Title: Disbound
Author: Jonathan
Rating: M (covering my bases this time)
Chapter: Seven A
Category: Robbie/Tori
Spoilers: Post 'Bound,' 'Unbound,' 'Rebound,' and 'Boundles' Still will follow season 2 canon.
Summary: Sequel to Boundless.' Tori and Robbie have been together now for three months, and continue to throw themselves into each other more and more. Now, it might of gone too far, and now they are trying to deal with their lives by themselves. Can they succeed in life by themselves? Or are they in over their heads?
Disclaimer: Victorious and Zoey 101 are owned by Dan Schneider, Danwarp, Nick, Viacom

"Logan, you're phone is going off."

"I'm in the bathroom, Chase." Logan Reese replied to his friend's statement.

"So... Don't you want to get it?" He asked, confused.

He poked his head out of the bathroom. A mass of gel seemed to be running all over his head. "I have to fix my hair. The phone can wait."

He groaned, "I can't argue with you now." Chase said to him, grabbing his bag. "Look, class starts in like twenty minutes. Don't you think you want to get a move on?"

"What part of getting my hair right don't you understand?" He shook his head, and went back into the bathroom.

"Just pick up the phone!" Chase yelled back at him.

"Fine…" He walked passed Chase, and picked up his phone. Pressing the 'home' button, the screen flashed to an e-mail alert on his phone. "It's just an e-mail, Chase." He then placed the phone back on the desk and went for the bathroom once more. "I'll look at it after."

"Whatever." He reasoned. "You better get a move on. Class starts soon." That being said, he headed for the door. "Hurry up. Michael is holding up the elevator doors." And without waiting for a response, Chase left Logan to finish his hair.

Shaking his head, Logan Reese looked back at his reflection, and move his hands around slightly more, and finally came up with a due that he liked. Smiling, he went to phone again and checked out the e-mail. Reading over the message, he couldn't help but smirk. Opening the door, he glanced at the awaiting Chase and Michael. "That e-mail I got? Yeah, from my teacher. No class. He got sick, and a substitute couldn't be found. Have fun."

He then closed his door, ignoring the two grunts that came out of their lips...

'No class…' He smirked. It was rare, but when it did happen, he couldn't help but enjoy the random occurrence. To think, he had forty-five minutes where he didn't have to do a thing, and his friends didn't have that luxury. It truly was a random moment, but when it did happen, he would just flop back into bed, and hope to get a little more sleep before his next class… which in this case… wasn't for another hour. So, in actual truth, he had an hour and forty-five minutes to himself…

"Thank you, Mrs. Lawrence…"

Biology could wait for another day.

Going back to his phone, he was about to set an alarm for himself. Giving himself another ninety minutes of sleep when he noticed he also got a text message from Lola last night. Thinking back to last night he wondered why he didn't get to the text before, but then remembered how the Vegas came to the dorm last night trying to find any information on Tori and Robbie. Sadly they didn't come up with anything, even though Logan did know the truth. He just couldn't give them any information that he had for the sake of keeping their location unknown…

…Which was the plan… but that did leave one question… where was Lola last night?

Against his better judgment, he decided to give her a call. Thinking that he could get some sleep after they talked. Going through his contacts, he went for Lola's name and pressed his finger on her name. Sure enough, the phone started to ring. After a few moments, it picked up. "Hi, Lola? It's Logan. You were looking for me? Yeah, sorry about last night. Wait. You have Mrs. Lawrence, right? Yeah. Sucks, huh? You still want to talk? I guess… I wanted to go back to sleep. But, yeah, sure. Ok. Come on over. We'll talk then… Ok… Cya…" He then hung up the phone.

"Great…" He pulled himself into a sitting position. "I wanted to sleep…" Letting out a breath, he decided not to set an alarm, and then placed the phone back in his pocket. Turning to the far open side of the bed, he got up and went for the refrigerator and grabbed a can of Wahoo punch, closed the door, and then made his way to a beanbag chair where he slumped down in ease, opening his can a moment later and taking a sip.

Turning to his right, he grabbed the remote control and turned on the tv. Already flipping through the channels; hoping he could find something to watch. At least enough to kill time before Lola got here… and sure enough, he didn't truly find anything to watch. He just kept flipping, uttering the words, 'Nothing, nothing, nothing…' over and over again…

And then he heard a knock on the door…

"Door's open…" He said aloud, turning the tv off. He quickly got out of his seat, took a sip of his drink, and placed the can on his desk.

