This chapter's going to be slightly different ;P

Hollywood Arts was just starting to come alive; there were students filing in through the doors and there was a girl playing her keyboard next to the soda machine. Sikowitz, being a teacher and such, had already arrived and was patrolling the hallways, coconut in hand. He hummed to himself as he walked with long bare-footed strides, rapping on a locker as he went by.

"Excuse me."

Sikowitz turned his head. "My what a chipper young lad we have here!" He said loudly, smiling widely and admiring the pink tuxedo and scepter. "You look like you've had a bit of a mishap with your contacts though." He pointed out. The irises were an unnatural shade of blue. "Are you from the costume department? You're a bit early." The acting teacher sipped on the straw standing out of his coconut. "Ms. Whatsherface isn't here yet."

"Well –"

"Wow!" Robbie walked up with Rex in hand. "That's a sick costume!"

The man with the electric blue eyes smiled without showing his teeth. His eyes absorbed the puppet and glasses. "And you are?"

"Robbie Shapiro." The man in the pink tuxedo started to speak again, but Robbie quickly added, "I can show you around the school if you're new here."

Light brown eyes sparkled with delight beneath the contacts. "Yes, I think I would appreciate that." Robbie began to walk down the hallway with the colorful stranger, Sikowitz giving them an approving nod before resuming his walk around the school.

(I'm sure you're starting to see the pieces come together)

Robbie and the man wearing pink were walking down a gray hall. Robbie was chattering obliviously, Rex occasionally throwing in a rude comment or two.

The blue-eyed man paused at a picture next to the door to the place where students directed their own plays and such. "Well this looks like the young lady I met in the Bahamas." The girl had brunette hair and a bright smile. The man frowned, trying to place her character, but a multitude of different people ran through his head and he ground his scepter in frustration.

Robbie turned to see the picture the man was talking about. "Oh, you met Tori?"

"Tori? Is that her name?" His brow raised in a way that vaguely reminded Robbie of something, but he couldn't put his finger on who. "I believe she might have lost her child and there was something about Raisin Bran." He pursed his lips, scepter tapping the concrete floor.

"Oh, she was probably just acting." The blue-eyed man raised a brow again. "She's really good at that. Did you meet Jade too? Dyed hair with highlights of an unatural color, probably all black clothes, piercings, kinda of scary?"

"I know Jade."

"Well, this is LA and all. Tori and Jade are going out." Robbie added in the last sentence with thinking much of it.

"Dating?"

"What else do you think he means?"

"Rex!" Robbie hissed.

"Do you know where I can find them?" The man clicked his gray nails against the head of the scepter, looking at the puppet in disapproval, even as in his mind there were new pages being added to a book; another new character being written, words added and tricks to be played.

"Yeah, sure; Tori and Jade and I go to class together." Robbie explained, not noticing how the man's tone of voice had changed. "C'mon, I'll show you." They started back the way that they had came.

(Oh, Robbie…)

Tori's POV

I took Jade's hand in my own and interlaced our fingers. We walked into the school together, both of us holding our heads high. Most of the students were here now; bustling, playing instruments, singing or something else. Sinjin trying to dance.

"Hey!" Beck and Cat walk up with wide smiles.

"Hi." I say, noticing a brief look pass from Jade to Cat. Even as I turn to look at Jade I see the same unspoken message pass between the redhead and her boyfriend. "Is there some sort of telepathy triangle going on here?"

"Something like that." Jade tells me and Cat rolls her eyes.

"Tori, what did you do to yourself yesterday?" Beck simply cuts straight to the chase, which I had no idea that we were on.

"Did you really get that from like two seconds of eye contact?"

"It's not a joke, Tori." Cat gives me a stern look that could rivial my mother's 'do your chores' face.

"Can we at least talk about it somewhere else?" The people milling around us isn't exactly a signal for me to talk about psychological problems. Jade tugs my hand insistently and we all end up crowded in the janitor's closet.

"Well, this is completely comfortable." Beck say, trying not to elbow Cat and knock things off the shelf.

Jade elbows me on purpose to get me talking, almost smacking me into Cat and causing a mini commotion before everyone is somewhat decently settled down again. I start telling everyone the story, Cat giving a few cries of "Tori!" and throwing her arms out, always managing to smack someone in the face or knock something over. The bell rings while I'm still talking, but none of us make any move towards the door.

When I get to this morning, Jade's fingers are squeezing my wrist like a vice. Cat and Beck give me their respective hugs the best that they can after I finish (Beck stubs his toe on a toolbox) and Jade kisses me firmly on the lips. We spend a minute or two trying to rearrange everything, but give up after Jade almost drops a paint can on Beck and decide to just head to class.

Tori and Jade's Playdate = my entire soul exploding asdfjkl;asfdklfj;

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