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Beck tried to turn from the light, but his body aching in protest. He rolled to his side, using the little energy he did have. His arm reached for his sons body but the cold emptiness made his eyes bulge out.
Last night came rushing back like a ton of bricks. He blinked a few times as he adjusted his eyes to Tori's bedroom.
After Tori kissed him back, things were starting to heat up. Beck almost came then and there. The lack of sex in his life was taking a toll on him. He needed to feel someone, have someone scream in ecstasy as he did some naughty things to her.
His hands trailed her body, slowly, not trying to freak Tori out. When her soft moans didn't stop he took a risk and cupped her left breast. But unfortunately Tori pulled back.
"Wait, Beck. I can't."
"Its okay, I understand."
"Its not that I don't want to but I don't want to complicate things."
"I said I understand. Your seeing Ian."
"Ian has nothing to do with this," Tori snapped, "I just don't want to complicate, this thing we have between us whatever it is, by having sex. Your getting your life together. I don't want to give you any sign of hope then have you quit trying to fix your life!" Tori explained.
"Tori, my life will always be fucked up. I'm still in a battle with the drug. You and my son are the only things keeping me away from using." Beck said.
"Let's go to sleep. Sleep in my room."
"Wait, don't lead me on."
"Like you did to me?"
"You know my situation."
"Let's just talk about it in the morning."
They headed to her room and they laid in bed together. She leaned her back against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist holding her.
This is where they should be. This is where they belong.
He looked at the blinking numbers from Tori's bedside clock. Ten-thirty in the morning. He muttered a few dirty words as he got up, as fast as his body let him.
"Mason, buddy, you have to get up. You're going to be late." Beck said as he walked to his room to get a fresh pair of clothes.
When he walked in there, the bed was made and no sign of Mason.
"Mas? Are you home?" Beck yelled but the sound of the empty house was his only answer. He limped to Tori's room grabbing his phone.
"Hello?" Tori's voice answered.
"Hey, did you take Mason to school?"
"Uh, Beck, did you hit your head yesterday?"
"Yeah, probably, why? Wait, never mind. Have you seen my kid. I'm trying not to panic but he wasn't here when I woke up."
"Its saturday Beck. I took him out to breakfast. I baked some muffins. Help yourself."
"Tori, about yesterday?" Beck began.
"Wait till I'm home." Tori said in a hushed tone as she hung up.
Beck was going to reply but the dial tone made him swallow his words. He made his way to the kitchen taking a muffin biting into the moist cake.
He ate in a few bites drinking milk to make it go down easier. He sighed as he watched the clock tick as the time passed by slowly.
He groaned as he moved to the living room to pass the time. As he channel surfed he landed on Bridesmaid the movie. He chuckled as Tori's favorite line passed.
The door clicked open and he heard Mason's laugh as Tori told him a joke.
"Daddy! Tori took me to a little diner and they had this old music box thing, I put in fifty cents and chose the song!"
"That's cool buddy." Beck tried
"Dad, what happened to your face?"
"I got in a fight with the floor. I guess the floors been eating its vegetables and drinking milk because it won." Beck joked half smiling.
Mason laughed as he shook his head but didn't press the matter any further. Tori stayed behind, smirked, as she turn to walk to the kitchen.
"Tori I think you owe me a talk." Beck said after turning the television on one of the kid shows for Mason.
"What do you want to know?"
"Last night. What did it mean?"
"Well, first of all, I didn't do it to lead you on. Second of all, your son didn't need to wake up to a broken father. Third of all, that kiss. That kiss brought back feelings."
Beck perked up at the third reason, "what kind of feelings."
"I don't know."
"Tori, I'm not trying to sound pushy or douchey, but this is a situation where being confused isn't a good thing."
"I'm not confused."
"Then?"
"I'm unsure."
"Unsure of what?"
"If I want to jump into a relationship with a guy who tap danced on my heart."
"Tori, I'm not a dancer. You know this." Beck smirked.
Tori chuckled as a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, "you know what I mean!"
"So what are you saying?"
"I want to take this day by day. See what I really want."
"What about me."
"You're going to have to wait patiently. If you think I'm worth it."
"I know your worth it."
Tori smiled as she walked over to Beck. She gently laid on top of him. Pressing her lips gently against his. Beck held her by her hips and moved his lips against hers.
His ringtone made them separate. He groaned while she giggled. He looked down at the number and knitted his eyebrows in confusion.
"Hello?" He never answered random numbers but he never knew who or what would come out of that conversation.
"Hello, is this Beck Oliver."
"This is he."
"Hi, this is Lucy. Producer for 'Moments to Live For.' My casting director recommended your number. Can you come in tomorrow for a call back?"
"Sure. What time is good for you?" Beck said containing his excitement.
"Three at Warners Bro lot?"
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow, Lucy." Beck said hanging up.
Tori looked over at him, hearing half the conversation, with a quirk in her eyebrow in suspicion of this 'Lucy' character.
Beck smirked upon seeing Tori's body language and facial expression, he read her like an open book, "that was the producer of the series I auditioned for. She wants to meet me for a call back."
Tori dropped her suspicion and almost jumped on him from excitement, "congratulations Beck! I'm so proud of you!"
"Thank you." Beck said hugging Tori tightly, "for believing in me."
"I'm always here for you." Tori said as her phone went off.
She untangled herself from Beck and her body stiffened.
"Who is it?"
"No one."
"Tori."
"Drop it Beck."
"Its Ian isn't it." Beck said coldly.
"I said drop it." Tori snapped.
"Aren't you going to answer it?" Beck could easily get jealous. That's one thing Tori loved him for but it also sent her over board.
She rolled her eyes as she ignored her phone ringing. Beck scoffed as he made his way to the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Mason, I'll be right back okay?" Beck said as he ignored Tori.
"Okay daddy."
"Be good for Tori." Beck said as he shut the door.
"Beck Tyler Oliver." Tori said following him out closing the door behind her so Mason couldn't hear.
"What?" Beck said not turning to face her.
"Why are you acting like this?"
"No matter what happens Tori. There's always something out there better for you. Ian is a phone call away and he's more than what I've been for the last five years. He's not an addict. He's not a struggling father. He's not an ex-dealer. He's probably perfect. He's everything you've been looking for. I'm not going to stop you or stand in your way."
"Can't you see what your doing?!" Tori yelled. Not caring if she was disturbing the neighbors.
"Your pushing me away after I told you I was trying to get you in again? I don't want perfect. Yeah that's what I want in a man, but I don't want it in any man, I want it in you. Beck its always been you. You've been what I've wanted since high school! I've just been too hurt to let you back in. Your trying I can see it. That's all I wanted from you. To see you try. It didn't go well with Ian because it always been you. I compared how he chewed his food to how you chew your food! Don't push me away when I'm trying to pull you back in." Tori confessed.
Beck sighed as he looked down. He was going to find his old buddies to see if he could get a quick supply to keep him calm. That call from Ian stroked a new itch he hadn't felt in a long time. It was almost as bad as when he first became addicted.
After Tori's confession he was high. High on her confession. High off the feelings he was feeling for her. The same feelings he's had for years.
He turned around and looked at her beautiful face, "I'm sorry."
"Me too."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"I don't want you to go anywhere."