Hey guys! Destiny here. This is a new story I just thought of. I honestly don't know how it will work out. So please no hate comments. I'm giving this chapter my all. And there aren't any promises as to when new chapters will be out, if I decide to continue it. I have to finish off Hate Love, and I have to write the last chapter of falling hard. I am going to finish them soon. Been realllllllllly busy! Like really. :/ I hope you enjoy this.
WHENEVER WE CAN.
Tori P.O.V
I'm Tori Vega. I have beautiful brown eyes and long flowing hair, so I've been told. I have two parents, who aren't separated or divorced. I have an annoying but loving older sister, Trina. I have a small puppy named Mac. I have a condo with wide windows and tons of space not needed. I have the perfect car and the perfect friends. I have an awesome job, working as my boss's right hand. I have my first album being put together. I have everything I have I ever wanted except for…Beck.
I don't want to seem stuck up and preppy, but I've meet most of my life's goals that I deliberated in my sophomore year of high school. I just want to know why; I can't have the one thing that I truly desire. Why can't Beck not see me more than his best buddy or his 'right hand' whenever he needed one? I want to be more than friends. I want him to love me. I need him to love me. I've loved him since my sophomore year. I'm 23 now, college educated and everything. And I'm also a failure. I should have gotten over Beck, and took an interest in someone else, someone better. I don't know what held me back-perhaps the fact that we went to the same college and the other members of the gang scattered about in different colleges, or maybe because he was always there.
I remember we always had pizza and pop and we curled up in one another's dorm and watched a movie every time there were school games and prep rallies. He knew how much of a social outcast I was, and how people didn't find me to fit in with their popularity; he stuck by me still.
One time he literally dragged me to one of the college parties and I remember the bar tender filled my glass with vodka mistakenly, instead of a Shirley temple. I knew nothing of drinks so I drank it anyway, ignoring the strong taste. I drank another because Beck had left me to go dance with his friends, and I was bored and had nothing else to do. Suddenly this powerful urge came over me and I was twitching and dancing and moving about. That was all I could remember the next morning I woke up to see Beck's smiling face with some Aspirins and a glass of water which he held in his hands. I asked him what happened as I took the aspirins and water from him as a dominant, controlling migraine beat on my head. All he said was, "interesting things Tori." To this day I ask him what really happens, and to this day he still tells me the same thing. I really think he just doesn't remember either and refuses to just admit it and tell me that he 'can't remember that it's been so long'.
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It's Monday morning and it's time for my daily routine. The sun comes up and my alarm goes off. I roll over and hop out of bed. I push my small feet into my bunny slippers and throw on my pink robe. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I make my way to the bathroom.
After taking a pee, showering and brushing my teeth, I sit on my bed with a red towel clinging to my body, showing off my curves. My hair, the ends slightly wet, dripped onto my back sending thrills down my spine. I shivered as I patted my skin dry with the towel.
I heard my phone's ringtone go off as I was rubbing moisturizer all over my body. I reached over to the bedside table and quickly answered. I tilted my head to my right and used my shoulder to hold my phone to my ear.
"It's 6:22, what do you want," I asked. There's only one person I knew who would call me at this time, and his name starts with a B.
"Tor, babes. How are you," Beck asked cheerfully, too cheerfully. He wanted a favor.
"You know I hate it when you call me babes."
"Yes babes, and that's exactly why I continue to call you it," I knew he was probably on the other side of the phone smirking, that famous smirk of his. The one girls drool over. The one Jade drools over.
"Ughh… Beck what do you want I'm kind of busy now," I told him.
"Really? What could you be doing at this time of day, that would have you soo busy," he asked.
"Well for starters, I just got out the sh-"
"So you're naked," he asked amused now; I felt like he could see me. It felt like his piercing eyes were watching me. I pulled my towel over my body. Obviously he couldn't see me, but being the Tori I am I pulled it over anyway.
"Uhh…well when you put it that way…"
"Jeez relax Tori. You're so uptight. I bet you probably covered yourself," he said this and it really felt like he was watching me. I blushed, embarrassed.
"How'd you know?"
