Author's note: This is my first FF on here (meaning I've written them before) so I'm definitely new to the set up. In saying this, please forgive me for my mistakes and enjoy the story. Also, I do not own any of the characters from the Nickelodeon show Victorious.

Tori's POV

I walked up to the steps of the silver bullet that was parked in the driveway.It was Beck's place and I always thought it was cool that he lived there. His family was gone for a week, as always at the beginning of the summer. This summer was no exception, even though it was an important one. It was the last summer for our little gang at Hollywood arts. We all graduated, except for Beck. We were all moving on and he was going to be stuck here in Hollywood, but it's not like it was a horrible place to be stuck. There were plenty of opportunities for him to get known, but he wasted all his money and time on drugs from Northridge, and that is why he failed his senior year.

Cat and Jade had actually put performing arts on hold for now, and were going to a cosmetology school in Florida. It was only for a few months, and they would be back – but we all knew that they were sick of the Hollywood grind and would possibly make it a longer stay. They have this fantasy of going into business together. They want to open up a salon, and name it Kitten Cuts since they are both masters of hair dying and Cat had special effects makeup under her belt already. There were no dorms, so the two of them will be living together in Fort Lauderdale in an apartment that isn't too far from the actual school; which was to be expected since the two of them were "F-buddies" as Cat would like to say. The two of them had gotten closer and closer by the end of our high school career and they ended up doing the deed together one night and just couldn't get enough. Cat loved Jade, but we all weren't sure that Jade felt the same. She didn't want another relationship because of the breakup with Beck and being rejected by guys who were scared of her (let's face it, she's a scary girl). Cat didn't mind the treatment, probably because she was so sweet and everyone was always reprimanding her about her behavior and her stupidity anyway.

Andre was leaving in a week and each day I woke up, my heart broke a little more. He was my best friend and I thought that this summer he was sure to ask me out. When I asked him about taking our friendship further, he didn't want to. He said that he loved "us" as best buds way too much to screw it up for a relationship. That he would forever be my cuddle partner during our unplanned sleepovers and my shoulder to lean on when I was down. Even though he was going to be miles and miles away. He was going to New York City, to attend a music school. We all knew he was a great composer and a fantastic singer, but he had an undying hunger for music that he needed to learn everything about it; from writing it, producing it and everything in between. There was no telling how long he was going to be across the country and he said he'd make it a point to visit during holiday breaks but it was New York City! I couldn't expect him to come back every holiday.

Robbie was leaving, too, only he was going to a whole other country. He was accepted into a filming and directing school in Paris, France so of course he jumped at the opportunity. He would be living the life, too, because on the side he would be teaching courses in ventriloquism with some of the best ventriloquists and puppet masters in the business. Luckily, he was staying until the end of the summer so at least our clique would be whole for the most part until we all went our separate ways.

Trina had already moved out of our parent's house and is living in San Francisco. She found something that she was actually really good at and I'm proud of her. She's a roller derby girl, under the name of "Spicy Fox." And yes, that is her job and it apparently pays well because her apartment is fantastic. I know this because I'm moving there at the end of the summer to work at a music magazine's office for a while before I continue my education despite given offers from plenty of schools to choose from. I just want to experience the work world first before I continue my education. My parents weren't really feeling it in the beginning, but Trina had talked them into it using the fact that our father didn't go to school either after high school. He became a cop, and that only required only so much further education. He knew it wasn't fair to push the both of us into college if we wanted to do something else. As long as we were doing something, you know? So yeah, I would be moving in with her at the end of the summer which was fine with me because she became a lot less annoying after she graduated.

Back to reality. I tapped on the door with one knuckle before a shirtless Beck frantically came to the door. His nose was red and he was jittering all over the place.

"Tori! I wasn't expecting you!"

"What do you mean Beck? You texted me and asked if I could come over," I said, rolling my eyes. I hated seeing him like this. I made myself comfortable on his bed and looked up at him as he pulled a Hollywood Arts tank over his head.

"It was a joke, sheesh," he claimed, but I knew he was just covering up his melted brain.

"So what's up?" I asked, looking down at my phone to turn it on vibrate. I slipped it into my orange denim shorts pocket; it was really hot today.

"I'm totally bummed and I didn't want to be alone right now, what with my parents gone."

"You're totally tweaking Beck," I said, and there was sternness in my voice. I looked him in the eyes. They were glazed over and wet. He smiled and nodded.

