Hey dear readers! Here comes my new story, which is probably way more realistic than what the others were before, and even though there aren't that many people who's reading fanfics now, I wanted to show you this anyway, and we will see how many views will it have when I finish it (and probably its sequel, 'cause I already know what will happen in each chapter – I've never been this confident with any of my stories, haha). I already talked about this story in one of my other stories' A/N, so I think it's not a big surprise, and I hope you'll like this one, too :) Anyway, I don't own Victorious.
"Do you have everything?" Jade asked impatiently as she sat on the edge of my bed, waiting for me to finish packing my things up into my suitcase. I sighed and closed its lid, then sat down next to her.
"Yes, I do. Happy?" I asked back smilling, when she moved closer to me and gently took my hand.
"Happy." she whispered and immediately kissed me on the lips, then slowly pushed me backwards to make me lay on my back, so that she could be on the top of me.
So, that was me: the 25-year-old, mature Beck Oliver, who was packing his things up, because he was going to London, to his cousin's house for a week, and Jade West, his girlfriend lived with him. I don't say I didn't have a perfect life, because I did, all I could wish for was there to me: a nice, comfy flat in Los Angeles, good connection with my closest relatives, the perfect girlfriend and an awesome job as an actor. Yet I was still unhappy for some reason, maybe the fact that I could barely meet my old, high school friends, who used to be just as close to me as my family. But that problem got solved really fast... anyway, it's a long story – and I'm basically telling you this right now.
"Why do you have to leave me?" she asked sadly, but I could recognize that flirtatious tone in her voice, what she used to speak in when she wanted something.
"It's only two weeks at my cousin's house, and you know that very well. It's not even a big deal, Jade." I replied, and she almost cut me off as she pressed her lips against mine again. I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy the perfection of my life at the moment, but her envy towards my cousin, Amanda, bothered me pretty much. I didn't get why was she jealous, since Amanda was my cousin, my relative, not a strange girl, who I could fall in love with – and I wouldn't, even if I met one. I wouldn't cheat on Jade, I loved her and I was glad she was my girlfriend.
"I know, but I will miss you." she said between two kisses as she started to unbutton my shirt.
"I already miss you." I smiled, what made her stop for a moment. She propped herself on her arms on both sides of me, and she looked back at me smilling. Her cold eyes and pale skin made a really strong contrast with her pitch black hair which fell into her face, and it slightly tickled my face, too, but I didn't care. It felt like the time froze and only the two of us existed, until my phone started to ring in my pocket. I sighed as she rolled off of me groaning, but I picked my phone up anyway.
"Yes?" I asked, and I sat up on the bed.
"Hey! It's me, Amanda. When is your plane going to come? It's already 8 PM here." she said on her childish voice. She kind of reminded me of Cat – I sometimes wondered how were my old friends' life going. I haven't heard of any of them in any magazines or in the news, but I hoped they all were fine and happy, even if they didn't become a famous actor, actress, singer or songwriter.
"Amanda, I'm coming only tomorrow. Did you forget?" I asked again, and I could hear her gasp.
"Ah, yeah, I did. I'm sorry. Well then, I gotta tell my daughter that we aren't expecting a guest today..." she sighed and quickly said goodbye. Before she hang up, I could hear her calling for her daughter, and the barking of her dog, too.
I hoped once my life will be like that, too: a wife, children and pets, and a nice, big house. Even though Amanda was only three years older than me, she already had a five years old daughter and a two years old son, and she was a succesful journalist where she lived, in London.
"Who was it and what did they want?" Jade asked furiously as she sat up, too, crossing her arms on her chest.
"My cousin, Amanda." I replied as I put my phone away and looked at her.
"I don't like her." she told me like she just stated something totally natural which would never hurt anyone's feelings. I sighed.
"I know." I said and wrapped my arms around her waist, then laid her on her back. I saw her smilling before I closed my eyes, and I just couldn't help but felt like my life was going to change, luckily in the good way – I'm still sad because I was wrong...
It was an ordinary day in London: the sky was completly gray becuse the clouds covered it, the rain was pouring hard and everyone was running on the street, trying to reach the point where they were heading to as soon as possible. It was only 6 o'clock in the morning, but the city was busy like it was around 4 or 5 o'clock in the afternoon, when the duty time ended for most people.
