Disclaimer: Do I own Victorious? Yeah! In my dreams...

Beck's POV

We were driving away from our school, Hollywood Arts. Both my hands on the steering wheel, to my right was a gleeful and disconcerted Angie. Her hair scourged around her face, as she was dancing to 'Animals' by Nickelback. I had to hold in a laugh, looking at the energetic girl. She was really cute as she danced. The only think stopping me was that fifteen minutes ago, we were in a small janitors closet, my arms were around her and she was bawling. We were ditching school, because of the previous event.

"Because the angel on my right ain't hanging out with me tonight!" Angie's fist pumped the air.

"Someone's a bit hyper" I sang, chuckling.

"Shut up!" She playfully pierced my arm. An affectionate smile was on her face, her eyes vivid with conception. She sang along to the 'old rock 'n' roll' radio station. I never knew such a thing existed. They had rock songs and cool old songs. All I heard was mediocre pop songs nowadays.

My thoughts went aloof as I thought about something that happened quite some time ago.

My eyes looked along the crowd of stimulated people. Most of them adults. Next to me was Angie, her face was masked with affliction.

"How long are we going to we wait here?" she asked me, her voice panicked. We were at an Alex Bedwin signing at the mall.

"An hour or two" I couldn't lie to her. I knew that under-exaggeration might make people pissed. My mother thought me that. Behind me a man in his thirties was getting disobliged by his eight year old daughter. The little girl looked up at me and smiled. I returned her greeting.

"She's a bit young for Alex Bedwin" I told her dad. He laughed.

" My wife was having an important meeting today. I was forced to bring her here. Women." He frolicked " And might I ask, aren't you two a bit young also?"

" I guess" I said shrugging my shoulder. " I'm Beck" I shook the man's hand.

"I'm Mike and this is my daughter Macy" Macy smiled and waved her toy hands. Mike shot me a questioned look. He was looking at Angie, who was looking ahead at the dragging line of adults. I shook my head. He was mentally asking me if she was my girlfriend.

"This is Angie" I lightly clutched her shoulders and turned her around.

"Hello, nice to meet you" She shook Mike's hand, who was giving me a grin that was only visible from my point.

"The pleasure is mine" He was smiling at Angie.

'He was not doing that'. I thought.

"So what brings you two love birds to an Alex Bedwin signing" The words 'love birds' mighty misrepresented. Mike gave me a wink.

'I'm in deep shit'

"No, we're just friends" Angie face turned a light scarlett.

"Best friends" My arm snaked around her light shoulders. " We're a fan of his".

Mike talked to us the majority of the time we were there. He was very companionable and seemed enthused at the fact that kids our age were reading quite advanced books. His daughter Macy was a sweetheart and was undeniably adorable and loving. We were randomly talking about foods we hated.

"Asparagus, I hate it" Mike's face was disgusted, at the thought of little green stalks, as his food.

"Cabbage!" Macy's little voice said. Her face scrunched in revolt.

"Pickles and carrots" Angie shuddered. "Pickles are wanna be cucumbers. They're all like 'Imma think I'm a pimp just cause I'm covered in brine!'" Her voice curled in a deep voice as she ridiculed what seemed to be a pickle. "And I just hate carrots"

" Juiced pizza" I chuckled at the rememberance of Cat offering me a glass of my liquified pizza.

"Speaking of foods I'm hungry. There's a little cafe next to the mall, would you guys like anything?" She asked us all. "I could go get something and come back, they have some Jet Brew" She named our favourite coffee shop.

"Just a coffee" I said. Angie shuffled through her purse, a look of discouragment on her face. She looked up, a little sheepish.

"Can I borrow some money? I'm a bit short" Angie asked.

" Sure no problem" I said, fishing through my wallet for some money.

"I'll have some cofee too and a hot chocolate for Macy" Mike replied.

I finally pulled out some money, when Mike stopped me. " No, It's on me. Please." He pulled out a few notes.

"Thank you soo much Mike!" Angie took the money from Mike and gave him a sincere look.

When Angie was out of ear-shot, Macy beckoned me to come to eye level with her. I crouched down on one knee and faced her.

"Yes?" I asked the little girl.

"I just wanted to say, I think you guys make a really cute couple" She covered her mouth in her hand and let out a little giggle

"She said the same thing about Taylor Swift and that Twilight kid." Mike laughed.

"'Life as We Know it' much?" I said mentioning a very similar scene in the dramedy movie. "But we're not dating" Macy's face was sad.

"Why are't you? Because you should be!"

I sighed. I wish so too kiddo.

"We can't because-" I was cut off with Angie coming back. "It's complicated" I rushed. And patted the little girl on the back.

"Three coffee's and a hot chocolate!" Angie announced handing out our hot drinks, in a styrofoam cup.

That day was amazing.

"What's up with you?" Angie asked. I snapped back into reality and concentrated on the road.

"Nothing just" I hesitated "...thinking"

About you.

Shut up. I argued mentally back to myself.

Face it you like her.

No, I don't!

Stop denying it. It's pretty obvious.

Is it?

I knew you like her!

I never said I did.

Yeah you did!

No, I didn't.

You said 'Is it that obvious?'

So!

So you just admitted you like her.

That doesn't mean any-

"SHUT UP!" I screamed out loud.

"I didn't say anything" Angie cautioned. She looked concerned "Are you okay?"

Shit! Did I say that out loud?

"Yeah, it's just-" She'd think I'm an idiot if I said I was arguing with myself. And even if she didn't, she'd ask what I was contending about.

"Just nothing" I finished off.

"You were mentally fighting with yourself" Angie stated bluntly.

Damn! I gave the girl less credit than she asked for.

"No, I wasn't!" I denied. I just had to deny and everything would be okay.

"Yeah you were" Angie raised her eyebrows. "I do that to myself too. It's like you're fighting with yourself mentally and the reality you get's frustrated."

I gave her wayyyy too little credit.

"It's like when you remember a funny or happy moment and you smile on the inside. But it affects you so much that you smile in reality and you don't even notice" How was someone so young so wise?

A new song just came on. It was 'Oh Darling' by the Beatles

"Oh my god!" Angie bobbed uncontrollably in her seat. "I love this song!" She jerk forward and turned up the volume.

"Oh darling" Crooned Paul Mcartney.

I have to listen to this radio more. I thought to myself.

"Please believe me, I'll never do you no harm"

Angie was singing along, really well. Her voice intoxicating, as she harmonized with the 60's song.

Wait! Wasn't she supposed to be bad? That's what she said the first day. Right?

I turned the knob, lowering the volume. "Hey! I was listening to that!" Angie yelled.

"It's still on!" I protested. Angie calmed down, seeing as there was no point to attain antagonized.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked

"Sure, shoot" She swayed along to the beat and lip sang the song now.

"You said you were a bad singer. And you aren't" I looked at her. She stopped swaying. And stooped down in her seat.

"How would you know?" Her voice hard and protective.

"I just heard you. I'm not deaf you know" She licked her lips. She couldn't meet my gaze. She was pondering an interpretation.

"Look we're at the mall" She pointed ahead, through my windshield. She left my question unanswered, using this as a distraction. Sure enough in the distance a mall stood.

What was that about?

A/N: So this was sort of a filler. The next one is going to be them at the mall. Please Review! R&R! It'd be much appreciated!