Hello readers. This is my first story on with a sort of extended and fabricated version of the episode the Blonde Squad from Victorious. I hope you enjoy the story, by the way, I hope it's not too long, I'm not sure how the final product will turn out so if it is too long, please just bare with me and I'll try to make it shorter in the next chapter. If it's too short, then I will simply just do the opposite. Note: I do not own Victorious nor the characters. I wish I did though...
Blonde Squad
It was late at night (Far past curfew.) and Rex was grumbling under Robbie's pillow, trying his hardest to tune out Robbie's guitar picking. Rex couldn't take some of the sour notes Robbie was plucking and tossed and turned in bed until he jerked upward.
"Man, stop that horrible playing!" He barked and Robbie looked hurt and shocked, stopping the echoing chords with his hand.
"Rex... I thought you were asleep already," Robbie replied and swung his arms over his guitar.
Rex huffed, balling his fist and shook his head, "you kiddin'! I couldn't sleep if you were in a house blocks from this one, singing with your pitchy voice and strumming like you're torturing an animal!"
Robbie opened his mouth in shock. He wanted to yell back at Rex and tell him he was wrong, but the words ached in his throat as he thought about his playing. Was he really that bad? If so, he needed to try harder to impress a certain someone. "Sorry," he finally said and glanced down at his opened notebook, random lyrics scribbled over the page. "I was just trying to write a song... it's really important."
Rex scoffed, "hah! What is it about then? Worms?"
"Not this time!"
"Oh, or maybe it's about how you will never be loved by a woman," Rex burst out laughing, rolling on the bed and kicking Robbie's side of the sheets.
Robbie cringed back at his laughing and looked back down at his book. The words written over the page made him feel uneasy now. "Well, it's sort of the opposite," Robbie mumbled and Rex ceased his cackling and stared at him.
"A song about a girl?" Rex guessed and Robbie bit his lip and bent his head, shaking it in immediate regret. Rex inched closer, surprisingly keeping things professional and asking, "who's it about?"
Robbie suddenly slammed his hand on the page for his song, his legs shifting the guitar to face the neck at Rex, as if trying to fend him off, "no one in particular."
Rex frowned at Robbie, using his limp body to push the guitar away, "fine, whateva', but who ever she is, she won't be interested."
Robbie, feeling a twinge of pain, shook his head wildly and pulled Rex away from him, "what would you know?"
Landing square on Robbie's pillow, Rex rolled over before snuggling under the sheet, "fine, I didn't want your sweaty palm up my back anyway. I'm just saying, if you are going to go all out to impress some girl, in the end, it'll probably not go as planned."
His eyes were widened, his mouth hanging open and his hands resting over the strings. Robbie didn't want to let Rex get to him. As much as he'd like to deny it, he is Rex, and he needs to learn to take charge of his other self. Rex wouldn't know how this girl would react. Then again, as Robbie sighed and took another look at his lyrics, he felt the fluffy feeling he had before melt away into a piece of five year-old garbage. He scrunched his hand over the page and bit his lip, grasping the guitar and shaking. Why bother? He wondered, but couldn't have the sense to tear the page out and start fresh. He took deep breaths. Rex doesn't know anything. Your song is good.
"Will it be to her?" he wondered aloud and was more than glad when Rex said nothing back, clearly lost in sleep. Robbie lifted his hand from the page and stared back at it, looking over the words one more time. I think you're swell! She is swell. You're the nugget in my chicken, make the peanut to my butter. Well, she is like a little chicken nugget, and she goes perfectly with me like peanut and butter, if only I could actually eat peanut butter. Robbie skimmed further down the page and stopped at the last sentence for the first verse. You're my mother, I'm you're father! Robbie jerked his head back at this. Is that too weird, he questioned as he picked up his pencil. The eraser was tapping the sentence, but he was unsure to erase it. Eventually, Robbie shrugged, she'll probably like it.
At that point, all Robbie could come up with was the chorus. He sat back and sighed in exasperation. It can't be that. No, there's got to be more, he ordered to himself, but struggled with channeling his emotions and dropped his head to the page. It's got to be good. It needs to impress her. Robbie tried raising his head to think, but suddenly felt tired and his body didn't want to cooperate. You know what, relax Robbie. You have that fun history test to get to tomorrow. The day will be fine for most of it. Rex can't be right, she'll like it. She isn't one of those girls who would hate me for a love song or laugh at my face. No, not Cat.