"You're right. I just had to get high, Tor. I'm so fucking stupid," He said and sighed.

"You're not stupid Beck, you're really smart and you know it. You just don't -" he cut me off.

"I don't make the right choices? That's what my damn father tells me all the time. Or, here's one: I don't apply myself? That's what the fuckers here said and that's why I have to go back," Beck spat while pulling on the shirt. "I don't even want to go back. Everyone else is leaving and I'm stuck here. I'm going to go back to Canada. I'll be a fucking park ranger. I have to, I can't be the oldest person in the school – that's too fucking embarrassing!" he continued. I hopped off the bed and got behind him and rubbed his shoulders.

"Calm down Beck. You will do fine at Hollywood Arts. You need to graduate. You love that school anyway, so I don't see what the big deal is," I said and I could feel the tension in his body leave as he turned to face me. He pressed his head against mine.

"You're right. And, you're a good friend, Tor. That's what I wanted to talk about with you and you've already managed to clear my head of it. You're, you're just so fucking good…" his voice trailed off as he leaned in for a kiss. I pulled away before his tongue could get passed my lips.

"Beck, I've already told you. I can't. I love Andre and -"

"Yeah, but Andre doesn't love you. He might platonically, but whatever you're wishing for in that pretty little head of yours is never going to happen. I can give you what you want. I can be there for you. I know you're leaving, but I'll only be five hours away. That's close compared to Andre." He stated, and it was right, but I wasn't into Beck like he was into me. His hands slipped down to my hips and I could feel them shake as if they were going to do something they weren't supposed to. I took his wrists and pushed them off of me.

"No Beck. You're attractive, yes, but I just, I can't deal with all of this."

"All of what! You don't even know what it's like, Tori. You've never tried drugs and you look down upon them. You were the first person to ever say 'don't knock it until you try it' to me. Remember? I took you to that Japanese restaurant and they had all those types of sushi that I've never seen? And you got some and I said they were gross and you told me that. You have to practice what you preach, Tor. C'mon, I'll be right here if anything happens." He smiled a reassuring smile and I ate it up. He was right. But he was more than right, actually. I had always been curious. I knew that Trina smoked weed and that it was legal where she lived. I looked him up and down before turning away and giving him an answer.

"Okay, okay. You're right. I hate hypocrisy. Got any pot?"

"That's my girl," he smiled. He walked over to his closet and pulled out a huge glass bong. It was beautiful, actually. There were blues and greens swirling all over. He handed it to me and slipped the bowl and down-stem (I knew the parts of a bong thanks to my older sister, although I always left the room when she used it in fear of a contact high) out to fill it up over at his desk. I heard drawers opening and closing, but most of all I heard my heart beating a mile a minute.

"Is this stuff going to read on a drug test? I mean, I've already been hired and I start at the end of the summer, but just in case?" I asked. He walked over to me and slid the piece back into the bong ever so gently and then handed me a lighter as if I'd know what to do.

"You'll be fine. I promise," he smiled. "Go ahead."

"I need you to walk me through this. I'm a virgin remember?" I laughed nervously.

"Right, well, you light this and then you suck until you're ready to pull. Then you pull this out and clear it, which means you have to inhale it," Beck said his hands and fingers directing me. I nodded. "You got it?" he asked.

"We'll see," I said and followed his instructions. I sucked until the clear parts of the bong where now a cloudy color, then kept going until it was almost a milky color. I pulled out too late, but I didn't want to puss out just yet. I watched Beck's eyes widen when I inhaled the smoke until there was nothing left.

"Holy shit, Tori, that was a huge hit," he patted me on the thigh, "you can exhale now."

And I did. Smoke seemed to come from my face for a long time. I coughed and felt a bit dizzy from the intense inhalation and exhale. Or maybe I was high. What seemed like five minutes went by and I was startled to Beck snapping in my face. "Tori. Tori? Tori! Hey," he said, and I slowly turned to him.

"Wow, your hair looks so soft, Beck," I said reaching up to touch it. My hands were so cold, or at least felt that way, that I couldn't even feel it. I started to laugh. "It's like you have a puppy on your head. Or a puppy hat. Ha! Oh my god, what if all puppies wore hats? Like even crazy ones with feathers on them? "The idea of this made me laugh even harder until I felt like I was going to die. Or throw up.

"God damn, you're high," Beck smiled and gave a reassuring pat to my thigh before hitting the bong himself.

Dammit, I sure was.