Hey! So I wanna do a very quick Jori two-shot. And Yeah, this is part one, I guess.

The worst time to possibly get writer's block is right now. The Full Moon Jam is coming around once again, and here I am, being forced to write another song. I'm not good at this. My inspiration well has run dry. That's probably because I've been stuck up in my room for a week trying to get this stupid song done. I haven't even called or texted Andre, Cat, Beck, Robbie or Jade. I had cut myself off from the outside world. But I now realise how stupid that is.

Springing up from my messy sheets, I bounce to the door. My room's quite messy from all the crumpled notebook sheets and various musical instruments. I don't really play a lot of them, but I figure that if I can make a sound that doesn't sound like a cat giving birth, then I can really do anything. I remember trying to make a pleasant noise spit out of a trombone I had 'borrowed' from my neighbours, and making it sound like a hyena….who was dying.

Despite what most people think, I'm not the best at instrumentals. I can really only play piano to some degree, Beck's trying to teach me guitar, and I still cannot play the French horn or piccolo. But I don't really mind, as my voice is my strong point. People say that you don't need music for something to be a song. Personally, I'm a big fan of poetry, believing that every stanza is a verse in a song. Hey, maybe that's what I'll do; I'll write poetry, but sing it.

But I need to do this somewhere else. The smell and vibe of my cluttered room is making my head spin. Normally my mauve room is welcoming, and I love spending time there, but, right now it hurts me. My cupboard shelves lined with pictures and strange little doo-dads I've found here and there. I'm quite a collector, mostly of feathers dropped on the ground or running down a stream in the hills. Feathers always fascinated me, though I'm not sure why.

I make my way down into the main area of my house, where the light blinds me. I realise I hadn't seen light in three days. Man, I have a problem. I think I may have the house to myself, although I'm not quite sure, due to the fact I haven't done anything productive. What if they went on holiday or something? Okay, no, they would tell me. Right? Yeah, that's stupid. I skip through the room, hop over the stairs and open the door to reveal my courtyard.

The birds chirp melodiously as the blue sky reveals the shining sun. I feel the heat radiate onto the bare skin of my neck, lighting up my body and mind. The air feels slightly damp, although it hadn't rained much. I breathe deeply, feeling the air dance along my tongue. I am strange like that; I don't just 'breathe', I like to saviour every breath of fresh air. I dance across the courtyard, kicking my heels and swaying my arms like some lunatic who had just fallen in love.

I sigh to myself. Oh, love. I've never really been very good at it. Danny turned out to be a traitor; telling me he was in love with another girl while we were dating. Ryder was just a plain jerk, and Steven. Man, Steven just crossed the line. And Beck tried to kiss me, even though he's Jade's ex.

Jade. I don't even know what to say about Jade. I kind of always have had this 'thing' for her. I'm not sure what it is though. I smile at her a lot, even though I have no real reason to. There's just something about her aura, the way I feel when she's around me. I'm not sure if I ever considered myself a lesbian. I mean, I've only ever dated guys in my life. It's not like I can just change, can I? I know Jade, she's into boys. But she's only ever dated Beck.

I don't know, maybe, Jade gets nervous around me as well. Maybe her heart starts to race and her palms sweat. Although, that's probably just wishful thinking. I always enjoyed thinking like that; it gave me dreams and hopes. But I'd never had one about feelings before. Well, until this moment. Oh well, Jade's probably still deeply in love with Beck, and I'm just a girl. And I guess that's okay, considering I don't know how I feel for her.

After deciding I had danced around enough, I spot a latticed chair underneath the apple tree. I plonk myself down on it, grabbing a notebook and pen from my pocket. Okay, what shall I write about? Ooh, I know! Hopes and dreams. No, that's cheesy, Tori. Think big. Think real. Think deep. Deep green. That's the color of Jade's eyes. Sometimes they were light blue, shimmering with hope and glee. Her eyes were like the windows to her soul, giving away her deepest secrets, not that I ever really realised that before. Tori, stop thinking!

Maybe about dancing. Just like I did thirty seconds ago. Oh, I love the way Jade dances. She lets her body guide her, syncing her movements with the beat. Tori, what are you doing? You can't like Jade. Jade is a vicious and cruel monster deserving of no one. What? No she's not. She's a free spirit trapped inside a protected body. Tori…seriously, shut up. You've got to stop thinking about Jade. Think about your clothes.

I look down at my white jeans and my purple blouse. Purple. That's the color of Jade's highlights. They brighten up Jade's curtained hair, and just draw your attention to them. Okay, Tori… seriously, stop.

But I can't. Everything thing I can think of reminds me of Jade. Okay, Tori, just face it. You like Jade. You like Jade. Oh, no, I am a lesbian. Oh well, I guess there's no harm in that. Oh wait. Beck. Beck's my friend; he's a really close friend. I mean, could I really do this to him? But nothing should ever get in the way of true love? Ugh, my head.

Maybe I should tell Jade? Maybe she could feel the same way? Maybe her palms start to sweat around me. Maybe her heart starts to race when she's near me. But I can't ask her. That'd be weird. She'd be like 'What the hell, you think I'm a lesbian, Vega?!' But maybe I can tell her without telling her. I can do that, right?

Oh who am I kidding? Of course I can. I'm Victoria Vega! I can do anything, even tell a girl who hates me that I secretly have had a crush on her for the past year, especially when she had a boyfriend. Oh man, I'm making myself sound like some monster. But you're allowed to become a monster for love, right? No, Tori, of course you're not. There is no excuse. But I do really like Jade.

You see, this is what happens when you fall in love for real, Tori. No, Tori, you are not in love. Ugh, this is going to be harder than I thought.

Wait, what if I write my song about Jade? Yeah, that's what Andre did. And it made him get over her. Yes, Tori, we may do that.

So, I pour my heart into rhyme on my notepad, being careful not to use Jade's name. I don't think about it, I just let my hand move itself freely across the paper. I feel so strange, yet so relieved to let something know. I had kept my feelings for Jade locked up in my heart for a while, and thought I could handle being around her everyday. But I couldn't. I can't. She's just…Jade.

After an hour or so, I find my paper completely full of what would seem like meaningless words. But they meant something to me. They were my heart. Like my heart spewed out onto the page. Ew, no, Tori, that's gross. It's like….there's no word to explain it.

I want to tell you I'm in love

But you can't know

I wanna take a hold of your heart

But I keep letting go

Tell me, when I look into your deep green eyes

What should I expect to find?

And deeper into your beating heart

Tell me, am I what makes it start?

Answer me one thing

Before I look upon your face

When I'm around you

Does your heart start to race?

Yes, I did right that myself, by the way.