Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious.
A/N: I would like to say that I dream just like everyone else, happy dreams and whatnot, but I don't. I dream these weird little iCarly and Victorious dreams and turn them into stories and one-shots. So here you go. Hope you enjoy.
For karurachan1. If you haven't read her story "The Plan" check it out.
"You're insane."
"What's new?"
She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. "Do we have to do this? I mean, seriously. So the guy almost hit you. Does that really make it okay to break into his car and…"
I round on her, my arms crossed. "Will you please shut up? It's quiet and you're not exactly talking quietly. I would appreciate if you would just keep your mouth shut before someone decides that the voices they're hearing aren't inside their heads." I turn back to the car and kick the tire. "People who work at a mental hospital shouldn't be driving, especially when there are pedestrians."
"Jade, I was there, remember?"
I laugh quietly. "Yeah, and you just stood there. So you know what? Fuck you." I don't know why she's even here. I thought I'd seen the last of her for the day four hours ago. "Why are you here anyway? Don't you have a curfew?"
She shrugs. "I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk. And you looked like you needed some company when you so kindly set my mom's garden on fire." I smirk. "It's not funny. My mom's going to be pissed."
"Oh, lighten up, Vega. You worry too much. And honestly, it's getting a little annoying." I focus on the car. "How fast do you think you can run?"
"Why?"
"Don't ask stupid questions. We're in a mental hospital parking lot breaking into a car and you're asking why you need to run? Do you need to be in there too?" She glares at me. "Look, if we have to, you run home. You were in bed all night. Got it?"
"What about you? Your house is farther away than mine."
I roll my eyes. "I didn't say I was going home." Glancing back at the entrance to the hospital I make sure no one else is around and punch the window. Ripping the door open I pull wires from the steering column, cutting them with my scissors, and jam the ignition.
"Jade!" she whispered loudly.
I turn to look at her and realize security is running toward us. "Vega?" She glances at me. "Run." I watch as she takes off down the street and use my scissors one last time, stabbing the back tire as I set off, security right behind me. As I climb the fence, a hand grabs my ankle and I kick back, catching the guy in the face. Fuck, I need to get out of here. I throw myself over the fence, falling hard, my back meeting the asphalt with a thud, and I wince as I stand. The security guards are relentless, jumping the fence when I sprint away from the scene of the crime, ducking into an alley way between a hardware store and a cigar shop. Apparently this town makes poor decisions, putting a mental hospital, tools and weapons and fire all in the same mile. We weren't even in Los Angeles anymore, at least not the happy side. This was the run-down slum where all the criminals and low-lives lived.
I hadn't even thought of that when I told Vega to run. Shit.
I crouch behind the dumpster and listen for the running footsteps. They run past and I sigh. At least I got them off of my tail. After twenty minutes of hiding, I step to the edge of the alley and glance around. It's about five in the morning, meaning people are going to wake up soon to go to work and I can't be here. They'll wonder why one of the "rich kids" is wandering around in the slums so early in the morning and they'll put me to the car vandalism. I knew I should have stolen the damn thing. I'd be home by now.
My cell phone vibrated with a text message. I made it home. What about you? At least I wouldn't have to worry about Vega getting caught or hurt. I reply. I didn't get caught. I figure I owe her that much. Walking toward the better neighborhoods of Los Angeles I hear a noise behind me and stop in my tracks. I know it's a foolish thing to stop when you hear a noise, but this was a click. Someone has a gun, pointed at me.
"Turn, slowly." I hesitate, thinking about whether or not I should turn around or if I should just keep running. "Turn around." I take off running, but I don't get very far. There's a searing pain in my lower left leg, and I cry out, falling to the ground. The guy is digging into my pockets, trying to find something on me, but the only thing I have is my phone and scissors. I try to face him, but he pins me on my stomach, one hand holding my face to the ground, and I feel a cold blade on my arm, followed by sharp pains. The bastard is cutting my arms.
"Get the fuck away from her!" a female voice shouts and the guy on top of me is shoved off. I guess I've lost too much blood because my vision's getting fuzzy, but I see two figures wrestling. There's something dark on a tan arm and I realize who the fuck saved me from being cut to pieces.