A brown-haired girl just woke up in a little flat in the center of London, to the loud noise of a lightning. She was quite sleepy, she would go back to sleep if she could, but her job forced her to get out of bed and get ready for the day. She slipped her feet into her slippers and walked out to her bathroom to wash her face.
"I look like a zombie." she murmured to herself as she put some toothpaste on her toothbrush and started to brush her teeth. She came to London from Los Angeles, and she couldn't get used to the rainy weather easily: it always made her feel tired and depressed, even though she shouldn't be like that as a psychologist. Yet she always said it was the best decision she ever have made: moving to London.
She quickly combed her hair and went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. After a few minutes of thinking, she decided to make blueberry pancakes, her favorites.
"Time flies..." she thought, when she realized her food was ready, when it looked like only a few seconds. She sat down at the table in the middle of the kitchen – which wasn't very big, to be honest – to eat her breakfast, then quickly brushed her teeth again and got dressed into a black pencil skirt and a baby pink, knitted sweater. She wore her favorite pearl earrings which she got from her mother – actually, it was a set of earrings, a necklace, a bracelet and a ring, and she usually wore them together, but the shiny yarn of her top seemed enough. She put on some transparent tights and her high heeled, black boots, then grabbed her satchel and her long, brown coat and ran out of her flat.
She soon arrived at the huge office house where she worked, and after greeting the receptionist and some of her fellow workers, she finally saw a door with a sign saying „Dr. Victoria Vega". She smiled at it, then grabbed the doorknob and walked in to her office.
I mean, to my office. Because it was me: Dr. Victoria Vega, mostly called Tori Vega. The 24-year-old young woman, who moved to London after leaving the university in Los Angeles. I studied to be a psychologist, and I luckily could become one here. And now you may ask why did I want to be a doctor when I was good at singing and acting, and I went to Hollywood Arts? Well, it's easy. I wanted to choose a college, and when I was looking at the list of them, I found a really interesting one. I never thought about becoming a psychologist, but when I first imagined that if I become one, I could help people and have a job at the same time without getting too busy, I started to love it. I soon made my way to that university, and after a few years there, I could finally look after a job as a doctor. And now, here I am, in my own office, waiting for my first patient today.
"Cat, please!" I pleaded, trying to make her eat something, but she was so stubborn. She didn't eat anything since last Friday, when her brother died in a car accident. I feel really sorry for her, and, of course, for him, but everything has to come to an end, and well... his life ended then.
"No!" she screamed and pushed me away hard. She has never been like that, and it literally scared me when she became hysterical. At the moment, I tried to give her some cookies, but as I said before, she didn't want anything to eat, and she became really skinny since the accident – and it happened six days ago, since that she didn't eat anything at all! I was really worried, and I was mad at myself, too, because I couldn't help her.
"Please! You need to eat, you can't go on like this!" I tried again, but she turned away and covered her face with her hands.
"No! Robbie, please, leave me alone! I don't want company!" she mumbled. I sighed and caressed her shoulder – I couldn't do anything else to cheer her up. She looked at me for a moment, and as our eyes met, I could see the endless sadness in her stare. I gave her a slight smile, and even though I wanted to tell her how sorry I was, the doorbell's ringing didn't let me.
"I'm coming!" I yelled, then sighed and stood up from the couch, leaving her alone with her thoughts. It was a miracle that she came out from her room, she didn't leave it in the past few days, and I seriously thought she got kidnapped by her own bed... luckily I was wrong.
But when I opened the door, I had to blink a few times until I could realize who was just standing in front of me: André Harris, my good, old friend from high school. We couldn't talk in at least five months, but it felt like it was forever, and I thought he forgot about me. I was so happy when I saw him again, the only thing that made me confused was that he came with suitcases.
"Hey, Rob!" he greeted me, then looked down at his bags. "Hope you don't mind if I move in to your house for a few... well, weeks, maybe?"
"I don't mind, but... You know, it's not my house." I warned him as I leaned against the doorway.
"Then whose?" he asked, he was clearly confused.
"It's Cat's. You know, her brother died in an accident last Friday, and I moved to her house to keep her company and to try to cheer her up..." I started, but André cut me off. He seemed pretty crazy that day, maybe he was nervous about what would happen if I said 'no'?
"Oh man, I'm so sorry! But then where do you live?"