Robbie felt his breath steady and his body relaxed, warmth slowly enveloping him until the heat started to burn his fragile cheeks. Tiredly, Robbie whipped his hand over his face, trying to wipe away the heat, but it wouldn't go away and it only accumulated until it hit his eyelids and Robbie sprang up from his sitting position and his sleep, karate chopping the bright light away. Alert and aware, Robbie realized it was merely the sun, but then he realized deeper there was a sun and he looked over at his alarm clock. 7:00! ?
"Oh, no, no, no!" Robbie cried and dashed to the bathroom, only there for a minute, freshening up what he could when springing out to his closet to change. A fresh, scarlet jacket over his slightly dirty white and blue stripped shirt and ordinary pants, he walked out and spotted Rex who was still sleeping. "Rex, get up!"
With a loud cry of alarm, Rex sat up in bed and was annoyed to see Robbie's face so close to his, "ugh, Rob, you've got to stop coming close to me like that."
"Just come on!" He elevated Rex by his hand and slid in the kitchen, picking a banana while he was at it. Robbie briskly opened the front door with a grumpy Rex, but stopped at the frame, "bye mom, bye dad!"
"Shut up son, we're trying to sleep!" his father shouted back.
"See," Rex muttered in Robbie's ear as he shook his head in regret and started walking out, "I told you your parents hate you."
During mid-stride, trying to act cool while still run-walking even with the thought of being late to school echoed, Robbie paused and gasped in horror. "My backpack!" He cried and quickly ran back. Swinging the door open, he threw Rex to the nearest chair in the living room ("Ow Rob! That was my leg!") and hopped up the stairs.
There, on his desk was his backpack hanging off the edge. "Oh thank goodness," Robbie sighed and reached for the backpack, but as he twirled it around him, he noticed his guitar on the floor and his song book, the lyrics still stuck on the second chorus. Just the night before, he had been working on it, promising himself to finish it that night, but knowing that wasn't fulfilled, he frowned.
"Come on," Robbie breathed, slightly smacking his forehead in shame, "why did I have to fall asleep before finishing it!"
He looked over the words again. In the first verse, he had been comparing Cat and himself with many other things that go perfectly together. Should he do the same?
"Well, she is my baby giraffe and I'm her safety ranger," he scrolled down. "She's Thanksgiving, I'm the turkey... ugh, there's got to be more comparisons..."
He dragged his finger down the page, pausing for thought, then out of frustration for not thinking anything else he swished his hand around and stuttered, "wha-what else am I supposed to say? Cat's the one for me and I'm the one for her. We-we're like, the perfect two... she's like Bobby and I-I'm Whitney, like she's Method and I'm Redman..."
Robbie stopped, blinking his eyes in astonishment, "ohh, that's good!"
Completely forgetting about school, Robbie sat down at his desk, scribbling down everything he said and everything that was coming to mind. He let the lyrics flow out of him, centering his thoughts on the one thing driving him to do this in the first place. The way she looked so innocent and sweet, Robbie found a way to weave that into his song. The way she giggled her child-like laugh and ran her fingers through her long, red hair, Robbie felt the corners of his lips lift into a smile and just the thought of his favorite friend Cat made him feel light and slowly come out of his social awkward, shy self. Of course, Robbie knew he had to stop writing at one point, school is important, but as he managed glimpses at the clock, he found it excusable to stay a little late if he wanted to make an impression.
Cat groaned as she sat at the edge of the lockers on the far side of the school, or, at least away from Tori's locker. She played with her colorful hair, listened to a bunch of songs and even did jumping jacks in the middle of the hall (accidentally knocking out Sinjin with her flying hands.) to stop her worries, but no matter what she did, she still felt anxiety growing.
"Cat," she heard Tori call and she spotted her friend walking around the halls, searching for her. Suddenly panicking, Cat hid her face in her palms while Tori roamed around until her eyes landed on that familiar patch of red. Tori walked over to Cat, one leg flowing at a time and she lowered herself and repeated, "Cat."
Hearing no noise after that, Cat slowly lifted her head and peeked to see if Tori was still there and squeaked when she was sitting beside her. "Ugh, hi," Cat blurted and adjusted her red locks.
Tori gave Cat a soft but serious look. "Cat, why are you sitting at the corner again?"
"Nothing," was her response as she tried pulling a brave face. "Just sitting."
Tori tilted her head to the side and dropped her hand on Cat's shoulder. "Cat, are you worried because of Beck's movie."
Cat quickly shook her head but the fear rising inside of her was beginning to overwhelm and she had to nod her head, "I just really want to get the part."
"Oh Cat," Tori giggled lightly and friendly as she rubbed Cat's back while still giving her a sincere face. "You are freaking over nothing. You did amazing in your audition and Beck's your friend, of course he'll let you in."
