Author's Note: I am ashamed of last chapter and its obvious fillerness. This one is less terrible :)

Remember Wheelos? Those skinny metal hooks with the spinner wheel thing that you would spin along the wire and were completely useless but strangely fun? They were featured on Drake and Josh in My Dinner With Bobo and now in this chapter :)

Oh, and thanks to BeckAndJadeForever for the idea of Robbie getting advice from Beck when it comes to the fairer sex. :D

Character(s): Beck, Andre, Robbie

Pairing(s): Rondreck friendship, mentions of Bade and one-sided Tandre

December 10th, 2011

"What do you mean you didn't play the song for Tori?"

It was Saturday night and Beck, Andre and Robbie were having a guy's night. Robbie had yet to show up at Beck's RV, so it was just Andre and Beck, who had asked Andre how telling Tori his feelings for her had gone. Not well.

"I couldn't! Anthony basically said my song was terrible!" Andre was lying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling and playing with a Wheelo, while Beck was on his couch, trying to wrap a Christmas present he had bought for his dad. And failing.

"I don't think it's physically possible for you to write a terrible song," Beck commented, sticking three pieces of tape to his red and green mess of wrapping paper. "It's not like the teachers at Hollywood Arts are always the best judge of taste. Sikowitz wore a sweater vest over a cardigan yesterday."

"Yeah, but Helen said Anthony's the best music teacher the school could find. If anyone knows music, it's him." Andre stared at his Wheelo, as if in a trance. "Man, this is addicting."

"So, that's it?" Beck plopped a bow on the lump of paper, as if that would instantly make it pleasing to the eye. It didn't. "One person didn't like your song, so you're never going to tell Tori how you feel."

"It's a sign, Beck." Andre sat up, but still stared at his Wheelo as he made it spin back and forth on the wire. "When the universe tells you something, you gotta listen."

"Really."

"Uh huh."

"So if you got hit by a bus, that'd be the universe's way of telling you that you should die?"

"... No, that's the universe's way of telling you that you should look both ways before crossing the street."

"That is indeed a necessary life lesson." Beck fluffed the bow. That didn't make the present any prettier. "Look man, just because you have one bump in the road doesn't mean-"

"Beck." Andre was finally able to snap himself out of his Wheelo hypnosis and looked at the actor. "I really don't want to talk about this. I came here to hang and get my mind off Tori. Can't we just do that?"

Beck slowly nodded. He could remember how he felt when asking out Jade hadn't gone as he had wanted. Then again, Jade had hit him repeatedly with a monkey fur purse.

But he was sure Andre's emotional pain hurt too.

Beck held up the gift he had tried to wrap and asked, "Can you tell this is an electric nose hair trimmer?"

"I can't even tell that it's a present."

Beck frowned, knowing that was probably the nicest thing Andre could manage to say about his lack of gift wrapping skills. "At least he'll be surprised."

"If he's not horrified."

Beck sat the present back on the couch. "Yeah, that's okay. It's not like I have feelings or anything."

Andre sighed and went back to playing Wheelo. "Sorry, Beck. I'm just in a wonky mood."

"Well, now I am too." Beck looked down at his pitifully wrapped nose hair trimmer. "And so's the present. You made it feel bad about itself."

At that moment, Robbie threw the door to the trailer open and walked in. He was wearing the Santa jacket he had adorned all day yesterday and not carrying Rex. Andre and Beck silently thanked God for that.

Robbie plopped down on the couch next to Beck and glumly said, "Hi."

"Hey, Rob." Andre looked up from the wheel, but kept making it spin. "Why the sour puss?"

"Girls avoid me like I'm a rash."

"Yeah, but how is that different from any other day?"

"… I guess that's not inaccurate."

Those two were just starting to depress Beck. He dated Jade, so he didn't think anything could do that. Speaking of Jade- "So I'm guessing the Santa Claus angle didn't go well?"

Robbie shook his head in disappointment. "The only girls who were willing to talk to me couldn't talk yet."

"Ah. So why are you still wearing the jacket?"

Robbie shrugged. "I got cold." He looked down at Beck's father's present and asked, "What's that?"

"My dad's Christmas present."

"What did you get him? A seizure?"

Now Robbie was insulting his gift wrapping? It must have been worse than he thought.

"You guys are mean when you're sad." Beck tossed the gift on his bed, since it's not like the wrapping could have gotten any worse. "Okay, since this is starting to be the worst guy's night ever, I'm going to make it my duty to cheer you sorry chizzes up."

As he got up and found his keys, Andre tossed his Wheelo on the ground. "I don't wanna move. I just wanna sit on your retro shag rug and sulk."

"Sulk in the car," Beck told him as he walked out the door, expecting his friends to follow. They just sat in silence at first.

"Wow. Dating Jade has made him really bossy," Robbie muttered.

Andre shrugged. "Either that or he's grumpy 'bout his suckish gift wrapping abilities."

/ /

"Frozen yogurt? You thought this would cheer us up?"

"Yeah. Is it working?"

"... A little."

Beck knew it would. Despite what Tori thought, frozen yogurt doessolve all the world's problems.

The guys were seated at a small table at the closest BlinkBerry, each with their own cup of frozen yogurt. Robbie's was some sort of freakish soy yogurt, but it was close enough.

Robbie poked his pink goop with his spoon, then looked back up at his friends. "Uh, hey, you guys get lots of girls, right?"

Beck and Andre exchanged a look and Andre said, "Define 'lots'."

"Any girl."

"In that case, yeah."

"Mhmm."

"Okay." Robbie nodded and added, "I really want a date for the Holiday Bash, but I don't want to have to buy one online. Not after what happened last time."

Andre and Beck didn't dare question that.

"I'm starting to think Jade's advice wasn't all that good, so do you guys have any tips on getting girls to do something besides laugh when I ask them out?"

Both boys contemplated that for a moment, and after resisting the urge to say 'stop being irritating', Beck spoke up. "If you really want my advice, just don't try too hard."

"... I don't understand."

Beck casually shrugged. "Girls don't want to date a spaz. Just try and relax and things will come naturally."

Robbie poked his yogurt again and muttered, "Maybe for you, with your fluffy hair and charming smile."

… Maybe those qualities made up for his ugly, lumpy Christmas presents.

"Don't write them a suckish song," was the only advice Andre could think to give. "'Cause if you do, then you'll have to give them your favorite sweatshirt instead and then you'll be sadand cold."

Robbie nodded, then took in another spoonful of his soy yogurt.

Beck, after taking a bite of his yogurt, looked around the small shop. There were a lot of girls there. Were they the only guys?

No, wait, there were some dudes.

But they were with their girlfriends.

"We're spending our guy's night eating frozen yogurt and talking about relationships," Beck mused, looking down at his cup of bright pink strawberry fro-yo. He looked back up at Robbie and Andre and asked, "When did we turn into a bunch of nancies?"

Robbie and Andre paused, but merely went back to eating their frozen yogurt.

Every now and then guys needed some time to be nancies and eat pink frozen yogurt. Especially when they've been banned from BuyADate . com, much like Mister Robbie Shapiro.