a/n: so I have broken my no a/n in every chapter lol, but I just wanted to apoligize how long this has taken. This chapter was hard because in the movie it was voiced over and just flash backs so I had to figure out how I wanted to do that. But here it is and I hope you enjoy it

So Beck and I have been spending everyday together ever since we became friends 3 weeks ago. At first it was awkward; I mean this is Beck but we began to get comfortable with each other.

We met each other for lunch during our lunch breaks. One time I needed to mail my bills; so after lunch we went for a walk to the closet mailbox.

Well it is proper to put one letter at a time and then make sure each one fell before putting in the next one. Beck didn't see the point "oh my God!" he grabbed the letters out of my hand and tossed them in the mailbox. "see there all in there."

I had to take one more peek just to be sure. I was not going to have a late fee because Beck was impatient. A loud sigh came from behind me as I looked. "you couldn't leave it alone could you?"

"No I couldn't." we stood in silent for a moment before we both smiled.

Beck took me out to dinner at a new Italian restaurant. His friend andre said it was really good. The waiter cme to the table; Beck ordered the antipasto and the chicken.

I also ordered the antipasto but I opted for the salmon. When I was done Beck and the waiter rolled their eyes but I didn't know why or care.

Now when I wasn't with Beck or at work I was trying new things. Well sort of ; Cat had wanted me to take this dance class with her. She wanted to get rid of that extra baby weight she was so convinced that she had, even though she looked amazing. At first I said no, but I thought about it and it would be fun to be with Cat, so I joined.

I was to meet her at the studio at 6 on Tuesday. I was putting my hair in a pony tail when I got a text. 'Hi Tori. I can't make it the girls are sick ahh, I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you.'

I groaned loudly, but I couldn't really be mad you can't control when your kids get sick. I text back 'That's fine. I hope the girls feel better. Xoxo'

I grab my bag to leave; I may have danced when I was in high school but its been 15 years. I wasn't in the habit of making a fool of myself. I was so close to leaving when a loud Russian woman stormed through the door.

"why are we not in formation?" she shouted. Everyone in class jumped as they raced to get into line. I still walked to the door where she stopped me. "where are you going?"

"oh I'm going to leave, you see my friend was supposed to be here and she can't so I'm not going to stay." I rambled.

"did you sign up for the class?" she asked.

"well yes, but…" I began.

"well you sign up for class, you stay in class get in line" she barked at me.

I dropped my bag and raced to the line. "now we begin" she pressed the play button.

The class was supposed to be for a half hour, madame kept us there for an extra hour with no breaks. I had no idea how out of shape I really was until that moment.

My apartment buildings elevator was my savior. I would of never made it up the stairs, my legs were like jelly.

Since Dan left I have moved to the middle of the bed. I felt happy that he was gone. I could do what I wanted, have the life I wanted without seeing if it was ok with another person.

Beck was doing as great. One night he called me "hi are you asleep?"

"no, I was reading and watching Casablanca answering the phone."

He didn't notice the dig about answering the phone "channel please."

"15" I reply.

"thank you. So are you telling me, you would rather get on the plane with Victor Laslow then stay with Humphrey Bogart?" he asked.

"what? When did I say that?" what on earth was he talking about.

"you said that on the drive to NY" he said.

"no I didn't say that."

"whatever. How are you sleeping?" he changed the subject.

"I sleep well. Why don't you?" I asked.

"no I'm not. Last night I was up at 4 watching Seinfeld in Spanish."

"do you even speak spanish?" I raised my eyebrow, which he couldn't see since he was on the phone.

"No and I keep waking up everytime my leg drifts over to Alyssas side of the bed. I miss her so much" he sighed. "I think I'm coming down with something. My luck it's a tumor, a 24 hour tumor."

"you don't have a tumor" I laughed.

"well I must have something." He then asked me "do you still sleep on your side of the bed?"

"I used too, but now I sleep in the middle."

"wow and you don't miss Dan?"

I paused for a moment did I miss dan? "I don't miss him, what I miss is the idea of him."

"maybe that's my thing, I just miss the idea of Alyssa." He paused "no I miss the whole Alyssa. Shh the end, Ingrid Bergman now she is low maintance."

"low maintance eh, so what am I?" this should be interesting.

"you're the worst kind, you're high maintance but you think you are low maintance."

"hey I don't se that at all." He was doing it again saying stuff that I couldn't stand and yet needed the answer too.

"ha" he belted out a laugh. "you don't see it? Here let me show you 'waiter I would like the house salad, but I don't want the house dressing I want the vingerette but on the side. Also I will have the salmon but I want the mustard sauce on the side. On the side is a very big thing for you."

"I just want it the way I want it" I defied.

"right you are high maintance."

We sat in silence for a minute before I spoke. "are you going to be able to sleep Beck?"

"I'll be fine, if I can't sleep I'll just moan. I'll start now mmm mmm mmm."

I couldn't help but laugh " Goodnight Beck."

"Goodnight Tori." With that I hung up the phone.