Hey! Another update! And for those who are not liking where this story is going, relax, it's going to get better...in like ten chapters or so. This is one of those stories where the main motive is planned out but then there are major events that are "spur-of-the-moment" type deals. For instance, Jade's fight and suspention. It works well and fits in the story nicely but... spur of the moment right there.

Well I hope you enjoy this chapter to see where this wild train's gonna take us!

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Tori's Perspective-

My steps cut through the main hall hurriedly. Not really because I'm late or anything, I'm actually early, but there are a lot of people here. And I mean a lot. Every step I take I feel like I go back a few because of just the number of people milling around, not paying any attention to what is going on. My brows furrow as my eyes flick around, watching their various attentions switching to the papers hanging on the walls. 'I'll look at them later,' I reason, my determination driving me towards my locker.

With a satisfied gasp of relief, I feel my palm reach the cool metal, the lights blinking appreciatively. Once those around me had actually noticed I'm where I need to be, a small pocket forms around me, giving a few more tiles spaces. I shuffle through the books, my gaze constantly switching to the sporadic, white sheets of papers on the walls. As I hear steps make their way towards me, I give a brief grin, his lips against my temple before muttering, "Hey, what are all the papers around?"

"Oh," Beck twists is attention about, "They're for the plays over the weekend. You know, the ones that'll be hosted at the pier. Anyway, since Jade isn't able to do hers as a part of her suspension, and another kid's was cancelled, there's more openings."

"That makes sense," I reason.

"Which reminds me..." he drawls, grinning excitedly, "D'you want to hang out at my place this afternoon. I know we were talking about having me over for dinner tonight yesterday but I need a bit of help with this paper."

I nod slowly, "Yeah, though I'm not a writer. Anyway, yeah my mom said she'd like to get to know you anyway. She's met all the others and likes 'em; except Jade I suppose."

"How come?" the Canadian chuckles.

"Well, I don't think she appreciated all those times I told her about how my day went. Anyway, yeah. I could go, I don't have much homework anyway." Without even a second to let the conversation pause, the bell shrieks its warning for classes. Well, maybe I wasn't that early.

"See you later," Beck mutters quickly, planting a swift kiss on my forehead before darting towards his classroom. I do the same, as my class is along the same hall as him, though right beside the main hall. I growl under my breath, however, as a kid with a keyboard rushes passed me.

"Oh, sorry," he apologizes, briefly looking back as I nod in appreciation; it isn't often when they do apologize.

-(:)-

I find myself hours later at the table before the rest, diving into a sandwich. Within minutes, however, I see two figures make their way towards me, one bounding with her usual joy. "Hey Cat!" I grin, "You got your makeup test done?"

"Yup," she perks, "And I hope I didn't do too bad but, oh well. I have my lunchies... Why don't they call it 'lunchies?' Why is it just called 'lunch?'"

"I don't know girl, sit down! I need to rest my-"

"Rex, don't finish that," Robbie murmurs warningly, "Hi Tori, so what's been goin' on with you? Other than Beck anyway."

"Nothing much," I shake my head, biting into my sandwich. Once he shifts Rex into his bag, getting ready to start eating his burrito, Cat giggles, her eyes fixated over my shoulder. "What?" I drawl, my eyebrows knitting themselves together. Robbie's lips form a grin as well, however he shook his head, disregarding Cat's growing laughter. Before I can even say - or think for the matter - I feel hands grab my sides as a horn's bellow rattles my skull. I let out a short yell, my arm lashing out at my sandwich which, ultimately, splatters tomato juice all over Robbie's glasses and Cat's exotic hair. "I'm sorry! I didn't- I sorry!" I begin rapidly apologizing as two voices howl with laughter. "You two! What was that for?"

"It's funny," Andre grins toothily, placing his trumpet on the table as Beck maneuvered to my side.

"And besides," he states through chuckles, "I wouldn't have thought your reaction would've been that hysterical."

"Hysterical? That's what you describe it as?" I scoff, folding my arms as a small grins tugs at my lips.

A hand pats my shoulder before he asks, "Oh, I nearly forgot. What were you saying about tonight?"

The musician frowns momentarily before his head bows in exaggerated nods. "Right, right," he recalls, "So I'm going to Nozu with Jade since she agreed. You don't mind, do you?"

"Why would I?" Beck mutters bluntly, taking the other half of my sandwich.

'My sandwich...' my thoughts gather as I glance over at the two who still had bits of crumbs in their hair. Well, I suppose Beck could eat it, I mean he did forget his money.

"Did Jade actually agree with you?" Robbie asks, taking a piece of roast beef from his curls.

Andre hums in agreement, adding, "Yeah, she did so, I mean, I guess it would be a date but...I don't know, I just felt like I had to do something. She seems like she's in a funk."

"Eh," Beck mumbles through his bite of bread. It really is a good sandwich. "She tends to do that. Go in and out, you know?"

"I know, everybody does," Andre mutters, "It's just that..dunno-"

"She gets her face punched in and you want to treat her with dinner?" Cat giggles, "Sounds like a date."

