Hey! Sorry if you checked my profile and expected this to be up on Thursday. My computer's been acting up and has been really slow and I've had tons of annoying drama in my life. To make up for it I added the voicemail to this chapter. Thanks for the reviews and alerts :)
This chapter is dedicated to my darling hamster who passed away yesterday, February 28th. She will be missed greatly!
"Do you have to go?" Tori whined, looking at Andre pleadingly. "I'm gonna be all alone in this big house at 10 pm! And," She started, whispering conspiratorially. "I think Mr. Busey is still spying on my house. I'm not staying alone in here with some crazy stalker watching me!"
"Look, I gotta go. My grandma must be going crazy by now. She gets freaked out when it's dark, and you know how crazy that woman is. She's completely cuckoo. Off her rocker. I'm talking insane here, Tor, I have to go." Andre said gently, not wanting to go. He rubbed her shoulder comfortingly.
"Insane?" Tori asked hesitantly, dreading the answer. She knew Andre's grandma was a little crazy, but she had never considered….
"She has schizophrenia, girl." Andre said, smiling softly. "She can't take care of herself, and I'm not sending her off to a nursing home and going to live with my uncle in Beverly Hills. She needs me, Tor. And I won't let her down."
"Ca-Would you mind if I came with you?" Tori shifted nervously. She wasn't used to not being able to help fix someone else's problems, and she was out of her comfort zone.
"Sure. Grandma likes you, you know. After that time I drove you to school, all she could talk about for a day was the girl who had held her oatmeal for her. She did comment on your rudeness in dropping it everywhere, but you can't be perfect."
"Great!" Tori exclaimed, thrilled that she wouldn't be stuck alone in her house. And even better, she'd be with Andre! "Now I just have to get packed," she murmured, mentally planning a list of things to bring.
"You're staying for one night. You don't need anything!" Andre stated, pulling her out the door.
"Fine." She whined, plopping into Andre's car. She sniffed loudly. "Your car still smells like that oatmeal."
"You know, when you get a car and somebody spills oatmeal in it, and you get the smell out, then you can criticize my car. But until then, muchacha, you're on your own." Andre started up the engine, driving out to his house. In five minutes, they were there, and as Tori exited the car, she thought of something.
"Hey, do you know where my phone is?" She asked, frantically patting her pockets.
"..No. I can't even find mine!" Andre answered. A second later the first few chords of "You Don't Know Me" came from the backseat of Andre's car.
"My phone!" Tori cried, climbing into the backseat and frantically running her hands over the seats. After a minute of the ringing, she finds it tucked in between the two seat cushions.
"Was that Jade calling you?" Andre asked, curious.
""No, it was my mom. Why would you think that?" Tori replied, glancing distractedly at him before turning back to her phone and redialing the number.
"Just 'cause of the ringtone. Why would you give your mom that ringtone?" Andre said, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Oh… um." Tori said, seemingly stalling. She was distracted by her mom's voice over the phone. "Yeah, hi mom. I'm at Andre's, actually. I wanted to visit his grandma.. Mmhmm. No, she's not! Why would you think that? Well, kind of. He's right here you know! Look, I gotta go, did you just want to know where I was? What? Ugh! NO, she didn't tell us! I am going to kill her…" She exclaimed, her voice growing angry. Andre smiled affectionately, only Trina could rile her up like that. "Wait, she isn't home yet? No… You don't think…" Tori said, her voice concerned. "Ok. Bye, mom, I'll be home soon." After hanging up, she turned to Andre anxiously. "I'm really sorry, but can you take me home again? See, apparently Trina bought some tickets to see One Direction for tonight, and after telling Mom where she'd be, Mom told her to get some more tickets so we could go too. And now she isn't home and I think she might've done something bad. What if she's in jail?"
Andre brought her close to him, reaching over and encasing her in his arms. "It's okay. She'll be fine. She's Trina, right? She can handle anything." Tori smiled up at him, and soon he reluctantly let her go and revved up the engine. "Now let's take you home."
When they got to the house, Tori instantly checked her phone, only then noticing something. "Andre, look!" She exclaimed, shaking her phone in his face. "A voicemail from Trina!"
"Well don't just stand there looking at it! Listen to it!" Andre said, happily. "Now you know she isn't in jail." Smiling, he bumped shoulders with her happily.
Little did they know that it would've been much better to have her call from a jail than Trina leaving a voicemail from her Pearpad.
"Hey Tor, it's Trina... I bet you're wondering where I am. Or are you just enjoying the silence? Since you're my perfect little sister, I'll let you in on something. I'm dead right now; probably still all over those train tracks. I feel bad for the poor guy who's gonna run me over, probably feels guilty, y' know? If you ever meet him, maybe at my funeral- who am I kidding?! I probably won't get a funeral. I've been checking them out, and I never knew how expensive they could get! And since dad just told me a few days ago that I couldn't get a new mattress even though my old one has bedbugs, you should probably just leave me there. No worries, I probably won't mind anymore."
Tori gasped, appalled at the voicemail. What kind of messed up trick was Trina trying to pull this time? Although Trina sounded upbeat as usual, her words were morbid and disturbing. She listened intently as she continued speaking. "Right now, I'm probably peeking over your shoulder, singing a One Direction song. It's a shame I never got to go to that concert; it would've been no fun without you, anyway."
Tori frowned, Trina hadn't bothered to invite her! She was such a hypocrite! "I know what you're thinking, all of these ugly little thoughts about me. How I didn't invite you to the concert, and how I totally would've murdered a song by people who were actually talented, right? Don't worry, you don't have to answer, you couldn't even if you wanted to! And I was trying to invite you guys earlier, but nobody wanted me to stay! You were all too happy for me to go, so I did. Permanently. Happy now? Whoops, I've gotten terribly off topic. To find the rest of my message, go to 143 Monet Ave. The bartender will give you Andre's phone, with the rest of my information. Tell Andre that the password was ridiculously easy. Oh, since these are gonna be my last words to you, I'd better make them good.-" Trina was cut off. Tori sighed. The voice mail had timed out.
I hoped you guys liked it! I'm now sure when the next chapter will be out, but since I'm shopping for a new hamster, it might not be that soon! This fic will be a bit dark 'cause Trina's gonna be a bit sadistic. And both of the reviews really meant a lot to me! Thanks Invader Johnny (I totally agree with you!) and Dream-to-reality123 (Your review was really sweet and very nicely detailed. It was one of the nicets reviews I've ever gotten and really, thanks so much!)
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