Disclaimer: I do NOT own Victorious.

A/N: I know I have taken super long to update and I apologize, but I've been extremely busy with school and jobs applications, etc. I am planning on finishing this story though. Enjoy! :)

Believe it or Not

Liz didn't even wait for me to show her the way or open the door to the bedroom. She walked past me. Oh no! I forgot to clean up my room. The bed is undone and there are clothes all over the place. She's gonna think I'm such a slob. I'm not, it's just that lately I've been very busy, and haven't had time to clean.

I see Liz open the door casually. Like she owns the damn place. "Wow Ariana you're such a slob." She chuckles.

I frown. "I didn't have time this morning okay. I had things to do." I started picking some clothes up, and fixing the bed a little. Which by the way I don't understand. We're gonna mess it up anyways. Not that I meant that in a dirty way or anything…

"Are you done having a convo with your mind yet?" Liz interrupts my thoughts.

"Yeah." I smile shyly.

"You don't have to fix anything up Ariana." She chuckles. "I was joking."

"Well I wasn't I just want things to not looks so…messy…so.." I said struggling to find the right word.

"I get it." She deadpanned.

I was holding onto the comforter when she took it from my hand and threw it back on.

"We're gonna mess it up anyways." She shrugged. "Well common I'm tired. Get your pajamas on, brush your teeth.."

"Okay mom." I said fainting annoyance.

Liz laughed. I quickly got some pajamas and then went to the restroom to change. After I changed into my warm pajamas, I brushed my teeth and washed my face. When I walked out I saw Liz sitting on the side of the bed with her head down. Her back was facing me so I didn't really know what she was doing. I walked to her, and stood in front of her. I saw she was holding a picture frame.

"We were so small." Liz had a tiny smile on.

The picture she was holding was one of me and her on stage. On broadway for the performance of '13'.

I smiled back at her. "Weird how fast time passes by, and you never notice. I swear I never felt it." I shook my head.

Liz stood up, and walked past me to put the picture frame back to where it was. On the shelf beside my bed.

"I completely forgot my manners." I smiled apologetically at her. "You need pajamas."

I walked again to my drawer and took out a pajama that fit big on me, but was probably perfect for her. When I turned around to give them to her I saw she was taking her shirt off. She didn't even mind me. She didn't realize I was staring at her. She was too busy now undoing her belt. Once she took it off, she looked up at me. Liz had a smug smirk on, and walked over to me where I was still holding the pajamas midair. It was then I realized what an idiot I must look like. She took the pajamas and smiled at me walking back to the side of the bed. I turned around to give her some privacy.

Liz started laughing. "You're acting so strange. It's not like you haven't seen me in my delicates before." She said delicates with an over exaggerated hillbilly accent that made me giggle. She's such a dork. After a few seconds, she spoke again again. "Done."

I turned around, and walked over to the bed. I got in bed on the left side. "Hey do you have a spare toothbrush?" Liz asked.

"Yeah, you know where they're at." I always had spare toothbrushes since sometimes some of the cast from Victorious would sleep over.

I fluffed my pillow, and pulled the sheets all the way to my shoulders. I tossed around a few times trying to get comfortable. I was still tossing ridiculously when Liz came out. Face washed and everything. "That was fast."

"Mhm." Wow that wasn't even a word. Does that qualify as a grunt?

I felt the bed move as Liz got on the bed, and under the covers. She also covered herself up to her shoulders. "I don't know if I should sleep." She said real low.

"You sleep?" I asked surprised.

"Yes." She said matter-of-factly. "What did you think I was just going to lay here?" She chuckled.

"Yeah." I felt stupid now. Stupid Twilight.

"Well this is stupid Twilight. I do sleep. Any living thing needs rest." Liz made a weird thinking face. "I mean I'm not really alive, because I DID die, but now I'm not dead either, because I am walking and talking. Living…" I was about to contribute to her theory when she said, "Anything that uses up energy needs to rest." She ended with a satisfied smile. Content with her theory.

"Stars don't sleep."

"No. They explode." She said. Her eyes emphasizing explode. "That's their rest." She stated.

I nodded. I guess it did make sense. Quite a lot actually. "So why don't you want to sleep then?"

Liz said with want, "Oh no I want to." She nodded. "But I don't know if I should. I knew they were close to finding you, so I came here. I mean I doubt they know it's YOU that has the ring, but they're close as in they can sense something. Maybe some energy the ring might give off. I don't really know. I was actually inside the store. I followed when you left but I didn't notice them, and I don't think they noticed me until maybe two blocks down the apartment. I was trying to keep an eye on your car, and I felt someone staring. I looked past you, and they were standing at the corner. Looking at me."

I sat up abruptly. "Wait, those were the creepy guys I thought were staring at me!" Then I gave it some more thought. "I guess they weren't staring at me after all. They were keeping an eye on you."

