Hey guys, I'm a huge Victorious fan and this is the first time I've writen a fanfic in a looong time so cut me a little bit of slack. R&R please and thank yas.

Disclaimer: I do not own any one from Victorious, as a lot of you hve said, if I did Beck and Tori would be the ones together not Jade and Beck. No offense to Jade ' cuz I like her, but Beck deserves more.

"The miracle of friendship can be spoken without words... hearing unspoken needs, recognizing secret dreams, understanding the silent things that only a true friend would know." – Unknown

I don't know why I was there or even how I got there, all that I knew is that before I knew what has happening I was pounding on the door of the small trailer and when it finally opened there he stood. The only person I wanted, no, needed to see, to be near, was standing in front of me his brown, shaggy hair poking out every which was from tossing and turning in his sleep. He turned on the porch light and blinked a few times from the sudden light then rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Tori?" he questioned, "What are you doing here at," he looked behind him at a clock, "two O'clock in the morning?" then it hit him "Two O'clock in the morning? Great, I don't know one person that's up at this ungodly hour."

I closed my eyes as I was scolded then opened them again when he'd stopped. " I'm sorry." was the only words that I could think of to say and they were barely above a whisper as I cast my eyes down to the concrete steps. I heard him sigh then scratch his head.

"Tor." He said more calmly, I lifted my eyes up to meet his light brown ones that always made me weak in the knees. He studied me for a while and I took the time to take in that he was standing in the door way in just his black boxers, showing off his perfectly muscled body. I met his eyes again and a smirks spread across his face then it occurred to me how I must look. I was in my purple pajama pants with my name printed in different fonts on them in yellow lettering, a white tank top on under the matching pajama shirt - which had yellow letters HA printed on the pocket – which I wore like a jacket and the pair of deep purple fuzzy slippers he and Jade had bought me for my birthday last year. I was drenched because I had run all the way to his house from mine in the pouring rain just because I had to see him, had to hear his voice. I knew my hair was laying in stringy clumps from being wet because I could feel the water drip down onto my shoulder and down my back.

"Yeah?" I asked shyly which caused his smirk to turn into a smile as he opened his arms in a silent invitation, one I wasn't about to turn down. I stepped into his arms and wrapped my own around his middle and rested my head against his chest. At the feel of my cold body against his warm one his arms enclosed around me and held me against him like he didn't mind being wet and rested his cheek on top of my head.

"What are you doing here?" he whispered to my hair and rubbed my arms when I started shivering.

"I'm not sure," then I thought about it, "I wanted to see you." I admitted causing him to sigh.

"Tor, you can't keep doing this, I'm still with Jade. I can't leave her, I told you that." he said as he continued to rub my arms.

"I know and I'm not asking you to, you know that." I mumbled into his chest and was lead inside as my shivering spread to him. He shut the door, locked it behind us, and lead me to the bathroom.

"Stay here." He ordered as he stepped out of the room and into disappeared into the shadows. I looked at myself in the mirror while he was gone, yep, I looked bad. Besides looking like some wet chew toy a dog drug in, I was sporting deep purple - almost black - bags under my eyes. I didn't hear him come in so when he called my name I jumped and my foot slipped from underneath me, and I started to fall backwards, but was saved by Beck's strong arms catching me. "Be more careful, it wouldn't look good with a beautiful girl knocked unconscious in my trailer." He chuckled at my now, pink cheeks then pulled me up right, and handed me a towel, grey t-shirt, and a pair of his boxers. "Get changed then come sit at the table with me." He said as left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I sighed, and stripped then grabbed the towel and tried off before putting on his shirt and boxers on then I walked out, hanging my clothes on the shower rod to dry.

I walked out to see Beck sitting at the table with two mugs in front of him with steam coming from them. The closer I got the more I could smell the rich, hot chocolate that resided inside the cups. "Mmm, smells good." I said as sat down.

"Glad you think so, enjoy." He said as he slid one of the mugs of hot coco to me as he blew on his then sipped from it. "When you're done you can sleep in my bed and I'll go in the house and put your clothes in the dryer."

"I'm not gonna take your bed from you Beck." I said as I blew on my cup then set it down and stared into it, hoping it would have some sort of chocolate wisdom for me or something. I looked back up when he grunted – typical guy response. "What?"

"Nothing." he shook his head then blew on his some more then chugged down the rest, "be back." He said as he got up and went into the bathroom to retrieve my clothes then walked out of the trailer and to the house. I sat there thinking about everything that had happened recently, staring intensely at the cup that was in front of me.

I shook it off as I heard the door to the house shut, not knowing how long I had been staring at the hot coco I took the first sip from the mug as Beck walked back into the trailer, it was warm. I watched Beck walk around the trailer as if he was looking for something as I drank my warm coco. "You okay?" I asked causing him to stop and look at me.

"Yeah, I'm fine, why? He questioned then went and sat across from me again. I just shook my head then looked around for a place to put my cup when I was finished. "Here," he reached out a hand and place his other over the mouth of the other one, "I'll take it." I handed him the cup and he got up. "Get some sleep, in my bed, Tor." He said as he walked out and headed back into the house.

I sighed, giving up all hope of winning that argument and climbed into his bed, relaxing. Beck had to have gone and bought "The World's Most Comfortable Bed" because it was exactly what I imagined sleeping on a cloud would feel like. I don't know when Beck came back or where the heck he slept, all I know is for the first time in a long time, I actually got a decent amount of sleep.