"Hi…" He heard, and turned around, facing the door.

"Hi, Lola…" He greeted back. "You want a drink or something?"

"I'm good. Thanks…" She closed the door, and joined her friend who was now leaning against his desk. "Thanks for getting back to me…"

"No big." He answered quickly. "Just sorry it took that long." He let out a breath. "Last night… last night was kinda…"

"Depressing?" She asked.

"Yeah…" He agreed. Taking a turn to the left, he went back to his bed and sat down on the ledge, pushing a couple pillows aside, making room for Lola.

"Kinda figured…" She said simply. "I kinda got the whole experience two nights ago. Tori and Robbie left, and I was stuck in their house. I had to wait until morning to finally head back. And all I kept hearing that night was…"

"Mr. and Mrs. Vega talking about it non-stop." She nodded. "No wonder you skipped last night."

She shrugged. "I already cleared it with them. I told them I had to go work on a project with Stacy. They bought it. I just had to get out of there though…"

"I don't blame you." He let out a breath. "But the fact remains, what you want to talk about?"

Lola nodded. "Before we get into that, I want to make it clear. This does not leave this dorm. I have a feeling that, between everyone here at PCA, you and I are the only ones who know the truth about what happened…"

"The truth…" He asked, smirked. "Truth is there is nothing to tell. Tori and Robbie left, and now we are all dealing with the fallout."

Lola looked at her friend, "I want to be honest here, Logan. We both know that Tori and Robbie are really… well… when they get together… things can get…"

"Insane?" He asked, give her a knowing smile.

Lola gave him a stern look, "Insane is not the word I would use." He let out a sigh. "You know any word associating Tori or Robbie's behavior being any way close to that type of word is…"

"Isn't right." He confirmed. "Look, I get that they are drawn together, and I get that Yerba made them that way. But they still have…"

"It also brought out a love that both of them strive on." She confirmed. "They might not see the world as it is sometimes, but you can't deny that they do complement each other." She took a moment. "They just…" Shaking her head, she paused. "They've spent so much time together, shared so much… Logan… you know how selective they are with making friends. Now especially… Logan, Robbie called me one of his girls. His girls. How many girls do you think are actually lucky to be attached to Robbie?"

Logan just sat there, unsure on how to respond.

"What I'm trying to say is… they only get attached to so few people. Two of which that I know of are me and Sarah. I'm not trying to say that we're not more special then anyone else… I'm just saying…" Lola paused again… "Logan, I know the truth. I know that Tori and Robbie ran away because Tori had a falling out with her mother. Once her mother questioned Tori's devotion to Robbie… they're relationship, the way they process reality. Logan, I'm just worried. I want to know that they're okay. That they're… Logan…"

"We all want to know these things, Lola." He told her.

"I know we do…" She let out a breath. "I know we're all cut off, and that the Vegas are going crazy. And that Jade played a part in this, and that she told me that they went to one person who they knew could give them some advice that can help them. And only them."

"Lola… I…"

"Logan, I know they went to you. I know that only you could provide them with help they need to actually make a go at this crazy plan."

"Lola, there's nothing going on…"

"I'm not going to say anything, Logan. I'm not." She told him. "Logan..."

Logan let out a sigh… Lola was definitely feeling the withdrawal of their friends, and the sheer emotion of what she was exhibiting… and did she actually say that Jade was part of this?

Shaking his head, he got up from the bed and made his way to his desk. He took out a piece of paper, and scribbled down something. He turned back to his friend, the paper folded in half…

"This does not go anywhere, alright? No one knows. Not Tori's parents, not Sarah, not Jade… Not anyone." He handed the paper to Lola. "This is the address to my parents' summer house. Go there."

Lola took the paper form him and opened it. "Just promise me that nobody knows about this. The fact I'm telling you this… the fact that you actually figured this out…"

She smiled. "Thanks, Logan." She got to her feet, and kissed his cheek. "Quinn's lucky to have you."

"And defiantly don't tell anyone that I actually do this much caring when it comes to people."

Lola smirked. "Thanks." She placed the paper in her pocket. "I got a few things to do before class, but no one will ever know about this."

And then she left.

"Robbie!"

No answer.

She tried again, her voice still tired, and low.

