DISCLAIMER: I (very unfortunately) do not own Victorious. But maybe when I get rich and stuff...? No? Alright then.
"It's hard to feel the rush, to brush the dangerous
I'm gonna run right to, to the edge with you
Where we can both fall far in love," I sang along to Lady Gaga. It was around midnight and I was driving around the dark parts of LA, bored, because Beck was hanging out with Andre and Robbie. It was raining really hard outside and I enjoyed the creepiness of it all; the sound of the heavy downpour, the dark night, a full moon.
It was nice.
I saw this abandoned warehouse where Beck and I used to go to just get away from everything. Nobody but us ever went in there, because this one was like, separate from the others. The windows were broken and the door was fractured and splintery.
I pulled my car over and got out. Too bad Beck wasn't here. We could have had a good time.
I carefully pushed open the door of the building and walked inside.
I put my Pear Phone on the flashlight app and walked around. There was broken glass littering the floor, just like the last time I was here. I walked around a little, enjoying the sound of the rain mixing in with the crunching of glass under my combat boots.
Then I heard I totally foreign sound. One that did not belong in an abandoned warehouse at all.
I whipped around, shards of glass flying behind me. I walked a few steps toward the loud noise and shined my Pear Phone light on the source, and a wave of panic and shock shot through my body.
"That definitely doesn't belong in here," I muttered slowly.
Hey, guys! I'm back. I've been really busy lately, and I'll be updating all of my stories this weekend! This one just came out of thin air and slapped me in the face yelling at me to write it. So, please review and tell me what you think, so that I know it's not COMPLETELY stupid and pointless and so I know that you'd like me to continue. Thank you. :)