I roll over and groan. The sun is streaming in through my window, blinding me, and I shut my eyes tightly, trying to work out what's happening. I am at home, so that's good, and I'm in my own bed which is even better, but I am too warm. I open my eyes slowly and groan again as I see Beck lying beside me. He is still asleep, and I roll over, trying not to wake him up and check my phone. It's just gone 7, so we've got about an hour before we need to be on set, but I groan once more as I see all the missed calls. "17 messages?!" I whisper to myself, "27 missed calls and 13 voicemails? Shit."

"Wha?" Beck says, blurry-eyed, as he rolls over and falls out of bed, "Tori, is that you?"

"Yes," I reply, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah fine," he says, getting up. He is butt naked and I groan again, tossing him his boxers and finding my sleep shirt on the floor to cover up. Once I am more decent, I run to the curtains and pull them shut, switching on the light. My room is covered in clothes which we obviously threw everywhere in our desperation to get into bed.

"Damn," Beck says, "I have like 20 missed calls."

"Yeah, me too," I nod, "And I'm too scared to play the messages. André called me 17 times, and Jade called me loads too."

"Do you think they know?" he says nervously, pulling on his jeans.

"André does," I reply, "I told him everything yesterday."

"What?!" Beck gapes, "Why would you do that?"

"I was just upset about everything that happened," I say defensively, "I'm sorry, okay, but he promised he won't tell anyone."

"Right," he sighs, "Tori, we really need to talk about what happened yesterday."

"Yeah," I agree, "We got carried away on set and we were just over-emotional last night, it was a mistake."

"How long are you going to keep making excuses?" he asks, sitting down on the edge of my bed, "At some point you have to admit there's something going on between us."

"I don't know what you want me to say," I say, turning away from him and wrapping my arms around myself.

"I want you to say that it's not just stage kisses and drunken mistakes," he says, "I want you to admit that you're attracted to me and that it's more than that."

I hesitate for a second and then reply, "I can't."

"Why not?" he groans, "Come on, Tori, you and I both know the truth."

"I can't…I can't be that girl," I say, turning to look at him at last. His eyes are burning with a passion I don't recognise, and he quirks an eyebrow, confused. "I can't be the girl who sleeps with her friend's ex-boyfriend."

"I'm sorry, but you are that girl," he replies, "Do you think if we don't put a label on it, it doesn't count? Because it does!"

"I know, I know, I just…I feel like the worst person in the world," I say, fanning my face as I try to fight back the tears, "How have we got to this point?"

"I don't know," he replies gently, reaching out and taking both my hands, "but we're here, Tori, and we have to make the best of it. Do you want to go back to being those people who pretend they're not attracted to each other, or do you want to actually make a go of this?"

"What are you asking me?" I murmur, sitting down on his lap, and he grins.

"I'm asking you to be my girlfriend," he replies, "Is that okay?"

"Yes," I smile, "I'll be your girlfriend. But…"

"But," Beck sighs, "There's always a but."

"You have to tell Jade," I say, "You have to explain this to her before we do anything else."

"I'll call her," he says, already getting up, but I put a hand on his chest.

"No, Beck," I insist, "You were her boyfriend for over 2 years. She deserves better than just a phone call."

"I guess you're right," he says, pulling his shirt over his head, "I'll ask her to come round to mine this morning before work."

"You don't have much time," I say, glancing at the time on my phone.

"I've got plenty," he replies smugly, "I don't have to be in til 10."

"Oh well screw you," I laugh, "I need to get going."

"Are you gonna be able to get in?" he asks, "Or do you want me to drive you?"

"Go and speak to Jade," I insist, "I've got Trina's car, I'll be fine."

"Okay," he says, leaning down to kiss me, but I swerve out of his way.

"You can kiss me when you've spoken to Jade," I say sternly and he rolls his eyes. I stick my tongue out at him and add, "Come find me on set, okay?"

"Okay," he says, hugging me instead, "See you later, Vega."

I watch him leave and then I have to sit down, still a bit shocked about the way things unfolded there. I pull out my phone, listen to my messages from André and Jade and then call him. "Tori!" he says, "Thank God you're alright! Where the hell have you been?"

"Just asleep," I reply, "I spoke to Beck."

"Did he come round?" he asks and I don't reply. "Did he stay the night?" he pushes and still I don't reply, blushing. "Did you have sex with him again, Tori?!" he says incredulously and now I sigh.

"Yes, okay!" I shout, "Yes he stayed the night, yes I had sex with him! What more do you want me to say?"

"Why?" André groans, "Look, I'm on my way over to yours, I'll be about five minutes. He better not be there when I get there."

"André, he's gone," I reply, "He's gone to end things properly with Jade."

"What?" he says, surprise colouring his voice, "Tori, did he ask you out?"

"Yes," I say, feeling my cheeks burst into flames, "You can't tell anyone though! You have to swear!"

"I promise," he says, "So you're dating Beck now? What a turn of events."

