A/N: PLEASE review! I'd much appreciate it! Again first story-ish. I made an another one but I abandoned it at the first chapter :P

Disclaimer: Don't own Victorious and if I did I wouldn't be a saddo in my room writing imaginary stories.

Beck's POV

"Where's Mr. Si... Siko?.. Mr. Sikowitz's class?" She finally finished off. I didn't blame her. Sikowitz'z namewashard to pronounce. She looked up from the paper, a friendly smile on her face. That smile didn't last long, because as soon as her eyes came in contact with mine, it disappeared, and her faced mirrored mine.

Shock.

"Beck?" She said in a barely audible whisper. "Beckett James Oliver?"

I chuckled. "Angie Belle Jean" My arms spread wide, inviting her in for a hug. She accepted the invite and she squeezed me.

"I haven't seen you since… well last week!" Her face was lit up, she chuckled, a beautiful grin spread over her face.

"Wait, wait. You two know each other?" Robbie asked, his finger motioning at me and Angie.

"Obviously, why would they know each other's names?" Rex replied, knocking Robbie on his head.

"Hey! That hurt!" Robbie frowned, a deep crease frown upon his forehead.

Angie was obviously amused by Robbie and his puppet. "Cool dummy, what's his name?" She asked Robbie.

"His name is Robbie!" Rex replied.

"I think she was talking to me!" Robbie glared at Rex, annoyed that his chance with talking to a girl was crushed by his puppet.

"As you can probably tell, the guy with his hand up Rex's… ass, is Robbie Shapiro" I butt in, not in the mood for an argument, between an inanimate object and a guy wearing girl pants. "And we the little dude with a hand up his ass is Rex"

"That is Andre Harris" Andre shot a resplendent smile.

"Tori Vega" Tori tilted her head invitingly.

"Jade West" Jade's face was impassive, dull and life-less.

"Hi" Jade said indecisively.

"And Cat Valentine"

"Hello! My name is Cat!" Cat quirkily answered.

"Like I just pointed out" I said bluntly.

"Hey, I'm Angie!" Angie announced, waving at my five friends behind me. Cat's enthusiasm was undeniable.

"Hi Angie! My name is Cat" Cat had a sincere smile on her face, waving at Angie. She waved. A lot. Angie's face was confused, but brushed of Cat's odd demeanor.

"Cat, like the animal? 'Cause I just love cats!" Angie hoped her response would make Cat chipper. Oh how she was wrong.

"What's that supposed to mean!" And there goes Cat.

"Nothing, just tha-" Angie was cut off.

"Ok!" Cat's eyes were doe-like, large and sparkling.

"So… What brings you to Hollywood Arts?" Tori asked curiously, wondering what talents hid under this otherwise ordinary looking girl.

"Um… I guess acting, dancing and music," Sheepishness washed over Angie's face, embarrassed at what she was about to reveal next. "And singing is… well let's just say your ears won't be agonized by only hearing me talk" everyone laughed.

"Cute, talented and funny, Man Beck you sure are lucky!" Andre playfully punched my arm.

"Um… we aren't dating" I made a face at Andre

"We're just friends. Unless you count our 'one night stand'" Angie laughed.

"Wait, Beck you didn't…" Jade's eyebrow raised, amused to find out about how my sex-life was going. If I even had one. Yes, if you haven't guessed I am a virgin.

"NO!" I was visibly annoyed that Jade thought I was a man-whore. "It's a joke! We went on a date set-up by her dad and well we just remained friends"

"Yeah, and my dad's a cop and he got this great promotion over here, so we moved. And I live up the street from Beck's, meaning we stayed friends."

"So when was this set-up date?" Jade asked, ready for a tantrum if it was revealed I had cheated on her.

"Possibly a month, no longer" Angie's smile was lustrous.

I smiled to no one but myself as I remembered back to the day I met Angie's dad.

"Son, you're in a lot of trouble. I'll have to give you a ticket" A man in his mid-forties told me "You notice you had been speeding, any statements confirming as to why this has happened?"

I was nervous, my hands were clammy and my eyes were focused on the sand of the playground I was in. We had pulled over right next to the playground; I got out of my car and stood on the fleecy sand. The little playground wasn't far from my home; I had grown up on this playground. If there was a timeline about the memories I had on the playground, at the end of the (Remarkably extensive) timeline a new one would be added. "Speeding ticket" it would be written.

"I was in a hurry getting out of my house" I replied sheepishly. My head hung low, my old sneakers, lightly kicked the sand.

"And why was that so?" the man raised his eyebrow at, and studied me. (It's weird how everyone can raise one eyebrow. I can only raise two. I still have that look on my face but, it can never be compared to the 'one eyebrow' effect. Plus it doesn't look as cool.)

"We needed milk. And the shops were about to close. But, now I won't have my delicious milk, and will have to return to my family with no milk and a speeding ticket" I faked a pity sigh. The police officer just laughed. I could tell he wasn't a dead-serious man and knew how to take a joke.

"You know what boy, I like you. And I might just not give you a ticket" YES! My face light up, and I smiled from ear to ear. "But" Oh crap. He said 'but'. "You'll have to take my daughter on a date"

Damn. "Is she… um" I couldn't find the words to describe a person, who needed their own father to ask someone to take her on a date. Did I forget to mention he was a cop?

"A loser? Nope. Actually, many guys have asked her. But she never liked anyone of them. They were usually cocky, a jerk and not even funny. She loves funny guys. It's like the top of her list. And you seem very nice. Very cool and laid back. And funny. She prefers substance over style and you sir have got it. But you do dress pretty decent" He winked

"Do you have a picture of her?" I asked

He pulled out his wallet and showed a picture of her. She was stunning, gorgeous and beautiful. "Wow" The cop looked at me.

"I'm a cop, so don't try anything funny!"

"I'm taking this as a yes? And I won't get a ticket?" I raised both my eyebrows.

"You got a deal"

And he shook my hand.

I never regretted that day.

A/N: What did you think? PLEASE review! They just make my day Constructive criticism only! And if you're wondering most of the POV'S will be from Beck's view, and maybe Angie. The others might to, but not as much as Beck or Angie.