a/n: so hey back..i know so soon. After reading the amazing movie parody of run away bride by snapplelinz- keep on running tori. I knew I wanted to do a parody of when harry met sally with beck and Tori. It is set in present day, but like in the movie starts out 10 years earlier. They are going to be adults in this and nothing to do with the show what so ever. It is going to be rated T for talk of sex and swearing. I am going to try to not have any author notes, but we will see. Also I want good feedback on this to see if I should continue or not.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own when harry met sally or Victorious.

University of Chicago-2002

Remind me again how I got dragged into this? Oh that's right I am too nice. I should of never said yes when amanda asked me to drive her boyfriend Beck to New York. I had just graduated from the university of chicago and was going to New York to get my masters in journalism. What I really wanted to do was perform but that is a dream that doesn't seem like it is going to happen so I need a career.

I pull up in front of amanda's dorm in my light blue toyota corolla and she is making out with Beck. I can hear them whispering "I love you, no I love you." Ugh can we get on the road already. I clear my throat and nothing, so I clear it louder this time they heard me. Amanda smiled in embaressment. "Hi Tori." She turns to Beck "Tori this is Beck oliver ; beck this is Tori Vega." We waved hi to each other, and Beck went to the trunk to put his stuff. "I'm going to miss you so much, call me when you get there" Amanda begged. "I'm going to miss you too babe; I'll call you from the road" Beck smiled and leaned in for another kiss.

I was getting nausating watching them in my rearview mirror; I slammed my hand on the horn and it startled them. " oops I'm sorry" I say. Beck shrugged and kissed Amanda one last time and climbed in. we had been driving for 10 minutes and I already knew Beck was the most annoying person I had ever met. I tried to tell him what the plan was for the trip and he took no interst. " so the trip is 18hrs that is 6 shifts for 3 hours or we can do it by mile." He leaned back to grab his bag and pulled out a bag of grapes. "um I have a strick…" before I could even get the sentence out he had spit out the seeds onto my closed window. "…no eating in the car."

"I'll roll down the window. So tell me your life story we have 18 hours to kill." He leaned his chair back. "I don't have a life story yet. I'm only 21, my life hasn't even started yet, that's why I'm going to New York." I smiled at the thought.

Beck formed a frown on his face " so you're going to New York so you can get a life. What are you going to do there?"

"I'm going to school to be a journalist" I said proudly. "hmm so you are going to write about other people having lives?" he said. Now he didn't say it mean or even in a bad way, it just got on my nerves. "well not exactly."

"what if you turn out to be one of those New York deaths where no one knows you died until the smell drifts into the hall way" Beck said. I shook my head " Amanda warned me about your dark side." Beck got a smirk on his face "it's what drew her to me. She thought I was mysterious."

I burst out laughing "mysterious." He looked over at me " you're one to laugh. I bet you don't even have a dark side." I scough at him "I do too have a dark side." As I said the words I knew they weren't true. I was voted most optomistic in High school. "oh really, when I get a new book I always read the last page, that way in case I die I know how it ends, that my friend is a dark side."

"first of all don't call me friend, were not friends. And second do you think that this makes you a better person? Because let me tell you it doesn't." I said with frustration.

Beck shook his head "no I don't think I am better then anyone else, well that's not true but anyway, I only mean when the shit hits the fan I am going to be prepared and you're not."

"well thanks for letting me know that" I respond. I didn't like that comeback; I was never very good at giving them.

We have been driving for 6 hours; right now Beck was driving. His shift was almost up and I was starving. We decided to pull off in Austintown OH. Luckily right off the highway was this small diner. We had begun to discuss movies; right now we were debating the end of Casblanca.

"you are so wrong!" I shout, not on purpose. "are you trying to tell me that Ingrid Bergman wanted to get on that plane to be with that other man despite having great sex with Rick?" Beck asked. "yes that is what I am saying. No woman is going to want to stay stuck in Casblanca with a man who owns a bar. No I would much rather be the first lady of Czech Republic." I placed my hands in my lap; which I do when I am done getting my point across.

Beck who was silent for a moment spoke "ah it all makes sense now." We pulled into the diner. "what all makes sense now?" I ask as I get out of the car. "nothing, I just know why you would say that." Beck shrugged as he shut the door. "no tell me, why would I say that besides the fact that it is true" I demand. "well it's because you've never had great sex." Beck began to walk into the resturant as I stood speechless outside. How could he say that to me; I catch up to him "hey for you're information I have had plenty of good sex." Now if only I had whispered that sentence; the whole resturant was staring at me.