"Not a date," Andre snaps weakly, "Just me being a friend to get to know her better."

"Aw..." I smirk, "You're being bashful. It's a date." As his hair shakes with his furiously, shaking head, my stomach drops horribly. "Beck, I'm hungry...can I have my sandwich back?"

He sighs dramatically before giving a smirk himself, "Sure. Here you go."

"Thanks," I grin toothily, biting down at the bread, hoping that it would help relieve the sudden churns in my stomach. It does, I suppose, and I continue listening to Andre's constant denials about the date. To say the least, it was a humorous lunch period.

-(:)-

"And so I guess that means that I'm now the 'honey champion' of the house," I finish as I climb out of the truck, Beck's strides already making is way towards the side gate. The freshly cut grass slides against my shoes, my bag over my shoulder swaying with my own strides.

He shakes his head with a sly grin, dark eyes flashing quickly to his RV with keys at hand. Within an instant Beck's brows stitch themselves together, steps brushing against the grass quickly. I follow, confused, until I see his worry; the metal door wasn't shut all the way, despite the keys in his hands. "What the fuck?" he growls quietly, opening the door gently before striding inside. I make my way to do the same, however I stop right behind him.

"Beck, what's-"

"Someone broke in," his answer came quickly, his back moving away to allow me in. I let out a soft gasp, my eyes falling to the floor. All across the carpet lay various CD's of rock bands, a couple of Madonna, Elvis Presley and the Beetles. There were a few cases full of CD's that were opened, and another album full of others. Some were case-less though, from what I saw, nothing was CD-less. In his hands he holds one that looked as though you could purchase it from Michaels or Walmart, letters in Sharpie scrawled along it.

I clear my throat before asking, "What was stolen?"

"Nothing important," Beck mutters gruffly, "Just the case to this." He held up the flashing piece that reflected light from the blinds, the letters on the other side.

"What is it?"

"Just a short video given to me," he shrugs, "Anyway, I'll go put this away and clean this up." As he moves towards his bed, placing the CD in a small black box, I nod before setting my bag down, beginning to file some of the CD's in their individual cases. "You don't have to," he began.

"But I will," I mumble, adding a quick grin to his, "Besides, it wouldn't do much if I just stood around." Within a minute or two, the RV was back to what it looked like - I assume anyway - and I sat on a new beanbag in the corner while Beck on his bed. Shuffling through his papers, he sighs. "What?"

"Oh nothing," Beck shakes his head, "It's just the break-in is all. Not the best thing in the world but nothing really valuable was stolen so..."

I nod in agreement, frowning at the peculiarity of the situation. I mean, why the hell would you steal a CD case and not the thing itself? It's not like the case was made of gold or anything... Once again I'm assuming; I really doubt Beck has that type of stuff. Before I can process what I'm about to say, my lips let "Do you know who might have done it?" spill.

"No," he replies quickly, "Not sure who did it. Anyway, help with the paper?"

"Sure," I move to sit beside him. "What do I have to do?"

"Be cute?"

"I mean with the paper," I roll my eyes.

He chuckles at his own joke before continuing, "Just read it over to see if it sounds alright. I need the script for my class by tomorrow so I could work on it tonight if it has anything wrong." For a few minutes I read through the paper and, honestly, it's better than what I can do. Like I said, I'm not really a writer to say, but I can get a point across. Now, I do know it's a script so...yeah, it's different. But the story, well, it's good. I mean, it's only a few scenes, but it's good... Okay, I sound like a broken record.

Basically, its about a boy and his cat and their growing relationship while girlfriends come and go and other family issues. They remain together until the boy joins the Army, and then the Air Force, which disconnects the two. Now, cat's don't really stick around for a whole man's life - obviously - but the cat still slept in his bed, waiting for him. One day, the man comes home and they do see each other and find their company good but, because of the time, it's not the same. The cat becomes distant and the man becomes busy with work. However, one day the cat spent the whole day with the guy and died when sleeping...

As sad as it is, I don't know how the hell he fit all of that in three scenes. I mean, really, all of that. "It's good, I like it," I compliment, lifting his slumped, waiting sitting position.

"Really? Well, I guess Jade taught me something worth while," he grins. The fish tank's water moves calmly as the little beings swim about it, the quiet atmosphere settling in. "So," Beck's smooth voice cuts through the comfortable silence, "What do you want to do?"

"I dunno," I shrug, "Watch the fishies?"

His dark eyes gaze into mine, my cheeks becoming warmer as I grip the sheets. "I think I have a better idea," Beck husks.

"W-what?" I stammer lightly before he leans in. His lips press against mine, arms caressing my back. My mind whirls ecstatically, everything becoming a large bundle of just...actually, I don't know. My hand finds the back of his neck despite the growing confusion(?), surprise(?). I mean, he is my boyfriend but, well, I'm just not used to this as soon as this is, right? I mean, I really shouldn't be questioning it. It feels good, I mean, he's good at it so there's no complaining. My brows furrow as I press harder; my gut is warm, however there's nothing else but that.