"You sure?" Cat asked weakly while still twirling her hair in between her small fingers.
Tori slid her hand away from Cat's shoulder and stopped to think. Back when she, Cat and Jade were auditioning for the blonde girl roles, Tori took notice in Cat's acting skills and had to admit, she could play the dumb role perfectly. Although, there were some troubles in it, like when Cat forgot some of her lines or burst out giggling because of something funny she had to say. Overall, though, Tori was confident Cat got the part, but after thinking about the auditions for awhile, Tori started to wonder and worry about her performance as well.
As they sat down in thought, the doors to the school nearby them swung open and Robbie hurtled in, out of breath and suffering with Rex's complaints running down his back.
"I told you we would be late man!" Rex complained at him.
Robbie took a moment to regain his breath before snapping back at the puppet and wobbling to his locker, "I told you, it was for a very important thing."
"Yeah, and that important thing wasn't as important as changing me out of my pj's?" Rex asked and Robbie blushed in embarrassment as he realized he was right.
Robbie approached his locker, completely oblivious to the girls sitting a few feet away and watching him solemnly. "I'm sorry, I was just really busy," Robbie said, finally seeing the girls just as he was about to finish his sentence, "with the song for Caaaa-Cat! And Tori... how are you girls doing?"
"Not well," Cat answered and sighed heavily.
"What's the matter, you finally realized you're slow in the head?" Rex guessed and chuckled crudely.
"REX!" Tori yelled slash groaned and dropped her hands to her legs.
"Robbie, why do you let Rex be so mean to me?" Cat blurted out, jumping to her feet and moving her arms around defensively.
Robbie became instantly flushed with anger towards Rex and shook his head. "No Cat, he didn't mean to that time."
"I'm already insecure enough about the auditions," she continued and stood in place with her hands to her face, trying to stop the flow of tears.
A flicker of remembrance flashed over Robbie's face and he cupped Rex's mouth and came closer to Cat, "the roles are going to be given out today?"
Cat stood in shaking silence, unable to look up and reply so Tori stepped in and wrapped her arm around Cat's shoulder, "yeah, and Cat's been bugging about it since she really wants a role."
Rex muffled insults under Robbie's hand, but Robbie kept a steady face. "Hey Cat, if it makes you feel any better, I'm a little worried about the roles too."
Cat slowly lifted her head up, her nose slightly brightened pink and her eyes burned around. "You are?"
"Yeah, and if you like, we can go together to see what we've got," Robbie offered and felt his heart flutter when Cat responded with a tiny smile.
"Yup," Tori chimed in, "just you, me and Robbie to help you through it."
Almost immediately, Robbie felt his gut jabbed and moaned inside. He would have liked to imagine the moment with only him and Cat, but after much consideration, Tori wouldn't be so bad to have tag along.
Cat nodded her head happily, taking a moment to wipe her eyes again and casually smack her lips. When their little group moment was interrupted by the loud school bell ringing through the halls, indicating their next class to start which so happened to be in the Black Box Theater where Beck has been working for days, Cat jumped in surprise.
"Then we better go right now!" She squealed, giggling her infectious laugh and grasping Tori and Robbie's arms, running with force to the Black Box Theater. They zipped through the hall and groups of students and all the while Robbie felt pleased to have Cat willingly hold him, not even minding her nails digging into his arm.
The run there wasn't too long, plus, Cat was driven with the wanting to know who she would be, so we got there just before class started, perfect timing to chat with Beck. Beck was busy typing something down on his laptop with Sinjin and Burf by his side, occasionally serving him with his water bottle or fanning away 'the director sweat'.
Cat stopped in her tracks when she approached Beck, who was unaware of the three's appearance being so focused in directing and things directors delight in doing. As much as Cat wanted to know her part, she couldn't bare the possible bad news and slowly stepped back, triggering Tori to step foreword.
"Hey Beck," Tori said sweetly, but Beck's eyes were glued to the screen. Tori stepped closer, poking his back and repeating his name.
After trying to ignore the poking, Beck exhaled his annoyance and turned around, "any important reason to make my neck throb?"
Tori took a step back, slipping a goofy giggle and brought Cat foreword, she who was shrinking in fear and still clutching Robbie's arm. "We know today is the day when you're going to reveal who got what roles, and Cat was just wondering if she got a part."
Beck shifted his gaze towards Cat who instantly buried her head in Robbie's arm and his face turned a bright shade of red (Rex rolled his eyes while he was at it). "Okay Cat, I'll tell you if you made it in or not, but no one else," Beck told her firmly and she smiled.