"no you haven't" Beck eyed the menu. The waitress came over "what can I get you?" Beck placed the menu down "I'll have the number 3 thanks." I browsed mine " ok this is what I want; I want a turkey sandwich on wheat bread, light mayo on the very top slice but only if it is real mayo, if no real mayo then nothing. I only want one piece of lettuce no tomato. Also I only want american white cheese and that goes on the bottom. I don't want fries I want potato chips." The waitress eyed me "ok sure."

Beck and I sat in silence for a minute before he spoke. "so who have you had this great sex with?"

"I'm not going to tell you that" I said offended. "hey you brought it up" Beck defended himself. I frowned " no I didn't you did, and if you must now his name was Howard Goldman."

Beck threw up his hands " hold up Howard Goldman? You didn't have great sex with Howard."

"yes I did" I said. Beck shook his head "no if you need your taxes done then Howard is your man, maybe call him for a root canal, but humping and pumping is not Howard. I'll show you 'oh ya Howard, ride me big Howard' just doesn't work."

This man; if you can even call Beck a man, is driving me insane. Beck continued talking "so tell me what could of possible ended the magical relationship between you and Howard?"

"how do you know we broke up?" I glare at him. "Because if you didn't break up then you wouldn't be here with me." Beck took a bite of his burger.

Normally I wouldn't tell people this, but something came over me. "well since it interests you so much it was because he was jealous. You see I had these days of the week underpants…"

"eehh time out days of the week underpants?" Beck said.

"you know they had the days of the week on them, Monday etc and under each day had a little saying for the day. well I thought they were funny. One day Howard asks me why I never where the Sunday one. Where was Sunday where had I left Sunday? He thought it was all suspious. I tried to tell him the truth but he didn'tbelieve me."

"and what was the truth?" Beck asked. " I explained to tell him that they don't make Sunday."

"why don't they make Sunday? That doesn't make sense."

"they don't make it because of God." I told him matter-of-factly. We finish our meal and I begin to split the check. "ok so 20% is this I have to leave a $6 tip." I felt eyes on me so I look up to see Beck staring hard at my face.

"do I have something on my face?" I ask as I rub my face. "no, it's just that amanda never said how attractive you are" he said.

"well maybe she doesn't think I am attractive." I put my wallet back into my purse. Beck threw money on the table "no it isn't debateable you are attractive."

"oh my God" I get up from the booth.

"what?" Beck asked as if he had no idea what the problem was. "you are dating Amanda" I tell him.

"so?" he was still not seeing the issue. I decided to just tell him "and you are coming onto me."

"no I am not; why can't a guy tell a girl she is attractive without it meaning something more. Fine if it will make you happy I take it back you are not attractive." Beck sat down in the passenger side. "you can't take it back, it's already out there, I know that you think that I am attractive. What we need to do is let itlie."

"whateveri'll let it lie, I like to let things lie. Hey do you want to go over to the motel? See I didn't let it lie." Beck smirked.

"God Beck grow up. We are going to be nothing more then friends" I pulled back onto the highway.

"friends" Beck said. "yes friends" I replied back.

"you realize that we can't actual be friends right?" Beck said as he again reclined the seat.

"what do you mean we can't be friends are you saying I am not good enough to be a friend, I am damn good friend!"

"chillax Tori. what I am saying is that –and this is not a come on in anyway- men and woman can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way."

I thought for a moment "that's not true at all. I have a lot of male friends and there isn't any sex involved."

"no you don't."

"yes I do."

"no you just think that you do."

"are you saying that I am having sex with all these men and I don't know it."

"no what I am saying is they all want to have sex with you."

"no they don't"

"oh ya they do."

"how do you know that?" why was this conversation interesting me?

"because no man can be just friends with a woman he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her."

"well what if I don't want to have sex with them?"

"doesn't matter the sex thing is already out there, so the friendship is doomed and that is the end of the story."

I took a moment to take this all in. I couldn't believe Beck was so non-chanlant about the whole thing. "well I guess you and I aren't going to be friends then."

Beck had shut his eyes to go to sleep "I guess not."

I sigh "that's too bad you were they only person I knew in New York."

We finally made it to New York at 9 in the morning. That had to be the longest drive ever. I pulled up the washington st arch, wow just wow. I pop the trunk so Beck can get his stuff. I get out to be polite "well that was an intersting trip."

"ya, sure" Beck closed the trunk. I stuck out my hand "well have a nice life."

"you too." Beck began to walk under the arch. I watched before I drove away. Thank God I will never have to see that man ever again.