Welcome to my new fic. This is a multi-chap influenced by my one-shot named 'Rooming Together' in 'Jori Collection'. I changed some of it up to make it fit a multi-chap instead of a one-shot.
This takes place after both finales of 'VicTORious' and 'Sam & Cat', and after they all graduate high school. Beck and Jade are still together, but not for too long. This will be a Jori relationship fic, other pairings undecided. I might have characters from 'iCarly' and 'Sam & Cat' in here as well, but hopefully not enough to make this a crossover.
Disclaimer: I don't own 'VicTORious' or any characters in here, just a few OCs on occasion.
Jade POV
"What do you mean I can't live here alone?" I ask the woman at the desk in front of me, the one in charge of the apartments.
"I'm sorry, but there are only two-bedroom apartments available. We're not allowed to let only one person move into an apartment that size." The woman, a Miss Jarvis, says. And yes, I made fun of her and asked where Tony Stark is.
"You told me there were a few one-bedroom apartments. How the hell did they get filled up and why wasn't I called about any of them?" I ask, glaring at the woman.
"There were people in front of you. We couldn't jump to you just because of your father." Miss Jarvis says, looking away from my glare.
"So what the hell am I supposed to do? I was told that I would be called." I ask, clenching my fists.
"I'm sorry, Miss West. There's nothing I can do." Jarvis says, looking at me.
"Fine. What would I have to do to get one of the two-bedroom apartments?" I ask her, getting pissed.
"All you need is someone to move in with you and be able to help pay the bills. Surprisingly, there is no waiting list for the two-bedroom apartments." Jarvis says, grabbing a small stack of papers from a folder on the desk.
"That's it? That seems way to simple." I say, giving Jarvis a curious glance as I look over the papers.
"If things change, I'll call you. You're first on the list." Jarvis tells me.
"Good. I'll call you later Jarvis. Tell Stark I say good luck being Iron Man." I say, grabbing my bag and the papers, leaving the office.
After leaving the office, I head to my jet black 1970's Mustang. Driving to Beck's RV, I keep my thoughts on the news. After the ten minute drive, I pull into the parking lot where Beck's RV sits.
"How'd it go?" Beck asks me as I walk into his RV.
"There are no one-bedroom apartments. Only two-bedrooms. Where are you staying for college?" I ask him, setting my bag and jacket on his couch as I sit on his bed.
"Sorry, I can't attend the university with you. Not this year anyway. I accepted a job in Canada with my uncle. I'm staying in Canada until middle of next summer." Beck explains, locking eyes with me.
"What the hell do you mean, you're going to Canada?" I ask, standing up and walking towards him. "When the hell did you accept this job?" I ask him as I stop in front of him.
"I'm sorry. I accepted it a few months before Senior year started. I can't it back now, it's too late." Beck says, apologetically.
"So who else is there to ask? Cat's already got a place with Sam and their babysitting business still going strong. There's no way in hell I'll live with Robbie, especially because he still has Rex, and André is staying with his Grandma to watch her." I say, glaring at him as I turn around and sit back on the bed.
"What about Tori?" He asks, staring at me.
"NO!" I yell, cutting off whatever he's about to say after that. "There is no chance in Hell that I'll live with Vega." I say, standing up again. "I'm leaving. I only have three weeks to find a place, so excuse me so I can try to convince that Jarvis bitch from Cat's apartment building to give me one of the apartments." I say as I grab my jacket and bag and leave the RV.
I quickly climb into me Mustang and drive home, getting more on edge as I near what was once my house.
"Where were you?" My father asks in a deadpan when I walk into the mansion-like house.
"Talking to the woman in charge at the apartment Cat's at." I say, heading towards the door that leads to my basement room.
"And? What's the news?" He asks, attention on the newspaper in his hands.
"There are no one-bedroom apartments. Only two-bedroom. If I can't find a roommate, I'm screwed." I say, opening the door.
"Find someone quickly. I want you out before we leave for New York next month." He says as I open the door.
"Easier said than done." I mutter as I close the door behind me.
Tori POV
"Can you give me a lift to Andre's? He asked me to record the singing for one of his new songs he's using for his demo." I ask Trina as I walk down the stairs, seeing my older sister on the couch watching some reality t.v. show.
"No." Trina answers simply, earning an eye-role from me and a small laugh from our parents.
"Mom? Dad?" I ask them, knowing asking Trina any farther will only result in the same answer.
"Can't I got to head to the station soon for some paperwork." My dad says, dressed in his police uniform, his gun on the table being cleaned.
"What about dropping me off on the way? They're in the same direction." I ask him, watching him put the gun back together.
"Sorry. I have to go to the jailhouse first to collect the paperwork and meet up with Gary." Dad says, not noticing the small smile that appears on Mom's face at the name of dad's partner.
"Mom?" I ask her, turning to face her a bit better.
"When do you have to be there?" She asks, shaking her head a bit.
"Whenever. He just said sometime before five." I answer, checking my Pearphone. It's only 11:35 A.M., so I have plenty of time to still get there, bit I know he likes when I get there early to spend more time recording and going over everything.
"Okay. I'm going grocery shopping in about fifteen minutes or so, so be ready when I call you, okay?" She asks, checking her phone when it goes off in a text.
"Thank you." I say quickly, heading upstairs.
"I'm watching a show, shut up." Trina yells as I walk up the stairs.
"No one cares, Treen." I call down, closing my door.
Ignoring Trina's yelling at me, I grab my Pearbook and put it in my laptop bag, the charger for it and the one for my Pearphone and Pearpod in one of the side pockets. After setting my laptop bag on my desk chair, I grab my Pearphone from my pocket and send a text to André saying I'll be there in about twenty to twenty-five minutes.