"What!" a sudden, loud sneer boomed behind us, but you didn't need to turn around to tell whose grouchy voice that belonged too. "You're going to tell these guys but not me?" Jade questioned as she parted through Tori, Cat and Robbie and jammed her fists to her hips.
Beck scratched the back of his head awkwardly as Jade kept a fake smile on him, pushing and craning her face closer to get him to speak. "Okay, fine, I'll tell you all what parts you got if you just leave me alone."
"Okay!" the whole class gave their undivided attention to hear the casting (Even the shruggers stood in the back, eager to listen).
Beck ruffled his hand to his hair, snapping his fingers on the other, ordering Sinjin to hurry and bring the casting sheet. He placed it neatly in Beck's hand and Beck smoothed the paper out, skipping passed everyone else's parts until he hit Cat. "Okay, Cat... you," Beck started, squinting his eyes closely at the paper as Jade rolled her eyes.
"Ah! Quick, give me your hands!" Cat squealed suddenly, still afraid, and without waiting, she clasped hands with Tori and Robbie. The minute Cat's hands touched Robbie's, he felt a warm feeling come over him. All thoughts of nervousness vanished by this one girl's touch.
Re-preparing himself, Beck cleared his throat and announced, "Cat, you scored the part as blonde girl number 1, Amy."
A moment of silence followed until Cat burst out screaming in joy. "Yay! It's just the part I wanted, haha!"
"Way to go Cat!" Tori cheered and Robbie nodded in agreement, his mind somewhat preoccupied to keep Rex quiet. Cat squealed again as she hugged Tori tightly then spun around and hugged Robbie just as equally, only it played out longer in Robbie's mind.
"Great, yeah, yee-hoo for Cat, now how about us?" Jade barked and everyone turned their heads towards Beck.
"Okay, well, Tori got the role as blonde girl number 2, Brittany-"
"Of course you'd say Tori's first," Jade murmured loud enough for Beck to hear while Tori was cheering for her desired role and hugging Robbie and Cat.
Beck took a moment to lower the paper and narrow his eyes at Jade, his glare reading things along the lines of: "Why?" Jade narrowed back, folding her arms until Beck resumed reading. "'Kay, Jade got blonde girl number 3, Tawny-"
A hand was abruptly lifted up to the air and Jade asked, "how is it that I'm playing the dumbest blonde?"
Beck, feeling he had enough of Jade today, exhaled noisily, dropping his hands to his sides, "will you let me just read!"
Jade drew back a small growl, but allowed him to continue anyway and Beck sighed and read the rest, "okay, there will not be any extras for most of... every part of the movie so you silent kids might as well leave now."
All the silent kids gave him silent glares as they took a seat in the farthest side of the Black Box Theater.
After not hearing anything about himself, Robbie jumped foreword. "Hey Beck?" He said and Beck awkwardly looked down at him, "what part did I get?"
"Oh, right, ugh Robbie, you got the role as being the master of the wigs. You will fix the girls' wigs, groom them if necessary and you have no on screen shots."
Robbie sucked in his cheeks and took a moment to drink that in until he grew a grin and gave a thumbs up. "Awesome!"
"Okay, great," Beck said to himself after looking over the list. He raised his eyes and saw that everyone was already taking their seats, discussing their parts (minus the shruggers who look calcified). "That's seems to be everyone..."
"Hey Beck!"
Beck turned his head at the sound and saw Andre running in with a bounce in his step, carrying a large bird cage, "hey dude."
"I got the bird that you wanted for your film," Andre informed cooly and held the cage high, inches from Beck's face.
"Oh, awesome!" He chuckled and reached inside to pet the bird.
"DON'T TOUCH HIM!" Andre suddenly yelled in his ear and Beck stepped back, pressing his finger to his deafened ear.
"Was that necessary?"
Andre looked around before cooling down and setting the bird cage beside him, "sorry man, it's just, this bird is my Grandma's and she doesn't want anything to happen to him, or else she'll start to go even more insane."
Still massaging his ear, Beck moved his jaw animatedly, "yeah okay. We'll start filming tomorrow. You can be the boom operator and your grandma's bird will be a star."
"I'm serious man!" Andre started again, his body jittery and his voice panicky, "if this bird gets loose, my grandma will go wonky, and if she gets wonky, I get wonky."
Beck shifted his eyes to the side, then not knowing what else to do, he patted Andre's shoulder while he was massaging his temples and groaning.
So that's the end of that part. Please review my stories, it would mean a lot and could help me improve my writing. Part 2 will be posted soon.
Sincerely yours,
Amiel (A.K.A. The REAL FanFic Contributor.)
