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[Robbie's POV]

There's a nervous energy fluttering around my body as I wait on Tori's porch. I can't believe where I am. My heart rattles against the inside of my chest as Tori swings open the large front door to her house and I swallow thickly as she appears in front of me.

"Hey Robbie." Tori greets me, bouncing slightly for a moment, before pulling me into a tight embrace. I pull back and study her intently, her face and her features are as undisturbed and as flawless as a mirror. I glance at a mirror across the room and look at my skinny cage of skin and bones next to Tori's beautiful toned body I'm nothing. I can't believe she'd even touch me willingly.

"Hey." I reply, eventually forcing my body into co-operation. Trying to recover from the shock of her enthusiastic greeting, I pull myself out of my thoughts poking her petite nose lightly, before stepping inside.

"Come on, sit down, and get comfortable." Tori babbles, before gesturing to the orange-fabric couch at the center of the Vega family living room.

"Can I have some water?" I ask, my throat reminding me of the center of the Sahara desert.

"Sure." Tori replies in her usual perky voice, before turning towards the kitchen. As she walks away, there's something different about her. I'm almost positive of it. The way she glides across the floor, the pink tinge lighting up her cheeks. Watching her graceful movements, I blush lightly and look up from where I'm sitting. As she tries to reach the top shelf of the cabinet, her t-shirt rides up a little, causing the laminate of the countertop to press into her bronzed stomach.

"Need some help?" I rasp, forcing myself to meet Tori's eyes.

"Yes please." She states with a grin and taking a short step away from the counter to inspect her stomach. As step towards her, I catch a glimpse of an angry red line that crosses her torso. Brushing my hand over her shoulder, I lightly brush past her.

She's definitely different today, she doesn't wrench herself away from my palm as I use her shoulder to balance myself and reach for a glass. I could almost swear I saw a blush engulf her cheeks as I pulled away. I grip the cool glass in my palm and slowly lower it to the counter. Closing the cabinet, I flip on the tap to cold and watch the torrent of water flood out and into the metal basin of the sink. I stick the glass under the water and watch as water catches in the bottom of the glass and slowly rises to the rim.

Lifting the glass to my lips I drink. My throat never quite loosens and still feels dry when I empty the glass. Shrugging internally, I shift my gaze to Tori. She's standing slightly in front of me and studying something in the bushes outside.

"You okay?" I ask putting one hand on her shoulder, once again sending electric shocks from my fingertips and through my entire body.

"Did you see that?" She asks backing against me, as though she's not repulsed in the slightly. Ignoring the feeling of her perfect body brushing against mine, I peer through the glass doors and at the bushes lining the Vega's porch. One of the nearby bushes shudders, but there's no wind outside.

"Tori, something moved in your bush." I whisper, a slight tremor in my voice.

"Oh God, Mr. Busey!" She shrieks all of a sudden, rushing forward and rapping her thin knuckles against the glass. A few seconds later, an unkempt figure exits the bush reluctantly.

"My dad said you're not allowed in our yard anymore!" Tori yells, closing the window coverings and whirling away from the pervert in her yard.

"Who was that?" I ask, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"Our crazy neighbour, Mr. Busey" She sighs, before punctuating her words with a roll of her eyes.

"He's….unique" I say, searching for the right word and winding up with one that falls woefully short.

"No, he's creepy." She chuckles, brushing off the inherent strangeness of the situation that was just unfolded before us. A brief moment of silence passes between us as I wonder why she's lingering so close to me. Tori's nervously rubbing her arm and looking at the hardwood floors that cover the area where we stand. It's as though she wants to say something else, but can't.

"That too." I say, dredging up all of the courage within myself and playfully tucking a brunette curl behind her ear. I'm caught up in the moment, wondering if Tori will close the distance between us and I'll feeling the sweet embrace of her lips. Another second rushes past us and her phone vibrates. Heaving a groan, Tori pulls it from her pocket before unlocking her screen and flipping to the message that just ruined whatever moment we were having.

"Ew!" She squeaks, pounding her fingers on the plastic screen and typing a furious reply.

"Who is it?" I ask, wanting to know who ruined my perfect moment with Tori.

"Ryder Daniels" She mutters angrily. The tone flies right past me, I'm too busy lamenting the fact that I'll never come close to sweeping girls off their feet as Ryder does.

"Oh. Yeah. Him." I mumble sadly, feeling my heart sink into my stomach.

"He wanted to do a duet for the Full Moon Jam with me." Tori sighs, putting her phone away and leaning against the table, before stretching her feet out in front of her.

"What did you say?" I ask warily. Knowing exactly what she's about to say, but hoping in vain that it'll be the opposite.

"I said No. I've seen what he's done to other girls. He just uses them for a grade and drops them flat. He's not really my type anyway." She states, peering directly towards me and halting my heart. I'm struggling for breath as Tori pushes herself off the table and comes to a halt before me. She's so close that the scent of her shampoo slips into my nostrils.

"Tori…" I croak. Stepping away slightly, I'm trying to clear my head of the intoxication that her scent has blanketed my mind in, but I don't think it's possible.

"Yeah?" She replies, stepping towards me once again. I almost want to pinch myself to make sure I'm not seeing things. I want to promise I'm not seeing things. She's different today…she's got to be.

"How can I be like Ryder? Well not like Ryder exactly…but how can I attract any girl I want?" I ask cautiously, wondering what her response will be. Usually Tori's much easier to read than this.

"Well you have to figure out what every girl likes, and that's attention. Girls love compliments. Even when they aren't wearing makeup and are in sweats, compliment them and tell them that they are the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. Is there somebody you're trying to impress?" She grins impishly, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. Between the mischievous look on her face and her teasing tone, there's something like concern simmering behind Tori's eyes.

"Well there is this one girl…" I reply, mirroring her grin.

