A/N: Please review and really got nothing to say except…

Disclaimer: Don't own Victorious. Can't think of anything funny or witty

Beck's POV

"They don't know who they are"

She looked at me for a second. The same disconcerted look on her face. She then proceeded to walk away flamboyantly. She bursted through the hall doors and went outside to the cafeteria.

Andre looked at me, perplexed. My face mirrored his.

"Damn" Andre said looking at the hall doors that were still swinging, from Angie's mighty push.

"I know"

Oh my god.

"Let's go for lunch" Andre said unexpectedly. I snapped out of my trance and remembered what we were supposed to actually be doing. Andre and I walked through the doors, the doors where Angie previously bursted through. We went outside, into the summery and roasting air of what we call LAX. Angie seemed to be helping Robbie on a new, agitating song of his. I still failed to attempt to forget his song about 'Broken Glass'. It creeped me out. And it was supposed to be a kiddies song.

" It's fun to run
It's fun to play
It's fun to make things out of clay
It's fun to fill your car with gas
It's fun to break things
Made of glass"

Everyone smiled and nodded at each other. It was a cool song for the toddlers. That's what we all thought.

Until he sang the next line.

"Broken glass can cut your hand and then you'll bleed across the land
Ask any women,child,or man
The dangers that you'll have
With broken glass

Broken glass is not a food
So don't you listen to some dude
That says Put cheese on broken glass
And make a sand-a-which
Outta broken glass"

We all cut him off.

"I like it" Jade stated her opinion. Tori and Andre then proceeded to talk about other songs.

But Robbie butt in.

"Let's sing a song about broken glass
I'll help you write it after class
No song can surpass, the song we sing

About broken glass
HARMONICA SOLO! "

Robbie started playing the harmonica.

"NO!" Tori cut off.

Oh the memories.

"Wait, how about 'Clowns are scary they're also hairy with some orange hair and a fake red smile'?" Angie suggested lyrics for Robbie's song, which apparently was about clowns.

"Hey" Andre and I said blankly. It was distressing trying not to make eye contact with Angie. I sat down next to Andre and Cat.

"What took you so long?" Cat asked. Her large eyes blinked, innocently.

Angie chewed slowly on her sandwich, smacking her lips while studying Andre and me guardedly, from across the circular table.

"Nothing we were just talking" I replied. Angie went back to dispatching her sandwich.

"Hey wanna hear my new song?" Robbie asked us.

"NO!" We all yelled in reciprocity. We were all extremely eager for Robbie to not commence, in singing his disturbing song.

"Geez! Harsh you guys!" Robbie replied apparently hurt.

I sort of wanted to see him cry. To watch his male make-up, melt away, from his salty tears. Not that I was vile or vexatious. But I wanted to see what it was like watching a guy with smudged make-up. I wondered if Robbie would be really unappealing without make up. Cause I've seen a picture of J-Lo, without makeup, on the internet. And let's just say it wasn't pretty.

"I want to hear it," Jade stated. We all looked at the intense, Goth girl. "What! it's catchy"

Cat then started yapping about something her brother did, like vacuum a cat or whatever. Then, apparently he ate something of hers. Whatever she said I bet was promiscuous and ineffective. Don't blame me wrong. I love that girl but sometimes she seems valueless in conversations.

Either ways, I wasn't really paying attention to anything around me.

I kept rationalizing about what Angie had said earlier.

"They don't know who they are"

Those six words kept recapitulating in my head. What did it mean?
"They don't know who they are"

Then I acknowledged a particular word that ticked me.

"They don't know who they are"

Could it be?

No, it couldn't.

But the evidence was right there.

"They don't know who they are"

Her words weren't pointed at Andre or me.

She said 'they'. I'm certain of it. I couldn't be hallucinating, but I wasn't sure exactly. I had to justify she actually said it.

I leaned towards Andre and susurrated "Dude, what did, Angie say right before she left? As in exactly?"

"Um, something around the lines of 'They don't know who they are' or something like that". Andre replied "Why?"

"Nothing"

"They don't know who they are" Her words replayed again.

I had to talk to her.

I leaned across the Yale blue table. "I need to talk to you" I said softly at Angie. She looked up from her half eaten sandwich.

"Sure" she replied. She immersed her sandwich in the clear sandwich wrap, beckoning her head for us to leave. She grabbed her Jet Brew Styrofoam coffee cup and rose from her seat.

I led her towards the Janitors closet. I went there for my troubles.

And this was a definite dilemma.

On the way she disposed the sandwich but continued sipping her coffee.

I shut the ochre door, and leaned on it. It may seem idiotic but, I couldn't give her the chance to elope.

Angie's POV

Beck led me to the janitor's closet. The area of privacy for our gang.

This can't be good.

I threw my sandwich away. There was no point of holding on to it, because lunch would be over and I wouldn't have any other chance to eat it. I kept my coffee and sipped on it, continually.

When we reached the closet Beck shut the door and leaned on it. Crap. No chance of escape now. He thrust his hands into his jean pocket.

How did he look so nifty when doing that?

It was evidently not going to be enjoyable for me. So I decided to get cozy and leaned on the wall across from Beck.

"So you wanted to talk?" I took a gulp of my latte, its warm, liquid substance glided through my throat.

"Yeah" He looked down at the floor "It's about what you said. You know about guys" He gnawed the bottom of his lip, delicately.

"Yeah, what about it?" I talked gradually, taking my time. I didn't want to make this anymore inconvenient than it already was.

"Your last lines, before you left were 'They don't know who they are'," He looked up and made eye contact. "What did you mean about it?"

"Just that guys don't know thyself, and can't figure themselves out" I said coolly. Beck could undeniably see through my slander.

"No, what does it really mean?" He looked at me concerned "Come on. You're like my best friend. You can tell me anything" He ceased momentarily, before continuing.

"I care about you. And what you said worries me" His brown eyes were distraught and sincere.

I found it really sweet and considerate that he said that.

I hesitated a bit before adjudicating to tell the story. I took a last sip of my coffee and set the cup on the shelf next to Beck.

I didn't go back to leaning against the wall and stood in between both walls. Standing halfway, the previous space between us decreased to a half or less.

I hesitated and continued.

"I was a freshman in high school." I started, telling Beck the story.

My story.

The story that made me the person I was.

And the reason why.

A/N: What did you think? Review please! It tells me about the type of writer I am. And I don't want to think I'm good when I'm actually crappy at writing. R&R and show that button some LOVE 3

So question: What do you think was it was about? (What Angie Said?) And what did she mean by it?