His hands glide against my back and I shudder suddenly; one of the fading bite marks from the week and some before tingling unpleasantly. Beck grins against my lips, his hands continuing their adventure along my back, grazing over the several, other fading marks which resisted subtly. I feel like I'm going haywire. This is good, it's the best kiss I've gotten from any guy and yet I'm just...good with it. I don't expect fireworks but there is something...I don't know. This feels good but why do I feel like this should be better?

'Louis Bouillot,' my thoughts gather.

What the fuck? Excuse my French but how does that help? This- I'm going insane and it's Beck's fault. Well, this kiss is very interesting and I can't help but want more of it...even though my hand feels around the sheets, a small weight slipping form my pocket.

"Wait- Beck," my attention darts down to the floor, my phone blinking the time before there is a black screen.

"What?" he asks gruffly.

"Should-should we get going to dinner?" I twist around with '4:37' searing in my mind, his dark eyes glinting excitedly.

The Canadian purses his lips for a mere moment. "Five more minutes?" he pleads, his eyes darting between mine. I take a few seconds, glancing anxiously down at the phone before sighing.

"Alright..."

-(:)-

She laughs, covering her mouth with one hand to not have any food spill to the plate. I grin myself, however I raise a brow across the table to Trina, who does the same, and Beck who merely shrugs. The joke wasn't that funny, though my mom's humor can be a bit - uh - exaggerative? Something like that. "That was a good one Beck," my mom finishes, flashing him a quick smile, "Too bad Tori's dad isn't here right now. He would've liked it."

And chuckled only a few moments like Trina, Beck and I did.

"Sure, I can tell him it later..." the Canadian murmurs, wiping his mouth with his napkin, "By the way, where is Mr. Vega?"

"His squad's doing some extra training up north. Something about working with helicopters in the future. Anyway, so how have you been? You two getting along?"

"Yeah, actually, I've been doing fine. The RV's air conditioning has been wonky lately but, other than that it's been good. I have me buddy right here," he adds pleasingly, adding a bashful blush to my cheeks as his hand grips my thigh.

"Now don't get too close, you two," she warns.

"Mom...we're fine..." I mumble softly, adding to her giggles. And, yes, she's been giggling this whole afternoon. From what Trina had said, she went and drank a couple of her second favorite - as my mom profusely emphasized - wine for the occasion...of Beck having lasagna with us...without my dad. It's honestly just dinner. There's nothing to it, besides the fact that he's the first but, it's not like I just met him and he's checking out the house; he already knows where the bathroom is for Christ's sake!

"I know, I know. You've never really been one for too much, which is a good thing for both me and your dad. Like I said before, know having sex until you're out of the house-"

"Mom," I growl sheepishly, "Why now?"

"Why not get it out of the way?"

"That's kind of contradictory," Trina chimes in.

"Trina," I hiss savagely, "Not-helping-at-all."

"What? Just get it out of the way like I did," she mumbles through her water glass.

As I glare with a twitching eye, she does a quick, sincere wink to ensure that she isn't giving anything away. Which, I suppose is helping since- Oh my god...I'm not a virgin am I? 'How can you forget that Tori? You were also hung over!' my mind rattles disapprovingly. Well, I'm officially loosing any sense of reality. I mean, yeah, sure there's a lot going on but, whatever.

"But I told you, I didn't get pregnant!" Trina whines, bringing me back to the conversation while rapid shaking sends my attention to the side of me. I snort with his muffled laughs, his eyes darting between the two.

"What are they arguing about?" I ask in a hushed whisper.

"Well...Trina lost her virginity and- Why am I not here often? The conversations here are phenomenal!"

"Don't describe them like that," I swat his shoulder.

I turn to my mom who scoffs at sister's comment - whatever it was - and mutters, "Now I wouldn't say that many do. I mean, look at Beck, he hasn't done anything that provocative, right?"

"Uh..." Beck hums, "Well, Jade and I, kind of, did...do some stuff..." His voice trails off into a whisper, my mom's eyes widening. Well, I can guess it was three things, collectively or as options. One, she probably didn't mean to say it out loud, two, the fact that he heard it and three, well, her point was proven wrong...

'So...not going to tell her anything about the party,' I conclude as she excuses herself to get the pie from the oven. However, despite the atmosphere, both Trina and Beck start laughing, a few chuckles stringing from my lips to join them.

"It is not funny!" my mom snaps with a ghost of a grin, "Why are kids these days- Tori? Have you-"

"No," I state firmly in a quick rush, silencing Trina's dying chuckles. Our nervous stares briefly lock, our attentions then falling to the ground.

'The pie better be good...and help forget that conversation...' My head only nods in agreement to the random thoughts.

I don't know how to feel about this chapter honestly... It doesn't feel quite right. Maybe I'm just not in the mood for writing these chapters and just get to the others but, well, these kind of are important since they set everything up, ya know? Anyway, I'll just have to push myself through it. I'm gonna be writing this story all day today since I have nothing else to do and I do want to get in a good place So be looking for updates I guess! :D

Hope you enjoyed anyway, updates should be comin' more regularly from where I'm seeing it now.

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