Summary: Robbie finally expresses what he feels. It's a shame that things never tend to work out the way we plan them. Harsh reality fic, one sided Robbie/Beck. Slash. Robbie-centric.

Pairings: (One-sided) Robbie/Beck, Jade/Beck
Cat/Robbie/, Tori/Robbie (Friendship)
Warnings: HARSH reality fic. If angst doesn't suit you, you should probably refrain from reading. Moderate violence and language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Nickelodeon's Victorious, nor am I making any profit on this fan-fiction. This is THE ONE AND ONLY disclaimer I'll be posting.

~Enjoy~

Chapter 1: Pining for a Prince (1)

Robbie stared blankly at this ceiling. Rex had been thrown haphazardly into a corner, and for once the dummy was in complete silence. The day's events replayed over and over in his mind, but he still couldn't make any sense of it. Why did I say it? He asked himself. What possessed me to believe that for one second, it was okay to say that? The reality of everything began to dawn on him, and slowly the numbness was replaced with depression, horror, and most of all, heartbreak. What did I just do? He could feel the tears sliding down his pale cheeks. Why did I tell Beck that I…loved him? A sob escaped his lips as he finally grasped the fact that his attraction to Beck was not only wrong, but never going to happen. Why couldn't I just be satisfied with what I had…?

/Flashback\\

Robbie sat anxiously in class, lightly drumming his fingers over his desk. His eyes periodically darted to the clock, willing time to pass slower. Tori would look over to him every minute, giving him a reassuring smile, while Rex mumbled cynical things into his chest. He let out a sigh of defeat, realizing that time wouldn't stop for him, and that Tori wouldn't allow him to weasel his way out of this one. From the corner of his eye he could see Jade glowering at him, as if she knew what exactly was going to happen.

"Well, she's a witch, and who knows what powers they have?" Rex muttered, but Robbie paid him no attention. After all, the bell was going to ring in a matter of seconds, and he'd be forced to find Beck and tell him...

He ran a hand through his curly hair as he let out a shaky breath. His mouth was dry, his breaths came out in short pants and his palms were sweaty. The bell rang and he inwardly groaned: it was now or never. He glanced at Tori and Cat who eagerly fulfilled their part of the plan by swarming Jade right as the bell rang, laughing and giggling and talking of made up plans from last week to go shopping today. And while Jade was indignant, she could do little to stop the pair of girls from whisking her away. And that would mean that Beck would be free from her, all alone; it would only be he and Robbie. He gulped, as the very thought of him being alone with Beck was a frighteningly ideal situation, too ideal for Robbie's taste, in fact.

It's too late now. The plan has already sprung into action. He thought bitterly, stuffing an indignant Rex into his backpack. The last thing he needed in a delicate situation like this was Rex blurting out his secret before he could break it to Beck. He rolled his eyes as Rex yelled out a few more unpleasant curses before zipping his bag up and slinging it over his shoulder. He hesitantly pulled out his phone and located Beck's number, which wasn't so hard considering he only had twenty contacts. His finger paused at the call button; he was losing his resolve. With one final sigh he pressed the button and held the phone to his ear, praying it went to voicemail.

"Hello?"Beck asked casually, with his smooth and sexy voice.

Damn it all to hell! "Hey Beck! It's Robbie…I was wondering if you had a few minutes to talk with me today?" Robbie asked nervously.

"Yeah. Jade is apparently hanging out with Tori and Cat today, so that clears up my schedule." He replied dryly. "Why, is something wrong?"

"…Yeah. You could say that. So, meet at the front of the school?"

"I'll meet you there."

Robbie slowly hung up with phone, cursing every deity he could think of for making Beck such a caring person. If he was anything like Jade, maybe I wouldn't feel this way. He thought bitterly, shoving his phone into his pocket. He could just imagine Rex's response to that thought as he slowly made his way to the front of the school, making a quick stop at his locker to put a few books away. He waited in front of his locker for a few moments before a strong hand clasped down on his shoulder. He jumped at the impact and quickly turned around, surprised to find none other than Beck behind him.

"B-beck! I was just about to head up…" He trailed off nervously, biting on his lip.

"Well, I was waiting there for a few minutes…so, I figured I should just go ahead and find you. What's up, Rob? Why are you so jumpy?" He smiled Robbie, and that sent the butterflies in his stomach into a chaotic frenzy.

"Ah, I see. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." He kept his gaze lowered, refusing to meet Beck's eyes. His beautiful, flawless eyes. Focus. He reminded himself. "And…I was wondering if maybe we could talk in a more…private place? Or, you know, let the school empty out a bit before we discuss my predicament?"

