Avan's POV

Liz stared numbly out the window as Frankie drove off with Ariana and Zoey. She stood there for a couple seconds and turned around.

"Hey," I smiled. She looked upset.

"We're awful." She stated, brushing past me and into the kitchen, where she let out a stressed and exasperated sigh. Reluctantly, she tiptoed through the spilled condiments and over to the sink where she put a washcloth under the water.

"Why'd we have sex?" I asked.

"Because we're idiots with no consideration for other people," she offered, bending down to wipe the washcloth on the floor. I stared at her ass for a second but she cleared her throat.

"Seriously. I'm confused." I said. "I don't know what I feel, and I don't know what you feel."

"I'm feeling pissed because my best friends are pissed at me and this floor isn't cleaning itself," she said, throwing another washcloth at me. I sighed and helped her wipe up the mess. I cleaned the outside of her fridge.

"When you think of me, what do you think of?" She asked.

I thought hard. "The color red and puppy dogs." I admitted.

"Uh, what?" She laughed.

"I don't know, you know how some people just have a color aura around them? Yours is red. And as for the puppy dogs, when I was 9 my family fostered these 8 month old puppies and they all had big eyes, they were brown, not blue, but still, and you're not allowed to neuter a dog until it's a year old, so they were horny little bastards and humped everything. My stuffed animals, pillows."

Liz laughed, and it was an amazing sound. "I remind you of horny puppies? Geez, thanks."

"No, you didn't let me finish. They were the cutest things in the world, and could convince me to give them anything and I felt empty when I had to give them back to the animal shelter, because they were so fun to be around and brought joy to me, but those little things chewed up everything and made me so mad at them for ruining my stuff sometimes, but they would look at me with those big eyes, and I would instantly forgive them no matter how hard I tried to hate them." I said softly.

Liz looked up at me and smiled. She blushed a little, but went back to wiping the floor.

"What about me?" I asked.

"What?"

"What do you think of when you think of me?"

Liz laughed, and shrugged. "I don't know. I think of Christmas and Thanksgiving, and home and New Jersey."

"Why?"

Liz shrugged. "This is cheesy, but I always felt safe in New Jersey, and honestly I don't feel safe in L.A. living on my home, walking home from parties every night at 3 in the morning. And I feel almost homey and comfortable around you, and I HATE that because I want to grow up!" Liz pouted, sticking out her lip.

"Aw, Liz is capable of being romantic," I teased. Liz shrugged and smiled.

"But there's another guy who makes me feel that way too," Liz whispered. I froze and frowned.

"Who?"

"It's nothing. Ariana had him and Matt over a couple weeks ago and it was a really fun night, and no one had sex or anything, like it was real fun, but it was just a little crush."

"Who?" I begged.

"No one!" Liz teased. She wiped up the remains of the condiments on the floor and threw the washcloth in the sink. She walked in the bathroom and grabbed her thong out of the shower and laid down towels to mop up the water.

"Why won't you tell me?" I asked.

"Because it doesn't matter."

"Yes it does!" I insisted.

"Avan, I'm tired, it's been a long day, and I need to work things out with Ariana and Zoey, and probably Vic and Daniela when I'm done, because Ariana probably told them. I think it's time for you to go home. I don't know where we stand, but for now, until our mistake sex blows over, I think it's best we stay friends," Liz said. She paused. "Or frenemies, dickhead."

I laughed, but was upset she didn't tell me who the other guy was. "See you tomorrow?" I asked.

"Sure."

Liz and I looked at each other awkwardly, before she sighed and wrapped her arms around me. I pressed a kiss to her head, and then when she pulled away, I touched my lips softly to hers.

"Avan, friends don't do that," she whispered. I nodded and waved as I walked back out. I didn't have a car, so I just walked down Los Angeles streets quietly.

Who was that guy? I was actually feeling kind of jealous. I wanted to be the only guy Liz felt safe and comfortable around. Frustrated, I dialed up Matt.

"Hey!" Matt greeted.

"Hey, how's NYC?" I asked.

"Awesome! I did two shows yesterday and I met up with an old friend." Matt said excitedly.

"That's awesome. Hey, I have a question, two actually," I said.

"Shoot."

"Okay, have you talked to Ariana or Zoey yet?" I asked.

"Not since I left, why?"

"Just wondering. And also, Ariana and Liz were talking about a fun night they had with you and another guy a couple weeks ago. Who'd you come with?" I asked.

There was a beeping in the phone, and I looked at the screen. The call was still connected.

"Hey, sorry man, I didn't hear you. My batteries about-" The call cut off and I sighed. I wanted to find out who else Liz had feeling for, and Matt was the only person I could ask! Ariana won't talk to me, I think…

I dialed her.

"What?"

"Are you mad at me?" I asked. She sighed.

"I'm trying to be."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"I guess."

"A couple weeks ago, you, Matt, Liz, and someone else hung out. Who was the other person?"

"Uh… Max Landis, why?"

Cliffhanger! I left a cliffhanger to both of my stories loolololol. Sorry. In case you don't know, Max Landis is a screenwriter, I'm not sure what he has to do with Victorious or how he knows the cast, but he's really good friends with Matt, Ariana, and Liz. He is uptomyknees on twitter and retweets a lot of people saying he and Liz would be cute together, and he tweets about her a lot. It is rumored they MIGHT be dating, but I don't think so, he's a little old for her. He's 26. But whatevs. I thought he might be fun to add to the story!

R&R!

Sarah