"Yeah. Probably. "Liz said a bit too quiet for me to hear. "I mislead them. As soon as I noticed them I turned the corner, and then a block down I turned, but they were gone. I didn't want to lead them to you, but they're not stupid. They'll figure out what I was doing around here in the first place. Hopefully, our encounter was just coincidence."

"So they've been looking for you." I stated.

"Yes." Liz looked like she way daydreaming.

Finally I asked what I really wanted to. "Why didn't they attack you?"

I could tell I had asked what Liz was most likely asking herself. "I don't know." She answered with true confusion.

She got out whatever daze she was in, and turned to me. "Point is, tonight will be the last night here."

"But I have work." Liz was shaking her head. "I have a LOT of things to do. I have all my stuff here. Moving would take more than a day. Plus we haven't even looked at apartment yet. And I have photo shoots, album work, more music production…I have finished recording and…"

"I don't think you understand." Liz looked at me with big eyes. As if she was speaking to a child. "It's your work or your life. I mean if you really really want to die, then you can stay in your comfy bed and wait for them to figure out exactly who you are, and most importantly what you have." Liz pointed her finger at me. Then back to her normal self she said, "Meanwhile I can go to…" she said patting her chin. Thinking. "…hmm Russia!" She finished enthusiastically. "I haven't been there yet. Surely there's a lot to learn." She smiled.

"Okay! Fine! We'll move." I surrendered. "I'll take a look at the local leases tomorrow."

"Ohh no." Liz shaked her head.

"What?"

"By moving I mean move out of the state. As a matter of fact, we'll eventually get out of the country."

"WHAT?!" I yelled.

"Shush! Look we have to get out of here. They already saw me. They know I'm around here. Who knows why they were here in the first place."

"Well maybe just maybe…" I said exaggerating 'maybe'. "…they wouldn't have seen you if you hadn't been sneaking around like a creep! And had just come directly to me, and warned me before hand." I was getting annoyed.

"Oh so warning you now is not 'before hand'?" She air quoted.

"Whatever. You know what I mean." I huffed, and crossed my arms. "Doesn't answer why you were sneaking around." I looked away, then looked at her again when I said, "Creep!"

Liz let out a long sigh. "I don't know. Stupid vampire habit. It's in my nature. So don't judge."

"Getting back to the big issue. What am I going to do about my work?" I insisted.

"Wow. I like how that's the BIG issue." Liz looked at me unbelieving. "Drop it."

"But…"

"Drop. It." The look Liz gave me made me shiver. I think she realized I was a bit scared because she quickly said with a more soothing tone. "Do you trust me Ariana?"

Did I? I mean we were the best of friends, but slowly we started drifting apart. I hadn't seen her in 6 months. People change, and fast. There was still so much mystery to everything she was saying. But was it a mystery or just untold explanations? Did I believe everything Liz told me? I mean how can I seriously believe her? What she's saying is something out of a fiction book. What was I thinking when I believed her? Sure she did move way fast. She did show me fangs. Maybe it was all some fancy tricks. Liz WAS sort of a goofball. Believe it or not. She may look serious, and sometimes scary, but she loved joking around. She was simply a humorous person. That doesn't matter though. The question remaining is, do I or don't I believe her? This all plays a big part in trust. At that moment I looked at Liz. Deep into her eyes. I always loved her eyes. Usually, the first thing people notice on Liz are her eyes. Who wouldn't? They are beautiful. Deep ocean icy blue, with a hint of green. Even though I absolutely love her eyes, I can always see her true intentions by the way she has her lips positioned. I know it sounds weird, but that's just how I know. When she's planning something, her lips form the tiniest of smirks. It's almost undetectable, but it's there. She's a great actress, and a great actress can express their characters emotions through their eyes, so they aren't something I can trust; I bet she'll win an Oscar one day. But her lips, they always give her away. It's sort of like when you know some deep dark secret, or a really funny story or joke, but you can't tell the person. You speak to them as if nothing is going through your mind, and give them the same looks, because you know that would most likely give you away, but you're trying to hold in your laugh or words. When she's being dishonest, it's as if she's trying to keep the lies out, and the truth in, but her lips can barely contain the truth.

For the longest time we're just staring at each other, and I can tell she's disappointed I've taken so long to respond.

"Is this real?" I ask barely above a whisper.

"Yes." Her voice sounded so monotone. Her lips stay perfectly in place. No smirk. Not the slightest movement. Not a grin or twitch. Not even slightly agape.

She's telling the truth. I believe her.

I don't know why, but it felt like a natural reaction when I swiftly moved my face an inch apart from hers. I got closer to her and wrapped my arms around her neck, and slowly I got closer and closer until my lips landed on her left cheek. I stayed there for a few seconds, and then I moved my face to the crook of her neck.

"I trust you."