Disclaimer: I'm not Nickelodeon, so I don't own any of this chizz.
Author's note: Wow! Thanks so much for everyone reading! This has so many more hits then I ever imagined! Still no reviews though (hint hint) anyway this is the promised kiss chapter. I know I'm spoiling you guys by posting three chapters in a day, but I just had a huge inspiration streak and changed the ending somewhat, which I'm excited to show you. As always, read, enjoy and please review!
André
Tori's status update glowed up at me from the pear phone lying carelessly on the passenger's seat next to me. As I pulled into her driveway, song ideas were flying through my mind at a mile a minute, though too fast for me to pin them down and get a feel for what they were. Turning the key in the ignition, I noticed my hands shaking. While it was pouring with rain outside, the inside of my truck was toasty… I guess that breakfast burrito Robie gave me was a bad idea. I thought it looked a little grey.
"Hey! Come on in, it looks freezing out there." Before I knew it, I was being pulled into the Vega residence by surprisingly strong Tori. My stomach made a nervous flutter (on second thought, that burrito was definitely a bad idea.)
"Who is it?" A voice called from upstairs, presumably Trina.
"André," Tori yelled back, shooting me an apologetic look as Trina let out an audible noise of disappointment. "Were you expecting someone?" she asked.
"No, I just wanted you to bring the hot one." Trina whined. Ouch.
"For the last time, Trina, Beck has a girlfriend!" Clearly exasperated, Tori sighed. Another disappointed groan as Trina appeared at the top of the stairs. "Leave!" she growled, throwing a pillow that narrowly missed her crazy sister, who then seemed to scream the entire way to her bedroom. Tori apologized profusely as we walked to the piano, on top of which (as promised) sat a mountain of dip.
The shaking in my hands subsided as soon as my fingers caressed the smooth keys, dancing to the melody they created. Everything but Tori and I melted away as she caught on to what I was playing and began to sing along. It was not a particularly romantic song, but the way she sang it captivated me, all the way to the chorus.
"Kiss me
K-k-kiss me" she belted.
So I did.
The room suddenly plunged into silence as my hands were running through her hair and her lips were pressed against mine. She breathed into me and I into her, pouring every ounce of ourselves into that moment. Though we were no longer making music, I swear I heard harps. Until she pushed me off her.
My arm fell on the piano in an attempt to balance myself, landing with a clumsy thump of notes. "André!" Her eyes bulged, but she still looked as beautiful as ever. I would have leaned in for more had her lips not been pressed into such a tight line. "I think you should leave now." She whispered into her lap, avoiding any eye contact. It hit me what I had done… she didn't want me.
My legs felt like lead as I traipsed across the wooden floor and out of there, for once grateful for the heavy rain as it masked my tears.
André Harris: I guess I'll be doing a solo… time to sing the blues.
Mood: Sorry.
Disclaimer: I do not own the song E.T by Katy Perry.