"Robbie!"

Again, she didn't hear a reply.

"Baby?!" She asked, her voice finally getting more vocal as she started to wake up.

A few moments passed, and relatively well dressed Robbie Shapiro came around the corner. He was actually wearing a light blue button down shirt and tan khakis. A loose braided belt wrapped around his waist, and a smug grin was plastered as he straightened his collar. "Sleep well?" He smirked.

"A little stiff…" Came her reply, she tried to sit up, finding it a little difficult. She looked at her fiancée with bewildered chocolate orbs. "Where'd you get the clothes?"

"Logan's closet." Was his reply. He approached the bed, and bent down, capturing Tori's lips in a surprise kiss. "I got work in an hour and a half. I'm trying to get all spic and span."

She licked her lips, saving the taste of his, and smiled. "Well, you do look good."

"I feel good." He sat down on the bed, sitting just inches from his beloved's resting spot. "You want to go take a shower or something? You have to get going too."

"I don't have a say on that one, do I?" Tori asked with a grin.

"Nope." He leaned in and kissed her once more. "I think you're perfect just the way you are."

"You mean that just because of how last night turned out."

"Partly." He agreed. "Now…" He caressed her cheeks, framing her face. "You want to get going?"

"In a minute." She said to him sweetly. "Kiss me." He grinned, and kissed her once more. "Why can't we just stay right here, Robbie?" Letting out a breath, she paused for a moment. "Today is our first day on our own. I want… I want to enjoy this."

"And we will." He told her directly. "We are going to make this work, Tori. We are going to find a way to support ourselves." Robbie smiled. "You are going to have to get a move on. You don't want to be late for the bus."
Tori pouted, "I don't want to move from this spot."

Robbie grinned, "I still can't believe you actually like this."

She repositioned herself so she could get more comfortable. "I admit. The first time we ever even considered doing something like this, it freaked me out."

Robbie gave her a knowing glance, "Freaked you out? Tori, Baby. This is way beyond something I thought you ever want to actually consider."

And he was right. She never thought she would ever accept this as an actual option in her incoming sex-life. Who would ever actually entertain the thought of doing something like she was doing right now?

No one. That was for sure.

Not even her.

For the longest time, she never even thought she would ever come to this predicament. Or even come to the fact that she was only sixteen-years-old and she was in a relationship with her best friend, one who more than regularly slept with her almost on a nightly basis…

Yerba really did screw with her… with their minds…

…

But in all honesty?

She didn't mind. She didn't mind the closeness that the two of them developed; of the tenderness the two of them shared, of the compassion, and of the love. They had a relationship that went way beyond the simple mindset of teenage dating…

They were on a different level...

"We love each other." She said to him. "When we get down to it, Robbie, what we have is just so much more than we ever felt plausible." She shrugged. "Who cares what we're doing right now? Or what we did last night? It's important to us. It's what matters to us. It's what we deserve…"

"Tori, you're handcuffed to the bed."

"Ok…" She said simply. "So what?"

"So… don't you think that what we did last night was so…"

She struggled to bring her hands forward, but her wrists were bound to the bedpost. Tori tried to lean forward as much as she could. "What we did, Robbie. What we did last night was just something that we finally put into action. Look, sure we talked about it. And sure, we've done the chocolate syrup before, but last night was to kick off finally being free. Finally being ourselves, and finally having a fresh take on our sex-life. I don't care how perverted, or how kinky we get. So who cares if you bound me to the bed with handcuffs and then fucked me for hours. Robbie, we have one week before I'm out of birth control pills. I want to make the most of it."

"Tori, you know the sheer fact that you always want to have sex with me blows my mind…"

The tone in his voice only cemented the fact that she knew he was about to lay some honesty on her. "We can't let your parents be right about how we spend our time."

She let out a breath, "I know…" Tori shook her head. "But c'mon. You got your fiancée shackled to the bed, naked, begging for sex. Do you really want to fuck this up?"

Robbie sighed. He knew she was right. "Fine." She smiled. "But promise me that we do this responsibly."

"Ok…"

"Good." He kissed her once more. "Now, where's the key?"

Tori grinned. "I'll tell you after another round." He started to object, but Tori interrupted him. "You'll have plenty of time to get to the bus stop."

Robbie sighed, and started to unbutton his shit.

TBC in Chapter 7 B.