"Are you mad?" I ask, "Because if you are, I'm not waiting for you to get here."

"No, I'm not mad," he replies calmly, "I'm glad he finally made the decision. I just didn't want you to sleep with him and pretend that you didn't care, because you obviously do. I don't want him to hurt you."

"Oh, bro," I beam, "Listen, will you give me a lift to work?"

"Why do you think I'm outside?" he asks, "Come on, hurry up, dude, I've gotta get to school."

I dress quickly and run downstairs, grabbing my bag as I go. I jump into the car and hug him tightly. "Well done," he says, "Whatever you said clearly worked."

"He was the one that made the move," I confess, explaining everything that happened last night, "He said that we had to stop pretending that there was nothing between us and that I should just admit that I'm attracted to him. And then he asked me out."

"He is so smooth," André chuckles, "So can I tell people yet?"

"Not today," I insist, "I need to speak to Beck today, find out where we stand. I don't know what he's going to say to Jade or whatever, so not yet, okay?"

"Alright, baby," he agrees, "Call me tonight, okay?"

"Promise," I smile, leaning across and hugging him again, "Thank you, André. You're literally the best friend ever."

"Course I am," he winks, "See you, doll."

I jump out of the car and run inside, dumping my stuff in my dressing room and walking along to make-up. "You're late," Tina says, checking her watch, "Max was going crazy."

"I know, I'm sorry," I apologise, "I don't even know what we're doing today, what scene am I filming?"

"The scene where you visit Friar Laurence for help," Sally says, passing me a script, "You know it, right?"

"Yeah, it's fine," I nod, "I just overslept this morning, that's all."

"Good morning," Jane says, walking into the room, "So you gonna tell me what happened yesterday or am I going to have to wait for Beck?"

"I'm not telling you anything until he gets here," I reply calmly, plugging in my headphones and flashing her a wink, "It's really complicated."

"Okay, that's a wrap, you guys," Max shouts, "Really good work, Tori. We'll reconvene after lunch when Beck gets here to film the first part of your death, okay?"

"Sure," I nod, turning away from him and listening to something Sally is saying. I ignore the sound of the door opening behind me, and so I am not prepared for Jade putting me in a headlock. "Jade!" Beck shouts, running up behind her, "Jade, let go of her! This isn't her fault!"

"You bitch!" Jade spits, "How dare you?!"

"We're not doing this here," I say firmly, pushing her towards the door, as the entire cast and crew stops what they're doing to watch us, "Get outside."

"We'll do it wherever I want," she replies furiously, lunging for me again, and now two security men appear, holding her arms so she can't move, "You had sex with my boyfriend!"

John, Jane, Kyle and Darryl all gasp loudly, as do many of the crew. In fact, the only people who don't look surprised are Lance and Max, who are watching us emotionlessly. "It wasn't like that," I protest, "He wasn't your boyfriend! You dumped him, remember?"

"You're supposed to be my friend!" Jade says, "Perfect little Tori who would never do anything to hurt anyone. Even if I had broken up with him, why did you think it was okay to go there?"

"I don't know," I reply tearfully, "I never meant for it to happen, I swear, it just did. The first time, we were so drunk and-"

"The first time?" Jade says slowly and I glance at Beck, who winces. "Wait, wait, wait, you slept with my boyfriend more than once?"

"We spent two nights together," Beck confesses, "Last night, which I told you about, and a few months ago after that party. You remember? I told you she crashed on the couch?"

"And actually you boned her?" Jade gasps, "You absolute son of a-"

"Alright," he says, "I should have told you, that's true! But you have no right to be pissed at me because we weren't together when I did it, unlike you!"

"What?" I pull a face at him and his whole face crumples.

"Jade has been cheating on me," he says clearly and again there are gasps all around the room, "With Ryder."

I literally freeze for a moment, so caught off guard by this news. I look between Beck and Jade, put my head in my hands and then when I've thought it all over, I start to laugh. "Are you kidding me?" I say, looking at Jade, "So much for the girl code, huh Jade? I hope you and Ryder are very happy together. Now get outta here." She hesitates for a moment, but Beck steps closer to me and she seems to realise that she is fighting a losing battle, so she turns on her heel, brushes herself down and walks out of the set, trying to retain the little dignity she has left.

"Are you okay?" Beck asks quietly, as life resumes as normal on set, "I'm so sorry about that. I tried to stop her."

"No, I think it's exactly what I needed to hear," I reply, "I don't feel guilty any more about any of this."

"So how about that kiss?" he teases, and I grin, leaning up on the tips of my toes and kissing him gently.

"You little dark horse you," Jane says, running up behind me and hugging me round the waist, "I didn't know you had it in you."

"Stop," I say, "It's not funny, she's clearly very upset."

"Oh screw her," Darryl says, kissing my forehead, "What she's done is worse than either of you so don't even worry about it. I can't believe you two are an item now."

"Please, let's not make a big deal out of it," I plead, "Everything will resume as normal, okay?"

