A/N: Please review! It may sound stupid but my mood is automatically lifted by them
Disclaimer: Blah Blah Blah, don't own Victorious. But, I guess I own Angie, right?
Angie's POV
It turned out I had all the same classes as Beck, which is pretty cool considering, he's the only person I know here. Also, because of our schedules and the fact that he knew me, we were declared as 'buddies'. He'd have to show me around HA, and tell me about the rules and regulations. This was pretty stupid considering we were already friends, and didn't need any bubbly tags. But I couldn't complain because I would have felt a bit strained being shown around by some fervent girl, who probably didn't give a shit about me.
"And this is your locker" Beck indicated to a top locker, which was now considered mine. But, there was something incoherent about it. It was a deep gray, the colour of traditional lockers. But it was already evident this was no traditional school. This fact could be testified by just looking over my shoulder to see kids randomly dancing in the hallway. I looked at the locker next to mine, a keyboard. The locker under me was a transparent painting. I looked behind me to see a fish aquarium on one locker, 'Love it like you feel it' written on another one. I went around the corner and saw a bunch of food stuck on one, 'Make it shine' written on another.
Beck could undoubtedly notice my agitation. He was much amused by it. Distaste marked my face. "My locker is gray" I said bluntly
"Yes, it is" Beck smirked "Is there a problem?"
"The others. They aren't"
"Exactly!" His finger pointed at my plain locker "And you're the only who can fix that"
"Ok so wait. You're telling me that when Kenny Leno, in my old school, painted his locker he got in trouble. But here I am motivated to decorate my locker?" I was perplexed.
His fingers ran through his hair. How did he get it like that anyway? "Yup and it's all in your hands"
Damn. This school is wicked!
Beck's POV
"Ok so wait. You're telling me that when Kenny Leno, in my old school, painted his locker he got in trouble. But here I am motivated to decorate my locker?" Her face was filled with shock and excitement.
I ran my fingers through my hair, it lightly massaged my head and made my hair just a little bit fluffier "Yup and it's all in your hands"
I smile spread across her face, as she piled her new books into her locker. I stood there staring at her; it appeared to be as if she was deep in thought. Possibly thinking about ideas for her locker. She twirled around and caught me focusing on her.
"Yes?" She asked me, concern filling her voice. She was leaning against her locker.
"You're standing in the way of my locker" I pointed out at the locker below her.
"This is yours?" She was pointing at my 'transparent' locker
"Yeah, why?" Shit. She must think I'm an idiot.
"No, it's just that I think it's pretty cool. It kind of stands out, as if you're not afraid of showing people who you are. Like you have no secrets and neither does your locker. Showing everybody, like an open book"
'Like you have no secrets
And neither does your glass
Showing everybody,
Like an open book.
But that's a lie
'Cause we all know that
Everyone has one secret
Little or big
It's still there
It's always there.
Your glass may contain,
Cranberry juice or
Alcoholic wine.
But no one will actually know
Until they have a taste of it.
A taste of your drink.
A taste of your life.'
No. Way. She had just quoted a line from my favourite writer, Alex R. Bedwin. I remember when I mentioned him; neither of my friends was really that excited. I felt a bit lonely on this subject, considering I was the only person who knew him. Nobody still knows who he is. I particularly remembered an incident that happened about three weeks ago.
"Guys! Guess what?" I asked my friends, as they poked at their salads and chewed on their burritos.
"Beck, There's no actual point as to saying 'Guess what?' because in the end no one's actually guessing and you'll anyways tell us what it is" Andre pointed out as he took a bite of his pepperoni pizza.
"Ok…" I was concerned by Andre's remark
"Anyways Alex Bedwin is having a book signing in Venice Beach next month!" I exclaimed, my excitement was impossible to hide.
"Oh my god that's so cool! I never knew he had a book!" Cat's face lit up
I frowned "Cat. He's a writer. His whole life is basically dedicated to books"
"No…, he's an actor. You know he looks like he had Botox…" Cat smiled laughing at the word.
"Botox" she recited.
"Cat. That's Alec Baldwin." I corrected "And now that you mention it he does look like he had Botox"
"Well according to my Pear Pad 2!" Robbie announced.
Everyone just groaned.
I remembered Robbie droning on about Alec Baldwin and other celebrities. And smile a little.
Then I thought of a tremendous idea, if I say so myself. I was actually surprised that I could think of something so ingenious.
"Alex Bedwin" I whispered out loud
"Huh?" Angie questioned me.
"Alex Bedwin. The quote. You obviously renovated it to fit the situation. But you still knew the quote."
"How do you know him?"
"He's my favourite writer"
"Mine too" she replied blushing a little. "I thought I was the only person who knew him"
"Well I thought so too until about 2 seconds ago" I let out a little laugh. Then remembered the actual reason I mentioned him.
"Um, I was just wondering. What are you doing this Saturday?" I bit down on my lip.
"Uh, nothing actually" She looked at me, her eyes dancing with humour.
Oh shit. Why am I even doing this?
"Well on Saturday, there's this book signing Alex Bedwin's doing. And I was wondering if you would, want to go with me?" I looked at her my eyes filled with aspiration. "As friends if you want to" I hastily added. I didn't want an awkward repeat of our first date. It wasn't awkward but it felt bizarre.
"Um, sure I'd love to!" She gave me a hypnotizing smile. "Call me"
I felt warm and fuzzy inside.
Shit did I just ask her out?
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