I do not own anything owned by the show victorious. this story is based on the song Hotwire by Mark was going to be a one shot. but i thought why not.
Ch 1
I heard my feet slapping against the floor as I ran. I was running with nothing but my underwear, jeans, and my hoody. With my lack of shoes the roughness of the street felt harsh against my bare feet.
On any normal day I'd think I was crazy for running down the streets of LA barefoot. Luckily none of that really concerned me right now. Why you ask? Because I am running for a cause, and if I don't make it time I'm going to lose it. And I can't let that happen.
"L.A. is such a beautiful city" I thought as I walked the streets with my camera in hand. I was taking pictures for my university-college advanced photos class. I heard the cars pass by me as I walked along the 6th street Bridge into downtown LA. I turned to take a picture of Imperial Street when something caught my eye through the leans of my camera.
I pulled the camera away from my face to see a girl walking with a bucket and a briefcase. At the sight of her, I was immediately intrigued.
I watched her as she walked across the lower street under me to the pillar that held up the bridge. Once she reached the pillar she set down her bucket and briefcases. I tried my hardest to lean further over the side of the bridge to find out what she was doing but was unable.
I pushed off the side and ran toward the end of the bridge and climbed down over the small stone wall. I slowly walked closer to her but still kept my distance, not wanting to distract her from what she was doing.
I surveyed as she opened up her briefcase and pulled out a small poster that read "Life must be lived as Play". She placed the poster against the stone pillar before grabbing a brush from the bucket and glazing glue over the paper.
I slowly brought my camera up to my eye and found her in the focus.
"Click" the camera sounded as I pressed the button "Click, click"
Through the focus I saw her to slowly turn toward me. The sound of my camera's clicking causing her to turn to me.
I pulled the camera away from my face and gave her an awkward apologetic smile.
To my surprise she just sweetly smiled and gestured for me to come closer. She looked down at the camera smiled and gave a nod. I continued to take multiple pictures as she posed in various positions around the poster.
She was an ideal subject for every picture, her expression changing perfectly for each one. It wasn't until I saw her facial expression change to a small hint of fear. Curious I turned to look in the direction she was looking. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her quickly packing up her briefcase and bucket.
I looked for the source of her fear behind me to find a police officer walking toward us. Before I could register anything besides that I felt a soft hand grab mine and pull me in the opposite direction down the street.
"Hay, Stop!" I heard the officer behind us yell as we ran.
The girl pulling my hand let out a joyous laugh while she pulled me left and right down numerous streets. Meanwhile my mind was stuck somewhere between "holly crap" and "what the hell is going on."
We turned a corner and after running about six feet I felt her slow down before pulling me aside into a dark doorway. She pushed me against the wall and pressed a finger to her lips. We stayed silent for a moment until we saw the police officer run past the door way without stopping or hesitating.
We slowly moved our heads out to check for the officer. Seeing that the officer was halfway down the street, the girl moved out of the doorway and proceeded down the street from whence we came.
"That was fun" the mystery girl's voice spoke out for the first time with a laugh.
While following the girl down the street, I looked down at my camera, around my neck, to make sure it survived.
"Tori" she said, extending her hand toward me for a hand shake.
"Jade" I replied taking her hand in mine.
"Nice to meet you, Jade. You and I just got away from a cop, in my book that makes us friends" she finished with a smile.
"What are you doing anyway?" I asked gesturing toward the briefcase.
"I'm a part of the "life lived as play" organization." She explained.
"The what?"
"It's an organization that is dedicated to spread awareness of play around the world. These days' people are way too fixed on the seriousness of life and work. People just need to slow down and have fun you know?"
"Makes since" I replied
"Hold up." Tori instructed causing me to stop. She set down her supplies to look at the wall beside us. About a foot above your heads was a large window seal that was tagged over with graffiti, "Give me a boost" she said.
I kneeled down and put out my hands for her to step. With a simple push up she was standing in the gap that divided the window from the rest of the wall around it. Fortunately for her it was big enough for her to stand.
"Hand me a poster and the brush." She directed.
After doing so I began to back up to get a wider view of what she was doing. I watched as she brushed the back of the poster before spreading it against the window. I bought my camera up to my face when she started to run the brush over the front of her poster. I took about two pictures and smiled at the funny faces she made toward me.
"Ok, let's go" she said before moving to jump down.
She was about to lift her feet to jump when my words stopped her "Don't fall"
"Stop" she responded she moved forward slightly.
Humorously I caused her to stop again "be careful"
"Jade stop." She commanded.
I raised up my hands and took a step back "just saying"
She gave me a smirk, and then finally jumped down to the ground giving out a small scream on her way down.
After taking a few steps away from the wall, a smile grew along Tori's face. "Looks good doesn't it?" she said turning to me.
"Eh, it's a little crooked" I answered using a playful smile.
"Shut up" she replied with a gentle shove to my shoulder. Our feet continued down the street as Tori started a new conversation. "So born or brought?"
"What?"
"Where you born or brought here?"
"Los Angeles?" I asked
"Yeah"
"Brought, I guess." I replied
"So what brings or keeps you here?"
"I don't know" I answered honestly, confusion coating my words.
"Well, when you first came to L.A.; where you running too or away from something?" Tori asked
I thought hard before answering her question.
"Away."
"From?" Tori responded
"Myself. My life. My dead ends." I stated with my eyes never leaving the pavement.
"Deep" Tori commented, I could feel her gaze on me "Why run? Why not fight?"
"I guess what I was most afraid of was staying. I knew if I stayed I'd never get anywhere in life. I'd never have any type of spontaneous … I don't know, acts or adventures. You know?"
"Yeah I was like that." She said quietly. "I got it!" Tori shouted
"What?" I asked
"We are going to spend the whole day together and we are going to fill it with spontaneous things."
I gave her a questionable look.
"Come on be 'Spontaneous'" she goaded
With a sigh I gave in. "Ok," I looked up at her to watch the smile graze her lips. "So what do we do first?"
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