Just another pretty face, but I want one more taste.

Robbie Shapiro pulled his pen away from the sheet of printer paper. He brought the gold tip to his lips, then put it back to the paper. He immediately brought it back.

What was wrong with him today? He was usually so good at writing reports. That's what had gotten him to snatch the position of CEO for Pear Industries, after all. He was just naturally a hard worker.

There was just something off about that day.

The house phone trilled. He pushed himself away from his workspace to fetch it.

The twenty-eight-year-old picked up the cordless phone, then retreated back to his office. "Hello?"

She came back. Thought she had it all planned out.

"Robbie!"

He recognized to voice immediately. "Ivory," he grinned. "How're things going? How's med school?"

The two had kept close after graduating from Hollywood Arts, and hearing from her wasn't too unusual for Robbie. Still, whenever she called, he savored every moment of the call.

"It's fine," she dismissed. "I'm actually taking a break from studying right now. Damn." She gulped a drink down on her side. "But that's not what I wanted to tell you."

"Shoot." Robbie grabbed his own cup of half-caf metal thermos of coffee and sipped it gently. The bitter, hot liquid slid down his throat unnoticed. He was too intrigued by what Ivory wanted to tell him.

Ivory took a deep breath. "Are you ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

"Because if you're not ready, I can…"

"Ivory." Robbie put the thermos back down on the desk. "You can tell me. I'm a big boy."

His friend smirked teasingly. "You sure?"

Robbie gave an exaggerated sigh. "Well, alright, Ivory, I have a big report I need to get cracking on, so if you don't wanna tell me…"

"Alright, Robbie. I shouldn't keep you. Have fun with your report."

"Ivory."

She squealed. "Okay. I'm sorry."

There was silence.

"You ready?" Ivory squeaked.

"Goddamn."

"Okay, for real this time!" Ivory cried. She took a deep breath.

Robbie clutched the phone to his ear.

"Beck and I are getting married."

Went to marry some guy she had talked about.

Robbie blinked. "Really?"

He could almost feel her nodding over the phone. "Yeah!"

Robbie swilled in a breath. "Wow."

Ivory dropped something on her end. "It's great, right? And we want you there."

Robbie smiled. "It is. It's great. I'll be there."

Ivory pounded something in excitement. "Awesome. I'll send you the details within the next few days."

And with that, the line dropped dead.

Robbie put the phone down.

And he couldn't decide if there was something wrong about everything that was going on—like he should be some place instead of somebody else. The thoughts of purple hair, young love, and a web show flickered through his mind.

He shrugged and went back to work.

and that is the end.

haha. (': it makes me sad to end this story because it was really fun to write and you guys were awesome reading and commenting and whatnot. "story-alerting.."

but i do have another victorious fic idea in my head, and if any of you guys wanna read it, i'll post the link to the first chapter here when it's up.

(: alright. i love y'all. :3

-bella

update: .net/s/6388615/1/ here you go. enjoy.