They decide it'd be best to save the poker game for another night.
The silence in the living room is heavy and the tension is thick. Not even Tori is willing to be the first to break it.
They're all kinda stuck. Beck just sits at the table staring at his cards as though they'll tell his future.
There are multiple things running through Andre's head but he can't seem to put a plan in action. Based on the expression on Tori's face, his willing to guess she's in the same predicament.
Cat keeps staring at the door. As though she still believes that Jade will walk through. Her expression is more doe-eyed than usually, and Andre can see water collecting in her eyes about to fall.
Robbie must see it too, because he is the first to make a move.
"Umm, I have to umm, take care of Rex." His voice is barely above a whisper but it echos loudly in Tori's living room.
He grabs his stuff quickly, and grabs Cat's belongings in his arms as well. "Umm Cat? Do you want me to drive you home?" He says gently placing a hand on Cat's arm.
The action kinda shakes Cat out of her thoughts, her eyes finally moving away from the door to Robbie's face. She nods, which is enough for Robbie to quickly pull Cat along, and soon the only people left are Beck, Tori, and André.
There are about a million other places André would rather be than here. Tori keeps giving him looks, he's sure they all mean " Get Beck out my house!"
However, that's the farthest thing he wants to do. Sure he and Beck are close friends, but Beck's moody on a normal day. Like, what the fuck is Beck going to be like now.
Unfortunately, the alternative would mean leaving Beck alone with Tori, and Andre's sure that wouldn't better the situation.
"Hey Man" André starts, sitting down in a chair next to Beck's, "How about we go light up or something?" André can see Tori giving him a stern look from across the kitchen, and sure, getting high might not be the most constructive thing but they aren't girls. He's not going to suggest a pint of ice cream and John Tucker Must Die.
"Yea Yea dude. Let's do that." Beck stands and heads out the door.
André grabs his jacket off the sofa as he follows Beck.
"André?! Do you think this is the time for drugs!" Tori says in a harsh whisper, but there's also a hint of worry.
Is she also thinking Beck looks like a man about to jump?
With one hand on the doorknob André turns around and lets out a sad laugh. "Tori these are the nights that cannabis is grown for." And then he's out the door.
Some fun card night.
André doesn't keep a lot of pot in his possession. He's never been a big smoker. Usually only at big parties or A$AP Rocky concerts, but he'd thought the stash in his sock draw would be enough.
He thought wrong.
"Fuck Beck. Sorry man" he says pulling out the basically empty bag. He's not even lying. He is honestly really sorry. The look on Beck's face is one of defeat, discouragement, disappointment, honestly it's the saddest shit he's ever seen.
"Umm" André stalls, running his hands through his dreads, "What about your stash?" he asked, desperately scanning his brain for ideas.
"It's in my RV." Beck mumbled
"No prob. I'll go get it." André said. Immediately Beck's face lit up. "Really?"
To avoid awkward silences with my emotionally unstable friend?
"Yeah, it's not too far. You stay here order a pizza or something and I'll go get it and be right back."
He doesn't get a spoken response, but André gets a half-smile and a head nod, which is...something.
André grabs his keys, "I'll be back in thirty."
It isn't until André lets out a sigh in the car, does he realize he's been holding his breath.
What the fuck happened?
In all honesty, André had always seen Jade and Beck breaking up sometime this year. With Beck's frequent "family trips" to Canada, which were just an excuse for Beck to spend a weekend without Jade. And then there was Jade's ever mounting paranoia about Beck and Tori being together. André figured Jade's pride wouldn't allow her stay in a relationship like that for much longer.
He just figured that their break up would be a private affair. A private affair with a lot of yelling and flying objects, but a private affair none the less. He hadn't figured that it would be such a silent and cold parting.
Damn.
He couldn't shake this feeling, a feeling close to dread. It's not even his break-up, but he couldn't ignore the feeling that this was going to be a big moment in his life.
Trina hadn't felt the exigency. It was easy for her to make light of the situation.
But to them. For him, for Beck and Tori and Cat and Robbie, they could feel the momentousness.
His grandma had a thing for life moments. She was always fascinated how people could be oblivious to the significance of a life's moment's while it happened. How a person could be at the climax of their story and not even know it. It was one of the reason she was so crazy. She was always questioning if she was at her climax.
As Andre drives along the Golden State, he feels the uneasiness of not knowing. It's that tight knot in the stomach, like when one's on a roller coaster. He's painfully aware that he's climbing towards the top of the summit, he just doesn't know when he's going to plummet down.