Frst story ever, be kind even though in my opinion I failed miserably.
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Victorious, maybe one day...Yeah probably not.
I never believed in true love. After all, how could a feeling change everything about you, make you act like someone else, make your life revolve around someone else. It couldn't, at least that's what I thought. But all that changed. When I first saw her, when I first heard her sing, I thought she was an angel, but of course I would never admit that. That night I couldn't get her out of my head, the thought of her made me feel weird, and I didn't like it. The feeling got worse the more I got to know her, and I didn't understand it. I treated her like dirt, and I hated every minute of it, why, I don't know, but I couldn't let her get to close. Yet, after all the horrible things I said and did to her, she kept coming back, helping me, being nice to me, making that feeling grow to an ache in my chest. For weeks I wondered what that feeling was, why she was on my mind constantly, the weird stirring in my gut whenever she looked at me or touched me, why I felt bad about every hurtful comment I threw at her, and eventually I understood what the feeling was. I was in love with her, and that scared me. I figured I could just bury it, forget about it and let it fade away. I tried, I did my best to completely avoid her and it was working but as soon as I would spend any amount of time with her I would be right back to square one. I wished it would just fade away, but it won't, I knew that now. Laying in my bed, thinking back at the past year, I knew that if I didn't do this now, I never would. So I dial the one number no one knew I had saved in my phone, the number I've been staring at for who knows how long trying to get up the courage to call.
"Hello?"
"Vega, it's Jade...We need to talk."
AN: Well, good?/bad?/do you like orange juice? O.o I love orange juice.