"Vega…" I croak. "You're…"
BREAK
What the fuck happened?
I open my eyes and groan at the bright light that seems to be burning a hole in my brain. Why is it so bright? My room is the darkest…wait. I don't remember going home. Where the fuck am I? There's a groan on my right and I turn my head to find out what is making that noise. The first thing I see is the top of a brunette's head resting on tan, bandaged arms. The face is turned away from me, but I know who it is, and immediately my heart sinks. She's hurt because of me. Didn't she say she was at home? How could she have been there? I try to lift my hand to touch her head, to wake her, but my arms were heavy. I couldn't move anything.
"Vega…" I mutter hoarsely, hoping that will attract her attention. It does, and she raises her head, staring at me. "Vega…you were supposed to be home. How did you…" She frowns and doesn't answer, just hugs me, wincing at the pain in her arms. Before I know it, she's kissing my cheek, my forehead, my nose, and then finally my lips. I groan in frustration and she pulls away. "What are you doing?" She buries her face in my neck and cries. What the hell is wrong with her? "Vega…are you okay? Did you get hurt or something? You're really freaking me out."
"You…you weren't waking up," she sobs into my skin. "It's been two days…and you weren't waking up." Two days?
Wait.
"So I was out for two days, and you're the only one here? And you kissed me?" What the fuck? "Vega…what else is going on? Where's Beck? Or Cat? Or even Andre and Robbie?"
"They were here earlier but they had to go to school. I…I told them I would let them know when you woke up." She cries quietly and I know my neck and hair is soaked by now. "Jade…I…I thought you were going to die."
"What about you? Are you okay? Why weren't you home?"
"It felt wrong, so I turned around and headed back to see if you were okay. But then…I saw the guy and…he was on top of you, and I thought he was…" She pulls away. "He was cutting you. You were losing so much blood."
"Vega…I'm fine. I promise. What happened to the guy?"
She shrugs. "He knocked me out, I think. I woke up here yesterday and I fought the nurses to be allowed in her with you overnight."
"Beck didn't…"
She shakes her head. "I fought him too." Vega hangs her head. "I know I shouldn't have…but I felt like this was partially my fault and I needed to make sure that you were okay. And about the kiss…I didn't…I wasn't thinking." She looks away and I know she's lying. I poke her arm with a finger and she stares at me. "I…I'm sorry, Jade. I can't."
"You can't what, Tori? You can't tell me the truth?"
She shakes her head. "You'd hate me even more and then you'd go and tell Beck and everyone that I kissed you and that's enough for me to want to say goodbye to you. You're awake, so I should go call them." She moves away from the bed.
"Vega, wait." She stops. "If it makes you feel any better, I'd have kissed you too." The half-Latina girl turns and stares at me, confused. "I…I was going to, once we were both at your house. I never intended to go to my house because I wanted to spend the night at yours after we finished in the parking lot. But then I got held up and all of this happened, and I couldn't. I never got a chance to."
"But you and Beck…"
"We broke up. That's why I was in a bad mood. That's why I set your mom's garden on fire. That's why I didn't protest when you followed me for miles. But I never wanted you to get hurt. I should have stopped you. I should have told you to go home." I sigh. "Please…talk to me before you call them. I don't want them right now."
She hesitated, glancing toward the door, before finally returning to her seat beside the bed. "Jade…I don't know what you want me to say."
"Then don't say anything. But I really can't move…well, not as much as I would like. Do you mind coming up here?" She doesn't protest, carefully avoiding my arm as she climbs into the bed with me, resting her head on my shoulder. I kiss her forehead and wrap my around her waist the best I can, which isn't pretty, and she frowns.
"Jade…don't hurt yourself more…"
"I won't, Vega…Tori. Just…stay here with me for a little while?"
She nods and kisses my cheek, holding me tightly and I can't help but think why we never showed how we felt before, why I spent all that time "hating" hating her, and dating Beck. I didn't know the answer to any of that. But what I do know…
Things are going to be changing.