My friend and I are going to be writing this together. It`s an experiment. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don not own Victorious. Dan Schnieder is probably afraid something like this would happen.


Begins on opening night of Jade's play, Well Wishes. (Wok Star) Season 1

Chapter 1

(Jade)

I busy myself with cleaning up backstage as the cast and crew leave in a slow, continuous trickle. An hour later they are all gone. I relish in the dark silence of the empty theater. Tonight was perfect. Beyond perfect. And I have Tori to thank.

Tori.

We had hugged. That was the closest we had ever been to each other. I shake my head to clear away the thoughts. It was Tori. Who cares? Nothing has changed.

I grab my purse off a chair and head for the door, pulling the keys to the theater out of my pocket. I am startled when Tori appears out of nowhere. She snorts when I jump in surprise.

"Tori," I say slowly. "I thought you went home."

"Oh, uh, I did. Or, I started to. I forgot my purse. "

Sure enough there it is, sitting on a chair in the back corner.

"Ok," I nod as she retrieves it. "Now you can go."

"Um, bye then," she says smiling genuinely before opening the door.

"Oh, wait Vega," I grab her wrist.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. For everything."

"You're welcome, Jade." She is close to me. I'm reminded of our hug. Of the scent of her perfume and the heat coming off her.

Out of the blue we are kissing. My eyes squeeze shut and the blood that pounds against my eardrums echoes through my skull like the distant thunder of a coming storm. Her face is sweaty and so are her hands as they hold my waist in a death grip. Mine wrap around her neck just as hard. Our bodies are locked together and it feels as though they will never come apart. I can feel her racing heart pound in time against mine, both our sternums ready to crack from the double assault. The closeness of our hug is nothing compared to this.

When we finally rip apart Tori is gasping for breath. "Oh my God," she breaths. "What was that?"

"You tell me," I say in astonishment. "I have no idea where that came from. We're girls. What the chiz? I'm dating Beck. I can't be gay. I mean, I'm not against that but, like seriously, what is going on?"

"We kissed."

No kidding. "Thanks captain obvious," I groan.

She gives me a sly look. "Don't you mean Catherine obvious?"

I laugh. "Sure. Whatever Vega."

"But we–"

I cut her off. "I don't want to talk about it! Go home!"


Somehow, I make it home in one piece. In the car my thoughts were anywhere but the road. I sit in my room and can smell Tori on me, taste her lip-gloss on my mouth.

What happened? She's Tori, sweet, gentle, patient. I'm me. I'm jealous, dark, judgmental, angry, and I overreact worse than Cat. I still have trouble understanding what Beck sees in me. What does Tori see? Does she see anything? Or was it the heat of the moment?

I drift off to sleep fully clothed on top of my still-made bed. In my dream, the dead butterflies on my walls came to life and attacked me. Each one had either Beck's or Tori's face.


I wake up an hour early sweating profusely. It is still dark out and it soothes me. Grabbing fresh clothes, I head to my bathroom to take a shower. I still smell faintly like Tori's perfume.

The steam from the water curls around me as I step through the glass shower door. It's too hot. My skin immediately turns the color of a cooked shrimp. I decide I don't care.

Tori seemed so confused. Was she over it now? Was she freaking out the way I was?

Mentally, I decide not to think about her. If only it was that simple. I can still remember the gentle pressure and mild ferocity of her lips on mine. I can still remember her hands on my waist. I wish there was something else I could think about.


School drags on slowly. I go the whole morning avoiding Tori. Eventually, however she corners me outside geometry.

"Jade," she calls sternly.

"What?" I snap back.

"We need to talk," she says quietly, still very serious. "Like, now."

"NO!" I begin to walk back towards the door to the classroom. The bell rings. I'm late.

"You can't just pretend it didn't happen, Jade," she persists.

I whip around. "Watch me," I say icily with a glare. The venom in my voice is enough to cause physical pain at the moment. I open the door and go in, leaving Tori dumbstruck in the hall.


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