This is horrible, I know. This was written a while back, when people still gave a damn about proper grammar. I was originally not going to post it because of its suckish nature. But I though maybe someone somewhere would enjoy reading this. If you want me to continue, leave a review. If you don't, leave a review. Simple.

Victorious and I used to date. But it broke up with me and went to Dan.

It's not mine.

Lives in a Bottle

Chapter 1: Flirts

Bar= Nineteen year-old's best friend.

The guzzling of beer isn't the (main) reason underage teens return time after time to clubs. It's the swell of emotion the get while successfully delivering a bogus ID and getting away with it.

Then the rush dies down when they're one bottle away from being tanked and they get a call like this.

"Where are you?"

"At… my… RV."

His hiccups are a dead give away.

"You're drinking."

"Babe, I'm not … drunk."

Shit.

"I never said you were."

"…"

Hiccup.

The half empty bottle grazed his expecting lips right before and angry girlfriend confronted him again.

"Forget it. I'm coming to get you. You're such an idiot."

He sighed and set the glass container on the lavish table before him.

"Love you too."

The call ended.

This kind of over protectiveness from Jade showed him that she still cared deeply about him. But he's a big boy and is capable of fending for himself.

She's care-free and dangerous by nature, but only with herself. Not him.

A soft moan escaped his mouth as he rose to exit the tavern. The scenery around him started to whirl. His balance faltered and he stumbled on his drinking buddy, Andre.

Beck chuckled half heartedly at the sight of his friend rolling around on the disgustingly appropriate pink tile.

Actually, he was only there because the "love of his life" Tori had found a new man to please her needs. (Bastard)

Beck extended a hand to offer some help to the love drunk pianist.

He didn't take it.

"Come on, dude. Jade's going be here any minute to get me."

The smirk that had adorned Andre's face promptly fell. Even when intoxicated, men understood to fear a potentially furious girlfriend.

He didn't need help getting up now.

The duo twirled and tripped out of the club and were greeted with the chill of night.

Their teeth began to chatter as Andre frantically searched for his car keys. He looked all around himself, on the floor even, and caused his dreads to fly everywhere.

"Man, where are my keys?"

In his desperation, he failed to notice a grinning Beck.

"I dunno."

Hiccup.

As Andre looked up, Beck spread his arms out in front of himself to add to his confession. But the object of the interrogation was lying in his open palm for all to see. Realizing his blunder, the teen swiftly enclosed the keys with his hand and hid both behind his back.

"How'd you get my keys?"

"I got em' while you were flirting with the bar tender."

Beck started to rock back and forth, as if his robbery was innocent.

"Can I have my keys back?" He took a step forward with his demand.

Beck's swaying ceased as his features became grave.

"You're drunk."

"You too."

Sharp. Quick. Undoubtful.

"Yeah," he began, "but Jade's coming to get me. You should come too."

For a split second, Beck thought that Andre had actually considered his invitation. But being the stubborn song writer he was, he wouldn't alter his decision.

"Beck." He stood with a stern look waiting for the item.

Beck stood a step forward and hovered the jingling keys directly in front of his schoolmate's face.

"Drive safe?"

"Always."

And with that, Andre scurried over to his worn out four wheeler. With nothing surrounding him but crickets and the soft hum of the night club behind him, Beck suddenly felt alone. Jade said she'd be coming, but who knew when she'd actually get here.

The roar of Andre's engine snapped him out of his thoughts.

Andre gave a slight wave to the boyfriend patiently waiting for his girlfriend.

As the vibration of his friend's motor disappeared into the distance, Beck began to fiddle with some stones.

He tested his strength by throwing and kicking them, feeling bad for the objects at times.

Then he heard the crash.