Girl oh girl has it been a LONG while since I've posted anything! WELL here is this fic for my poor neglected kittens!

I Do Not Own Victorious

Lots a Lot a Love, Kandikitty

Mamihlapinatapai- (Noun) Two people looking at each other each hoping the other will do what they both desire but neither is willing to do.

How I got roped into sharing an apartment with the Vega sisters I will never fucking know, yet here I am preparing coffee while a tea kettle warms on the stove. Here we are standing in the kitchen while some random pop song plays in the background. The kettle whistles signaling me to pour the scolding water into a mug with a tea cup and the word 'anxie-TEA' printed on it. A splash of milk plus a small spoon of sugar is how Tori likes her tea. My coffee still has a second so I move to set the table for two. Trina didn't come home last night, shocker. Tori fills our plates with eggs, pancakes and bacon. I set both of our mugs down then take my seat at the head of the table and she sits to my left. This is our new normal, it has been for a few months since the semester started. This is just what we do now apparently.

We sit in silence just eating before she breaks it with a look. Our eyes lock for longer then they should before I answer "You're getting better. It's not burnt this time."

Her eyes betray the glare with amusement. "Yeah, not under cooked either. Tea isn't bad either." She motions to her mug.

"I've never fucked up your tea." I counter taking another forkful of eggs.

"Not that I've told you." The young Vega raises her eyebrow- bait. It's totally a challenge. I don't take it though I've met my max for breakfast conversation.

"You've got 7 minutes to get ready or I'm leaving you." I smirk. It's not entirely a serious statement but I do have a class in half an hour and it takes 20 minutes to get to campus from here. I receive a real glare this time before she huffs off to her room. I exhale slowly taking a deliberate sip of coffee. This woman will definitely be the death of me, or at least my GPA. All I want to do is stay in this bubble, stay home and see how things play out. I can feel the tension between us and maybe if we are alone for longer than a few hours something will happen... Though neither of us could handle that right now. There is so much going on. We have other prioritizes we need to focus on.

Right on schedule Tori is wondering into the living room her bag slung casually over her shoulder. I finish lacing my boots up while she grabs my car keys and we are out the door. The drive is comfortable, my music fills the space, and she sits leaning more toward me than not. This is just how it is. How we are. After I park we get out and there is a second of silence where we just stare at each other. I can feel it, like a magnet, I want to kiss her, hug her- something affectionate but I don't. She doesn't either.

"I have to prep some sets tonight. Bring me dinner in the theater." It's not something that needs to be said, Tori always brings me dinner when I have to stay late. My entire class knows who she is. Yet it's an excuse to continue talking to her right now.

"Always so bossy. What if I already have dinner plans?" Her arms cross but there is a ghost of a smile on her lips.

"Who would have dinner with you?" I quip very aware of the irony in that sentence.

"Oh I have options." The brunette is full on grinning. Her arms drop as she slowly starts walking away "Later Jade."

I scowl. "Whatever." I walk in the opposite direction. I know she was joking but it wasn't a false statement. Vega has always had options. I sit in a middle row dropping my bag on the table in front of me when my phone goes off: "Usual sushi order? ;)" I roll my eyes. This chick will definitely be the death of me.

It's well passed 11 when we make our way back into the apartment. Together we collapse on the couch. Her head falls on my shoulder and mine lays on top of hers. "Can't it be summer already?"

"Vega it's October. Just be happy it's almost the weekend." Her only response was groan.

"Does that even count? It's opening weekend for your play and I have that test on Monday... We have no break! I really just need a night out."

"We can do something next weekend okay? Just need to get through this fucking week." I'm sure there were so many implications in my sentence but both of us were too tired to address or not address them. We were asleep in moments.