope and they seemed to be having lots of fun. She shyly tapped one of them on the shoulder, while nervously biting her lip. Said girl: a tall blonde with blue eyes, slowly turned around with an annoyed look on her face. " What?", she snapped. Tori flinched, taken aback by her attitude. " Ca…can I play?", she asked. " No." The girl said defiantly. " Why not?", Tori asked, with a hint of disappointment in her voice. " Because we don't know you, duh." The tan girl managed a smile, as she extended her hand and said: " I'm Tori Vega. Now can I play?" The other girl squinted her eyes and completely ignored Tori's friendly gesture. " I'm Stacey, but you still can't play with us." " Why not?", the tan girl asked, becoming desperate. " Cause you look all weird, plus you've been sitting over there…" Stacey pointed at the bench. …on your own the whole time. Nobody came to talk to you. Therefore you must be a freak." Tori worried her lip, as she emotionally stated: " I'm not a freak." " Are too, now get away from us, you freak.", Stacey taunted. As if that wasn't worse enough, the girl standing behind her joined in. " Yeah, leave us alone, creep. Go back to where you came from." That had been the final straw for Tori, she quickly ran away crying, leaving four laughing girls in her wake. She'd been right, she thought, as she went to sit in the sand-box. The people in this school weren't nice at all. She held her hands in front of her face, as inevitable tears came leaking down her chin. The Latina was so caught up in crying, that she didn't notice the sand suddenly moving beside her. She was only alerted, when a voice said: " Hey, why are you crying? You're making the sand go all soggy."
Tori looked up to be met with the sight of a lanky, curly-haired boy with glasses. " What's wrong?", the boy asked, concern evident in his tone. " Those girls wouldn't le…le…let me play with them." " What girls?", the boy asked, genuinely curious. " Them wi…with the jump-rope.", Tori sobbed, pointing a shaky finger in the direction of the culprits. The spectacled boy got a knowing look on his face: " Ooh them, yeah they're always mean to me too." " R…really?" " Yeah, see my puppet right here?", he asked, holding up a wooden doll. The crying girl nodded. " They always try to take it away from me. They call me names, like: weirdo or puppet geek or four-eyes. It's no fun at all. I'm always being nice to them, but it doesn't help. They really scare me sometimes." He paused, before asking: "Did they upset you very bad?" Tori nodded frantically. " They ca..call…called me a freak and a creep and told me I looked weird." " I'm sorry.", the boy said, as he pouted and hesitantly placed a tiny hand on one of Tori's even smaller ones.
They smiled briefly at each other, before Tori broke the silence. " What's your name?" " I'm Robbie, Robbie Shapiro. My mommy always calls me Robert, but I don't like that at all. This is my puppet: 'Rex'. What's your name?" Tori… Tori Vega." " Nice to meet you. You know, you don't look weird to me." " I don't?", Tori asked, her tone laced with insecurity. " No, you look smart.", Robbie said, smiling at her. The tan girl smiled back at him, through her tears. " Thank you, Robbie." " You look smart and real pretty too.", the little boy mumbled quickly, as he bashfully averted his gaze to look at the sand. " Thank you.", the girl said, blushing a little." " You're welcome.", Robbie said softly, squeezing her hand. " You're nice Robbie. I like you." " I like you too… I think. You're pretty cool… for a girl. The other girls are always saying nasty things to me. Daddy says they're just teasing and they mean no harm, but I know they don't like me." There was another brief pause in the conversation, then Tori said: " You don't deserve their teasing, you're very nice." " Well, you don't deserve their teasing either and just so you know: you can always play with me and Rex." " Thanks." Tori said cheerfully, as she beamed at the boy. She'd only just met him, but she already felt some sort of a connection to him.
Tori had never been friends with a boy before, so it was only natural that she was nervous to ask him her next question. " Wanna be friends?" " I don't know, I never really had a friend before. What's it like, being… friends?" Tori smiled, as she remembered her friends back in New York and started explaining: " It's very fun: friends do everything together. They play together and sit next to each other in school and… and tell each other secrets." " Oh.", Robbie said, as he listened, amazed by this new information. This whole friends-business sounded pretty good. " But it's not just that: friends also make each other feel better, when one of them is crying.", Tori went on. " Oh.", the boy said again. Tori suddenly looked at him, surprised. " You never had a friend before?" Robbie shook his head. " No, nobody ever cared before you came along. They all say I'm weird and freaky and nobody ever sits next to me. That's mainly because Stacey told everyone I got cooties. ", he explained, with a pouty face. The tan girl smiled sympathetically at him and tightened her hold on his hand. " I'm sorry." " That's okay." The pair sat in comfortable silence, till Robbie asked: " Hey Tori?" " Yeah?" " Did…did I make you feel better just now?" "Yes." The boy nervously licked his lips, before asking: " Sooo… are we… f…f…friends?" He brought out the last word in a stutter, since 'friends' was a whole new extention to his vocabulary. " We're friends.", Tori said, smiling brightly, as she interlaced her fingers with those of her first, official Californian friend.
A/N: So did you love it or do you virtually want to hunt me down for starting the suckiest Rori story ever? If you choose the latter, please don't shoot me! The voices told me to write it! LOL, crazyness. Render me back to normalcy with a review and I'll love you. hugs, kisses and love( preferably between Robbie and Tori) XOXO Rori girl.