"I live here." I said, and I saw he got confused, so I tried to explain the situation. "I lived in a small house near here, just a few streets away, but when I heard about the accident, I visited Cat, and she seemed so lost and sad all alone, and luckily she allowed me to move in to her house... Of course not for ever, but until she gets better."
"And may I... I mean, would she allow me to move in, too?" he asked again.
"Ask her, not me." I said, as I stepped away so that he could come in. He looked around and said something like „wow, nice", then immediately noticed Cat sitting on the couch, with her legs pulled up to her chest and her head lying on her knees. Great, she was crying again... I sometimes just didn't know what to do when she started to cry, and I felt very unneccessary then.
"Hey, Cat..." André started, what made her look up. She probably didn't even notice that he came...
"Hey André." she said, then sniffed and wiped her tears away, then sniffed again and looked at André with a teary face. My heart always broke into a million pieces when I saw her like that, and I just couldn't help but needed to sit down next to her and slightly caress her arm.
"See, I lost my job and my house as well, and... Robbie was the only one who I kept connection with after we left Hollywood Arts... And like, I asked him whether I can move in to his house or not, but he said he lives here now, so... can I move here, too? I promise, I will leave as soon as I get a job and I can get a flat on my own!" he explained, but Cat just looked at him with glassy eyes, probably staring at nowhere. After a few moments of silence, André spoke up again. "So can I?"
"Mm-hmm. Sure." she mumbled, then let her head fall on her knees again as she wrapped her arms around her legs, and I could hear her sniffing again. I stroked her hair and went to the door to help André bringing his suitcases in to the living room, then quickly showed him every room.
When we arrived at the living room again, Cat wasn't there – she probably went back to her room.
"I hope she will feel better soon." André said as he looked at the place where she was sitting about ten minutes ago.
"Me too." I nodded sadly, and went to the kitchen to make something for lunch.
I was sitting in a café with one of my old schoolmates from high school, Sinjin Van Cleef. We met there to talk, since my lil' sis', Tori was busy all day, and we were in totally different time zones, and for a reason what I don't know, her old classmates didn't want to meet me. So I had to hang out with Sinjin... Whatever.
"I can't believe that you became an actress!" he said immediately when he arrived at the table where I was sitting, in sunglasses and in a big hat, trying to make people not recognize me.
"Nothing is impossible." I smiled, and as the waiter came, I told him what I wanted, so did Sinjin. "But what about you? How is your life going?"
"Oh, it's wonderful!" he said heatedly. "I'm a stage designer now, I work at a huge theater and it's so amazing."
"Cool! Which one?" I asked as I played with the menu. I expected him to tell me which theater was he working at, but instead, he told me where was it and how did it look like... And he explained this all for about ten minutes, and I just stared at him wide-eyed, but he probably didn't notice.
"We might become co-workers, then. I went to an audition for a play a week ago, and if I get the role, I will work at that theater for a few months." I said, then pulled my hat down to cover my face, 'cause I saw a paparazzi walking over the street – well, it was chasing a man, but he could notice me, too; who knows?
"I'd love it if we could work together!" he exclaimed. I twitched a little, because he was yelling... well... quite loud, some people looked at us, but luckily they didn't really care.
"Me too. Hey wait, where are your glasses?" I asked suddenly. I knew there was something unusual with his look, but I didn't realize it was his glasses missing.
"I don't have to wear them anymore." he said happily, and I nodded smilling.
After we both left high school, I think we both changed – he became kinda cool, and I became even more fabulous. Even though I've never cared about nerds, talking to Sinjin was good in total, and since I didn't really have more, at least a little bit close friends, I thought we should meet again.
Soo this was most likely a prologue for this story, introducing all of the most imporant characters' lives at the moment. You could see that they became a waaay older, mostly at the age of 25, so the story takes place almost 10 years after they finished high school. I hope you don't mind, and that you don't mind Tori not becoming a singer/actress either, but making her a psychologist is needed to write this story on the way I first imagined it. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please, tell me in review whether you want me to continue this or re-write this as an original story with original characters, etc. And another question: do you want Sinjin and Trina to become a couple later? (I asked this only because Trinjin is a kinda beloved pairing, but it's totally your choice, since it has nothing to do with the main storyline, so it would be only a filling for the parts where nothing much happens) After all, please review and have a nice day! :)
P.S.: I'm sorry for making Bade at the beggining, but you know me... My stories always end with Bori :)