"Not quite," Max says, "Will you two come upstairs? The producers want a word."

"Sure," I nod, glancing at Beck, who grimaces. "I'm really sorry about that, Max, it won't happen again."

"It's not about that," Max insists, "There's something else. Come on, we need to start your death this afternoon."

"Okay." We follow him upstairs and sit down in an office, waiting for the producers to arrive. "What's up, Max?" I ask and Max sighs.

"There's an article in one of those celeb mags about you," he explains quietly, "I've got it here." He throws it out on the table and says, "Page 10."

I flick through it and groan. The headline reads 'Star-crossed on screen, sweethearts off?' and the pages are covered in pictures of us. Us kissing outside his RV months ago on that one drunken night, pretty much every single hug we've shared since then, pictures of him leaving my house late at night, of picking me up in the morning. They're even as recent last night, him at my door, and one through my window of us making out.

"So this is bad then?" Beck says, cringing.

"No, this is good," Mark says, walking in behind us, "It's got the buzz going for the film. People are going to be seeing you everywhere now, they'll become invested in your relationship, it'll make them want to see the film."

"So what are you saying?" I ask.

"I'm saying I want you to be pictured," he explains, "I don't care what the nature of your relationship is, but I want you seen out in public together. This film is going to be hard enough to get off the ground because the majority of the cast are unknown, and we need the publicity."

"Okay," Beck says, "So more outings, that's what you're saying?"

"Yes please," Mark says, "What are you doing tonight?"

"We were just gonna run lines," I shrug, "I usually cook. Why?"

"Not tonight," he says, "You're going out. We'll pay. Your first official date."

"Fine," Beck says tightly, "Don't worry about paying. I got it."

"Very well," Mark shrugs, "Nice chatting, and keep up the good work. Max says you've been excellent so far and we're only a few weeks away from the end of the project."

"Thank you," I smile, reaching out to grab Beck's hand. He is getting angrier by the second and I'm worried he's going to say something he'll regret if he's not careful.

"Yes," Beck agrees, nodding slightly to indicate he's understood my warning, "Thank you. Sir."

We stand up and walk out. I have to gallop to keep pace with him, but he doesn't slow down, racing to my dressing room and shoving me in. Kyle, John, Darryl and Jane are all waiting on the sofa and he slams the door. "Shh," I say soothingly, "Max will hear."

"Good," he snaps, "I hope he does hear. How dare they?!"

"Come on," John says calmly, taking the magazine out of my hands, "You must have known the paparazzi were coming."

"Not like this," Beck replies, "Through her window?! Really?! And what if there was someone there this morning that caught me leaving in the same clothes? How are you gonna explain that away to your parents?"

"Oh God," I groan, putting my head in my hands.

"Beck, you need to calm down," Jane reprimands, putting an arm around me, "You're upsetting her."

"He's right though," I say tearfully, "God, I am going to be in so much shit."

"And now he wants us to flaunt our new relationship," Beck shouts, "Never mind the fact that I broke up with my girlfriend this morning! Tori and I don't even really know where we stand yet. God, this is so messed up."

"Okay, stop now," Kyle says, "Everybody needs to calm down. Tori, don't even worry about those pictures. You can say that you and Beck kissed, argued and he left. He came back really early the next morning to try and fix things and that's why he was pictured leaving at that time. These magazines always twist things to look dirty and you can use that to your favour. Okay?"

"Okay," I inhale sharply, backhanding tears from my cheeks.

"Beck, please don't let this bother you," Darryl interjects, "You're going to have to get used to the publicity and as long as you and Tori stay strong and together, you'll be fine. I mean, come on, this is you guys! You've basically been dating for months, you clearly love each other very much, and even if the dating thing doesn't work out, it doesn't mean you can't fake it for the cameras, right?"

"I want it to work though," Beck says quietly.

"I do too," I murmur, reaching out and grabbing his hand, kissing it lightly. He runs it through my hair and brushes a teardrop off my cheek, smiling fondly down at me.

"So forget about the cameras," Kyle shrugs, "Just take her out to dinner, and if they get some decent pictures, good for them. If not, you did what Mark asked and that's that, okay?"

"What if people ask us about it in interviews?" Beck asks.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Jane says, "For now, you guys just need to have some fun, okay?"

"Okay," Beck breathes heavily, "Could you all just give us a minute?"

"Sure," John agrees, getting up, "Don't get too carried away though, will you? Max wants you back on set soon."

"Whatever," I say, sticking my tongue out at him and he winks, closing the door behind them.

"I'm sorry this all happened," Beck whispers, "This really isn't how I imagined our first day as a couple."

"You imagined our first day as a couple?" I ask and he nods shyly, "Me too."

"Come here," he says, beckoning me closer, "Thank you for being so amazing. I love you."

"I love you too," I grin, hugging him tightly. He pulls away after a few moments and gives me a kiss, before pulling me back to him.

"Never leave," he says, "Never cheat on me."

"Never," I promise, "I will never cheat on you."