Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious or any of its characters.
Author's Note:I got the impulse to write a quick story as a way to get my mind off school related things for a bit and since I haven't written a Victorious story in a while, I figured I should do one.
Beck sits at the edge of the hill overlooking the huge, lighted city. From his spot, it all seems miniscule. Every building, every person, every stage is just a tiny, insignificant speck that don't affect him. He looks across to the huge, block letters at a short distance and scoffs at them. Hollywood. How many things and people has he had to sacrifice to be a part of the superficiality of it all. A few years ago he never would have imagined that his dreams would be fulfilled at such rapid speed and yet, he has nothing to show for it. Besides the material things, there is nothing filling about his success.
He lays back against the moist grass and closes his eyes. He tries to think about the last time he was happy, truly happy, and for some reason it takes too long to figure it out. How long has it been? A month maybe two...perhaps more.
He slowly opens his eyes, still not having remembered his last moment of happiness. Looking up at the starless sky, he sighs and reaches for his phone which is laying just a few inches away from it. He pushes a key and the bright light of the screen illuminates his face. Nothing else comes of it, though. No missed calls or unread text messages. Just a screen staring back at him, offering no signs of happiness or redemption.
He starts looking through his contacts, in the hopes of stumbling upon a name he can call, a person who might hear him out and reassure him that everything will be just fine. He rolls his eyes and cringes at the sight of names that don't mean anything to him, of people who would not pick up or would and tell him off in a second. Names like Jade West and André Harris, whose friendships he betrayed to become a famous actor. Shame fills him as recalls the last encounter he had with them. Two people who had been there for him for years, he just tossed aside to make room for his dreams and for what? to sit miserably atop a hill, wanting a silent companion who will just sit beside him.
He continues scrolling until he reaches the last name. Tori Vega. The highlighted name of his ex-girlfriend makes his stomach drop. It's been almost a year since he last spoke to her and he's sure she wants nothing to do with him, not after how things ended between them.
Flashback:
Tori stands across the room, her arms folded across her chest and tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
"Tori, please. We've been through this before, it isn't the first time I have to leave for a bit."
"A bit? This isn't a bit Beck, it's three months."
"It will go by faster than either of us realize, I promise" he tells her from his spot on the couch. He looks away from her and starts skimming the script in front of him. After a dry spell, he finally got a role that will help him get the kind of career he wants. To work with an A-list director in a big budget film is all he's ever wanted.
"No it won't and you know that. Did you even consider us before you just signed up to do this movie?" she asks, her voice cracking.
"Of course I did Tori!" he says as he looks back up at her.
"No you didn't Beck. You didn't even ask me. You just come in today and tell me you're leaving for three months without even so much as asking me what I thought about it."
"I thought you would be happy for me" Beck says, his anger rising. He gets off the couch and stands across from her.
"Of course I am, but I some acknowledgment would have been nice. I'm in this relationship too. What am I supposed to do while you're gone? Just sit around and wait?"
"I'm not asking you to do that?" Beck replies.
"So what then?"
"Whatever you want Tori, do whatever you want" he answers. His chest is heaving slightly and his eyes are focusing on her.
Tori gasps and shakes her head. "I guess I don't have to make you choose between me and your career. The answer is pretty clear isn't?"
"Tori, I didn'-" he starts but she cuts him off.
"You did. That's your choice so I'm going to get out of your way."
He watches as she wipes hes eyes dry and heads to the bedroom they have shared for the past three years. He wants to go after her and tell her that she misunderstood and make everything okay but he can't. His feet won't leave their spot and his mind keeps telling him that he's making the right decision, to let her go.
He's still standing in that spot a few minutes later when she comes out of the room with a small suitcase in her hand.
"I'll come back for the rest of my things tomorrow" she says. He can tell she is trying hard not to cry, but her quivering lips show him how hurt she is.
He nods his head. No verbal reply or an attempt to stop her, just a noncommittal nod.
Tori shakes her head once more and turns towards the door. She reaches for the knob and hesitates and for a split second, he is hopeful that she has changed her mind. However, the feeling quickly dissipates as she opens the door and instantly closes it behind her.
Beck stares at the door wide-eyed, unbelieving of what just happened. Unbeknownst to him, this was the first in a long list of relationships he would sacrifice on his road to stardom.
End of Flashback
The memory of that night still makes him recoil in disgust. Having chosen his career over his relationship with Tori is something he has paid for ever since and though he's wanted to, he doesn't know how to make amends to her.
Beck sits back up and looks across at the shimmering lights of the city and then back at her name on his phone. He presses the call button and holds his breath as it begins to ring.
Author's Note #2: This might be a cliffhanger, still undecided if I want to continue it or let your imaginations decide where things will go from here with Beck. Hope you enjoyed it and hopefully I will hear from a few of you. Until next time.