"Who?" Tori squeals, her eyes widening as she bounces slightly on the spot. I swallow nervously, unable to believe that this is real life. This is like some kind of bizarre dream.

"She goes to Hollywood Arts and she sings amazingly, but every day I have to watch from the sidelines as she flirts with one of my friends." I reply, trying to keep any emotion out of my voice and keep the wavering of my words to an absolute minimum.

"Cat?" Tori asks, cocking her head to one side curiously. As her curls fall behind her head and drape down her back, I wonder what it is that I'm seeing reflected in her eyes. It's almost got a green tinge to it, it almost looks like envy. That can't be it though, right?

"No, it's not Cat. I don't think I'll ever say anything to her though, she's way out of my league." I state with a shrug, trying to ground my emotions and avoid getting all flustered at the prospect that I really did just see envy in Tori Vega's eyes.

"Oh, cause I like this guy at Hollywood Arts too, but he's just not totally secure with himself. Most people think he's a dork but I think that he's perfect behind those thick glasses." Tori's words tumble forth as she peers at the ground and shifts restlessly from foot to foot. She's digging her top teeth into her bottom lip and looking up at me through her long dark eyelashes, as though waiting for me to say something.

"Who is it?" I ask, hesitantly, not really sure if I want to know who she's talking about. If she never answers, I can go on deluding myself into thinking it could be me.

"It's…you." Tori finally replies, tumbling into my arms and burying her head into my chest. I lay my head on top of her brown coloured curls and brush my lips against them and smile. After a moment of bliss, she pushes against my arms lightly and I reluctantly release her.

"You okay?" I ask her searching her face for any hint of a joke. She's peering back at me seriously, her eyebrows drawn tightly together and drawing a line of concern between them.

"Yeah, I guess. Just curious" She mumbles nervously, toying with a lock of hair and twirling it back and forth in her manicured nails.

"About?" I ask, loosening her fingers gently from her curls and kissing the tips lightly. Tori's eyes widen and twin chocolate orbs meet my own.

"What girl were you talking about?" She asks, a tentative smile on her lips as her eyes dart between where our hands meet and my eyes.

"You. It was always you." I reply, my lips splitting into a wide grin. I feel on top of the world. Nothing could make me happier right now.

"Really?" Tori asks. I study her face while she smiles, she's beaming and I can't believe it. Everything else falls away. Nothing else matters right now. It's just Tori and I. Just me and Tori.

"Really." I confirm, placing my fingers beneath her chin and lifting Tori's face to mine. I grin and gently press my lips to hers. Tori melts into me and I embrace her tightly, enjoying the feeling of her lips against mine.

A sharp rap on the window drags me away from my thoughts and from the sensations of Tori's lips. I open my eyes reluctantly, and look around. As I search for the source of the sound, I notice Tori is still leaning in. Chuckling, I grasp her waist and pull her out of the utopia we were just in with a gentle prod.

"Tori, there's someone at your back door." I mention, noticing a silhouette at the door. Tori spirals away from me and stomps toward the back door. Not a moment passes before she's peeling back the white window coverings and flipping on the porch light aggressively.

"Mr. Busey! Get out of our yard!" She shrieks angrily, fire bursting through her lips as Tori sees the same unkempt figure from before peering back at her.

"I'll call the Police…or my dad. Same thing!" She threatens lamely, turning off the porch light and letting the curtain fall back into place. Stepping towards her, I snake my arms around her waist uncertainly. The anxiety I had felt before now is nothing, I don't think I could bare it if she were to push me away now.

"You okay?" I ask, heaving a sigh of relief as she whirls around and peers up at me, tenderness pooling in her eyes.

"I'm fine." She whispers, before laying her head on my chest.

"Tor?" I ask hesitantly, wondering if what I'm about to do is as stupid as I suspect it is.

"Yeah?" She says looking up uncertainly. I take the chance and grip her tightly, kissing her again before my nerves can overthrow my courage. She's startled, and for a moment I fear she'll pull away just like so many other girls have. But she doesn't. I feel my heart rise back into my chest and twitch happily as her form melts against mine.

"Tori!" A shrill voice clatter down the stairs and bludgeons our ears. I groan in displeasure as Tori and I are again forced to part.

"Go away Trina!" Tori yells, looking even more irritated than before as she stomps toward the stairs.

"No!" Trina states defiantly, coming down the stairs in more of a tumble than an actual gait.

"What're you two doing?" She asks, as she finally comes to a halt at the foot of the stairs. Peering between us, she nudges Tori playfully and waggles her eyebrows in my direction.

"None of your business. Now go back upstairs, there's new Fazinni boots on their website." Tori huffs, before reaching into her pocket and handing Trina some twenties. The girl smirks triumphantly as she heads back up the stairs, with her bribe in hand. Tori turns back to me, a tired look in her eyes. I take it as my cue to leave.

"I should probably go…I'll see you at Nozu?" I mumble, turning toward the table and picking up my belongings. After all of these interruptions, Tori's probably come to her senses by now. If I leave now, at least when she breaks my heart by saying this was a mistake, I'll still have this one pure memory of what it was like to be with Tori Vega.

"No, don't go…" Tori calls after me, as I step through the front door. I freeze in place, as I feel her fingers encircle my wrist. Turning around, I see the plea reflected not only within her words, but also within her eyes.

"Come with me then?" I ask, before pulling together whatever courage remains within me and wrapping an arm around Tori's waist. She smiles and before I know it, our lips meet again. Finally breaking apart on our own account, she mumbles something incoherently before wrapping her arms around me. Could this night be any more perfect? My thoughts seize up as Tori drags me into another searing kiss. She glides her tongue along my lips and tightens her grip on me as my heart leaps into my throat.

I don't think things could be any more perfect.


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