"…because I know you. Tori every time we go to the beach you're always in some kind of one piece with shorts on and a tank top. You're always so…personal. Like you have something to hide," Beck said and I sighed. He was right I am a little, too personal. I have known Beck for a long time, it's not like I couldn't trust him enough to let him see me…more casually. But, I don't think I own casual clothes. My clothes are for business and business only. I don't do anything fun. I don't go anywhere fun.
"You know what Beck, I'm not like one of you fucks buddies who wear lingerie for you and…I'm sorry if I don't meet up to your standards and everything, but I am a woman. I don't dress provocatively."
"Is that how you feel? So you basically are calling me a male whore," he questioned.
"…yes," I sighed and blinked back a few tears. I hated Beck being mad at me, and I hated being mad at him.
"Well Tori, at least I'll be getting some. Unlike some people," his voice changed a little and I could tell he was kind of upset.
"Beck…," I whispered softly. He'd hit my soft spot.
"….Tori I'm sorry I didn't mean it. I really didn't. Please forgive me," his voice pleaded.
"I'm sorry too, Beck I love you…we're the best of friends and I didn't mean to call you a male whore."
"It's alright." For the next 15 seconds there was dead silence between the us.
"So, what did you want again," I asked finally.
"Could you come in early for me today," he asked.
"Sure thing boss."
"I hate it when YOU call me that."
"Well, now we're even," I giggled.
"Whatever babes see you soon."
"Erg. Bye."
I throw off my towel and rubbed on some deodorant and I ran to my walk in closet and put on my bra and panties and pulled up my curvy black dress. I clipped on a black bow in my hair and pulled my damp hair up into a high ponytail. I put on some panty hose and black pumps. I grabbed one of my designer bags; sprayed myself with some Pink Chiffon, beck's favorite perfume. Walking out of my closet and into my bathroom I applied little eyeliner, blush, mascara, eye shadow, and lipstick. Stepping back a tad bit I looked at myself in the mirror, impressed with my look. My exotic, damp hair. My curvy black dress and my natural looking makeup. I realized something was missing. I walked over to my jewelry box on my dresser and put on a heart shaped necklace and the matching bracelet. Satisfied I walked downstairs.
"Hey Mac, where are you buddy?"
Mac got up off his bed and ran to me at the end of the stair case. "Good morning to you too," I picked him up and kissed his nose. I took his leash of the hook and snapped it on him; I took him outside to do his business.
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"Tori, hey," Beck greeted me as I walked into his office with coffee in my hands.
"Hey Beck," I handed him his coffee and he nodded his thanks and took a sip.
He walks close to me and pulls me into him I stumble a little but he holds me firm and sniffs my neck.
"I love when you wear that perfume," he says and lets me go.
"You're so weird," I redden and a small smile comes to his lips.
"…about earlier… I'm really sorry," I avoided his eye contact.
"Hey," he called to bring my eyes back to his. "I told you, its fine babes," he smiled.
"Okay," I blushed a little.
"So why am I here early," I ask.
"I need you to come with me to run a few errands," he smiles.
"Like?"
"I need a new suit for the meeting I have later on today, and I really wouldn't like to do this alone. I'm not good with fashion."
It's true, he isn't. He's more of a casual person. The total opposite of me.
"Fine, let's go."
"I'll drive," he says as he digs his keys out his pocket.
"Why do you always drive? You never let me drive."
"Oh come on Tori," he looked at me. "Everyone knows girls can't drive."
"You're so fucking sexist," I giggle and follow him to his car.
Beck's one of the biggest actor/film producers there is. And I am making my way there; I'm going to be a hit, after my album releases next week. Oh, but I could never quit on Beck. He needs me. He'd curl up in a ball and die without me.
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"I can't believe you're actually doing this," Beck said from the other side of the phone.
"Yup. I need to be more casual Beck, so I'm buying casual things," I say.
"You're ridiculous," he chuckles.
"HEY," I laugh. "We'll do something fun soon. We never do anything fun. I wanna live," I yell a little too loudly and people in the store stare at me. I hold my laugh back and smile at them, they look away.
"Fine. We shall. Soon…soon. Hey Tori, I have to go I have a meeting soon."
"Kay bye. Good luck. You will look great in that suit we got," I speak words of encouragement.
"Aw, thanks. See you later. Ms. Casual."
I giggle "bye," I hang up.
It's done. Please tell me how you like it. Review please.