-See ya then, Chica- André H.
-Anything I need to know or bring out of the ordinary?- Tori V.
-No, not really. Just your Pearpod for the complete file and your Pearbook for everything else.- Andre H.
-K. See you soon.- Tori V.
-See you soon.- Andre H.
After setting my phone on the small table beside my bed, I grab my Pearpod and put it in the laptop bag with the chargers. To waste time until my mom calls for me, I turn on my t.v. and let a music channel play, letting the Pop song play in the background while I relax.
Quicker than I expected, my mom calls for me so we can head out. Grabbing my Pearphone as I get off my bed and grab my laptop bag, I head downstairs, setting the strap over my shoulder and my phone in my pocket.
"Have fun at your boyfriend's." Trina taunts as I follow mom to the garage, where her car is parked.
"He's not my boyfriend, and at least I can get one without stalking or blackmail." I counter as I close the door behind me.
"I CAN SO!" Trina yells as I climb into mom's car.
"Why do you two always have to do that?" Mom asks me as the garage door opens and she starts her car.
"She started it." I say, rolling my eyes, as she starts to pull out of the garage when the door gets high enough, mom pushing the button to close the garage door as she gets to the end of the driveway. "She always does." I tell her as we head towards the Harris residence.
"You don't have to talk back to her, you know." Mom says, sounding irritated. "Just ignore her, okay?" She asks as she drives.
"Easier said than done." I answer as she drives, the car radio playing an Aerosmith song on low volume.
After a little over five minutes, mom pulls in front of a medium sized duplex, the top part where André lives, the bottom still empty.
"Thanks for the ride. I'll call you later if I need a ride or something." I tell her, shouldering my bag and heading in.
"See you later." Mom says, pulling away as soon as the door closes.
"Thanks for waiting." I mumble, staring at the retreating car. "Hope Andre's grandma isn't as crazy as usual." I say when I head to the door to the main part of the building, the one not usually locked.
"ANDRE! THE SUN IS GONE!" I hear Mrs. Harris yell as I make my way up the stairs to the apartment.
"The blinds are closed and the lights are off. It's fine, grandma. I'll open the blinds. See, the sun's still there." I faintly hear from André when I get to the door.
"WHO'S AT THE DOOR!?" Mrs. Harris yells when I knock.
"It's probably just Tori. Remember her? You like her." André says, his voice getting louder as he walks to the door. A few seconds later, the door opens, revealing a partially stressed André and a frantic Mrs. Harris in the background.
"I hear the sun's gone?" I ask in a joke, laughing a bit at the roll of his eyes.
"Yeah, it sucks." He groans out, stepping aside. "Come on in. Grandma's as crazy as usual, so nothing too different." He says, smiling a bit.
"So, what kind of song is it you need my help with recording?" I ask as he closes and locks the door.
"The usual. Just something I want as part of the demo, an upbeat one." He says, leading me to his room, past his crazy grandma.
"I DON'T KNOW YOU!" She yells as we pass, staring at me.
"For the hundredth time this year, it's Tori." André says with a sigh. "I need to sound proof my room." He mumbles when we get to his room.
"Is she really that bad?" I ask, trying not to laugh, as I sit on the comfy office chair where he has his recording equipment set up.
"What do you think?" He asks with a slight deadpan as he hands me the lyrics and sheet music for his song.
"Why'd you call it 'Energized'?" I ask as I look over the lyrics.
"Felt like it was suitable." He says as he starts the recording program on his laptop and hooks up the microphone to the laptop. "Want me to play the music so you can get the beat and everything down first?" He asks me, handing me a pair of headphones.
"Yeah. How do the lyrics go? Same beat as the song?" I ask, putting the headphones on, plugging them into the headphone port of his laptop.
"Yep. You got your Pearbook on you, right?" He asks me, getting the sound file ready.
"Yeah. You want to transfer the data now, or after we get a few recordings done?" I ask him, opening my bag and taking out my Pearbook, opening it and turning it on.
"Let's let the music play a few times first, help you get used to it for a bit." He says as my Pearbook boots up.
"Okay. Ready?" I ask, setting my Pearbook beside his as I ask.
"Yep. Let me know what you think after the first playback, see if anything sounds like it should be tweaked." André says, double clicking the file. A second later, I hear the music start. After a few minutes, the music stops and I place the headphones over the back of my neck, looking at him. "What do you think?" He asks me, staring at me.
"I like it. Kinda has the same energy as 'Make It Shine' a bit." I tell him, smiling.
"Anything you hear that needs to be tweaked?" He asks, opening the file in case anything needs to be done.
"Nothing I noticed. The piano, guitar, drum, everything was amazing." I tell him with a genuine smile.
"Good. I was worried a few things were off." He says, looking over the file. "Ready to hear it a few more times to get used to it?" He asks, turning his head to look at me as he asks.
"Yep." I say with a smile as I put the headphones back over my ears.
"Let me know when you got it in your Latina head, alright muchacha?" He asks with a smile.
"Just push the button." I say with an amused eye roll at the nickname he's occasionally used since my third day.
This is it for this chapter. I say that André first called Tori 'muchacha' on her third day since her second day of Hollywood Arts was when she beat Jade in the alphabet improv, and since André told her that at the beginning of 'The Bird Scene', I consider that her third day of Hollywood Arts.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I plan on each chapter being about this length.
Please review and follow, and let me know what you think of the start of the fic.
Blessed Be.