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Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious

"Ten." I yelled, glaring at the door. Nothing. No, I thought, and tears welled up in my eyes. I ran away before a tear could escape.

It's been nearly 8 years since Beck Oliver didn't open the door that night at Vega's house. Since then, all of us from Hollywood Arts have done pretty well, if I do say so myself. I've won an Emmy, an Oscar, and a Golden Globe. Vega, André, and Cat have 20 Grammys between them. Robbie's a famous comedian, and Beck... well Beck is a 4-time in a row Academy Award winner.

I've grown up a lot since high school. I still wear dark colors, but the piercings have left my face. My love of scissors still exists, but is less extreme. I've been on a few dates, but I'll admit, that love for Beck Oliver still exists deep down somewhere.

Anyway, tonight is the Hollywood Arts reunion. I originally wasn't going to go, but Cat forced me to. So here I am, on a Friday night, doing my hair and makeup. As I'm getting ready, I can't help but feel a little excitement. Cat and I are still close; I've seen Tori, André, and Robbie a few times, but Beck and I haven't spoken since high school graduation.

As I'm driving, I begin to wonder if this was a bad idea, wondering if I'll have to talk to Beck. I pull up in my BMW at the Four Seasons, vaguely remembering the faces of my former classmates, many of whom now are famous. Naturally, there is paparazzi. "Jade!" someone calls. I turn around to find myself looking at Sikowitz, who looks pretty much the same but with a few grey hairs on his bald head. " Well, look at you Miss Academy Award Winner! Seems like all my acting classes paid off," he says with a twinkle in his eye. "I guess."I say with a shrug. "So are you still at Hollywood Arts. "Yep, teaching another batch of idiots."I suppress a tiny smile. "Well, it was great to see you again." He says. "You too, I guess." Sikowitz looks me up and down. "My, you've changed a lot since high school. You're less of a gank." He says. I raise an eyebrow. Whatever. I roll my eyes before going off to find Cat.

I find Cat sitting at the bar, sipping a strawberry daiquiri, her favorite drink (cuz its pink!). "Jadeyyy!" she squeals . I sit down in the seat next to her and order a bloody Mary."Is Beck here?" I whisper to Cat. "I don't know , but I heard he's coming!" she says, excited, yet unaware of the situation. Crap. Please don't let me run into him, I pray. I look up. Big mistake. I find myself staring into the dark eyes that belong to Beck Oliver, who is standing across the room. Wow. He is still handsome as ever, with his long dark hair and tan skin...Snap out of it, Jade! I get up to go and say hi, I mean he's already seen me. I make my way across the room, to where Beck is talking to André. "Hey," I say. "Hi," Beck says, smiling. "Hi Jade", André says. "I'm going to go find Tori," he says to Beck. "Great seeing you guys."And he leaves. "Hi," Beck says "You look great." I'm wearing a short midnight blue strapless dress, sheer tights, and some black boots. "Thanks," I reply. "You do to."I say, gesturing to his black jacket, pants, and white shirt.

"So how have you been?" he asks.
I look at him. "Fine."
"Oh." Awkward silence.
"Are you dating anybody?" I hear myself blurt out. Fuck! Where did that come from? I blush. " Sorry."
Beck laughs. "It's okay. And no, I'm not seeing anyone.

I don't know why, but I felt by heart jump a little in hope as he said that. Weird.

I try to think of something to say. "So um, how's work?" "I just finished filming a movie, so that should be out by the end of next year. So right now I'm just chilling, I guess. I'll read scripts now and then, but most of the time it's just me in my beach house villa, polishing my Oscars." He says with a smirk.

I roll my eyes. Another awkward silence. "Would you like to dance with me?"Beck suddenly says, offering me his hand. I raise a curious eyebrow. "Sure." I say, taking his hand. He puts his hand around my waist and takes my hand in the other. Just like before, I remember. I can't help but feel my skin tingle at the touch of his hand. We dance to Isn't She Lovely Tonight and Careless Whisper, two of my favorite songs, but I'll never admit it.

As we dance, I can't help but realize I've missed the warmth of his body and his arm around me.

I look up into into his deep brown eyes and instantly, my heart melts. For what I think is the millionth time since our breakup, that one word once again pops into my head- Why? Why did we breakup? Why didn't we ever get back together? Other times its: Why didn't he open the door? Why didn't he try to repair our relationship? Sometimes I even blame myself (although quite rarely): Why did I have to be uncontrollably jealous? Why didn't I try to make things better? Why

My thoughts are interrupted by Beck whispering in my ear. "You look beautiful." He murmurs.

Great. This is exactly what I need right now. Confusion.

The song ends and we sit down next to each other at the long table for dinner. A toast is given, and the food arrives.

After about 3 bites, I'm stuffed. I put my fork down and Beck looks at me with his trademark crooked grin and a raised eyebrow. "Full already?" He says with a teasing edge. "What?" I say defensively. "I never eat that much!" Beck looks at me, then at my food, then back at me, this time with a glint in his eye. He sticks his fork in a piece of my steak and shoves it-well tries to shove it in my mouth.

"Beck-" I protest but am cut if by him sticking the cork further in my mouth.
Finally, I comply and swallow the meat. He grins and kisses me on the cheek. I feel tingles even though its only on the cheek. He's smiling at me with that same goofy grin he had in high school. "Thank you." He says, still grinning.

Ok, so do you think I should continue?