"…Sure. I can wait." He eyed the other teen suspiciously. "It must be pretty important, then?"

Robbie nodded in response. "Mm'kay." The pair waited in silence as the students raced out the school, and once again Robbie wished time would just slow down or come to a complete halt. He bounced on his toes as the last few kids walked out of the school, leaving them alone. He glanced up at Beck and found that the taller teen was staring at him intently.

"Wh-what?"

"…That was the last of 'em. So, you gonna tell me? Or do we need to spend the next three hours together in awkward silence?" He joked. Robbie let out a laugh. If there was one thing he appreciated, it was Beck's humor. "Where's Rex?"

Robbie stared up and shrugged. "I put him in my bag…I figured now wasn't the time for him to be up."

At once Beck straightened up, and any trace of humor was gone. "So, this is serious…" He looked at Robbie expectantly. "What's wrong? Come on, you know you can tell me anything, Rob."

Robbie hated it when Beck called him 'Rob': it made him feel special, as only Beck called him that. He sighed gulped back his fears. He could feel his heart pumping in his throat, making breathing difficult. He closed his eyes and took a few calming breaths. It's now or never. He reminded himself.

"You see Beck…I really like someone-"
Beck let out a sigh of relief. "Shit, Robbie, you made me think you were dying of cancer. So, who's the girl? Cat? Tori?" There was still an underlying tone of concern in his voice that Robbie caught—maybe it was still from his initial thought?

"And you see, Beck…That's where the problem is. I don't like Cat or Tori, or even Jade." Robbie could see the confusion in Beck's stare. Robbie was sure that he knew where this was going now. "I'm not crushing on the Northridge girls either." His pulse was picking up; he was so close. It's now or never. "I…well, Beck…I like you." As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted it. The look of pure shock crossed Beck's features, followed by a gasp somewhere off to his left. His head quickly snapped up and gasped himself. Not five feet away from the pair was Jade, her eyes narrowed into slits. He could see Cat and Tori behind the gothic girl, both with apologetic stares.

Before Jade could hiss out any insults, before Cat or Tori could apologize for being unable to keep Jade away, and before Beck could even respond, Robbie ran out the school. Forgotten was his car in the parking lot as he ran to through a group of girls, down the street through a few red lights. He didn't stop until he got home, shakily pulling out his key and opening his door, finally collapsing onto the tiled floor of his kitchen, glad that both of his parents were working. He could still vividly see the look Beck had given him, and all he could think of was that he had gone with never.

/End Flashback\\

He rolled over and grabbed his cell phone off of his dresser, finally having enough courage to check his phone. He grimaced when he saw the amount of messages. Twenty text messages…fourteen missed calls, and fourteen voice mails. He opened the texts, quickly skimming the 'I'm sorry's' from Cat and Tori, and deleting the messages that were from a number he didn't recognize. Considering the number of those, he figured it was from Jade—after all, he didn't have her number. The calls and voicemails reflected the texts (unfortunately, even the Jade texts), except for one; the one he had been dreading most.

He put the phone close to his ear as Beck's voice uncertainly began to speak. "Hey, um Robbie…I—let's just not…let's just not talk anymore, okay? Sorry, but—bye." He didn't realize he had dropped the phone until he heard it clatter on his floor, sending his battery off to God knew where. But none of that mattered to him. He had lost Beck…and though he said that this would happen if he told Beck how he felt, he didn't truly expect it to. Beck isn't going to be here for me. He's out of my life now...

He could feel the tears slide down his cheeks and onto his bed. He could hear the uneven breaths he let out as he tried to control his tears. But nothing compared to the overwhelming depression that consumed his soul, for he had lost his friendship with Beck because he had gone off on a pathetic hope that the boy who held his affection would feel the same. He was just as foolish as the mermaid from that stupid story (2) he read all those years ago.

And it was all because he had hoped.

References:

1.) The chapter titles of this fic will refer to Fairy Tales, and have a direct mention of said fairy tale in it. This brings me to
2.) The story is obviously Hans Christian Andersen's the Little Mermaid. I just thought it would be a nice mention in this story. To start with the most depressing of tales, and slowly make my way up to a sort-of-happily ever after.

Well, there you have it: A bad start to a sad fic. Don't worry; teen angst can only last so long, right? Oh, and I have a gamble with my friend. If you can't guess…well, Robbie reflects me, and Beck reflects my love interest. So, if I get over 40 reviews by the end of my story, I'll pull a Robbie and finally tell him.

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