I know this took some time to update. Been busy. No other excuses.
Disclaimer: Don't own Victorious. I don't know why you'd think so otherwise.
Beck's POV
My red Dodge Dakota slid into the parking lot of the mall. I opened the door and walked over to Angie's side.
"You ready?" I asked her as she refined down her gray top.
"Let's roll!" She rolled her hands around each other, mocking a classic disco move. She smiled broadly and strided on.
The mall's sleek glass doors slid open as we neared it, inviting us in to the large air-conditioned area, a contrast to the sunny L.A. atmosphere. Our first stop at a Baskin Robbins ice-cream shop. Our favourite. I closed my eyes and sniffed the soft aroma of ice-cream.
"What would you like?" I asked I brought my black, leather wallet out and started fishing through for some money. Angie's hands on the cool glass, leaning closer to get a look at the varieties of ice-cream available for us.
She smiled at the sight of one. "Cotton Candy" she pointed at the swirly pink and purple ice-cream. "Cone" She finished off. Her brown eyes impassioned with desire. The man behind the counter smiled as he went to grab an ice-cream scooper.
"Make that two please?" I asked. He handed us our ice-cream and I placed a few bills in return.
"Well we're here. So what do you want to do?" I licked the luscious cone in front of me, its taste dancing on my tongue. Angie continued licking her cone, pondering over the decision as to what to do. " You wanna go shopping?" She frowned and gave me a look. "I'm guessing you don't want to. Unless you'd feel awkward not doing it with your 'girlfriends'" My fingers quoting the word girlfriends.
Angie chuckled and gave me a look from the side. "Beck" She turned to look at me, evidently charmed at what I said. " I won't feel awkward shopping with a guy." She hesitated "Well unless I'm shopping for um..." She cleared her throat. " Woman produc-"
"Stop!" I yelled. Cutting her sentence short. And glad to. I closed my eyes.
I do not wanna go there.
We started talking about school, friends and just random stuff. We ended up roaming around. For some reason, we ran out of things to talk about. A reserved ambiance pursued after.
"What are we gonna' do?" I asked taking the last bite of my cone. Angie finishing off hers too. She abruptly stopped us.
"Let's go" She grabbed my wrists nimbly and prevailed me ahead. She finally pulled me to a music store. Pianos, guitars, violins, harps, trumpets, horns, flutes, cellos, fiddles and saxophones. Any instrument you name was possibly allocated in that store.
Her eyes set on a beautiful jet black grand piano. She sat on the black leather stool, as I picked an acoustic guitar from the wall.
She started playing a recognizable tune and I played along with her. It was Adele. Or at least Bob Dylan. Make You Feel My Love. I half expected her to sing. I wanted her to sing. Just to hear that voice. To make sure I wasn't hallucinating in the car. You could conceptualize my disappointment as she started humming the song instead. Her eyes were closed, her hair dwindling into her face. She couldn't see the glumness in my face. Either ways we sat there playing a few songs for a few minutes. Then we moved onto other instruments. Violins and cellos. We didn't know how to play them so it sound like a dying manatee.
The clerks didn't really mind. As long as we weren't breaking anything they didn't mind much. We weren't driving anyone away either. Well that was until some posh old man walked in. He had a Hitler moustache, a monocle and a walking cane.
Who had a monocle nowadays?
The staff didn't think it would be good business if there where two teenagers messing around on instruments. The man wouldn't want to buy a piano that was touched by our 'filthy' hands. Possibly just a show for his guests in his large mansion. Either way it was probably going to collect dust from him not using it. But no worries one of his twenty maids will clear it off. The shop manager shooed us off and we gave in.
Once we were out of earshot and standing on the escalator, I turned to Angie. "Did you see his?" I made a circle from my hand and placed it on my right eye.
"And his?" She placed a finger on her upper lip.
"And his. was so!" My arms waved in exaggeration.
"And the. You know!"
"And he just looked so!" I burst out laughing. We grasped our stomachs from the tender pain. Angie wiped a desolate tear from her eye.
"Hey! Let's go in there!" Angie exclaimed as we stepped of the escalator. She pointed at a dandy vintage store.
"Let's roll!" I mimicked Angie, rolling my arms around each other.
We perambulated into the shop, racks of clothes surrounding us. Hats, scarves and jewelery lined the walls. The shop was indistinct and had an odd musty smell. Sort of like home.
Angie held my hand and led me through the store. Her hand felt silky, serene, it felt comfortable and warm.
Like home.
She threw an oversized coat at me and grabbed a jacket. We ran into the changing rooms and tried it on.
"Whaddya think?" Angie smiled posing her jacket.
I laughed and flipped up my collar. "Dashing" I said in an old 60's voice.
We messed around and tried on inconsistent types of clothes each time. I don't know how long we spent doing that, but it was long. In the end we didn't actually buy anything. Angie spotted a colourful silk scarf.
"Perfect" She muttered as she grabbed it from the rack.
"For what?" I asked evidently baffled at what she meant.
"For you" She wrapped the scarf around my neck and looked up. A small smile on her face.
I looked at her, my eyes in contact with hers. Eye to eye. Brown on brown. She was still looking up, her eyes soft. The moment lasted seconds, even though it felt like hours. I could never explain the feeling I felt at that point. Like a million knots were forming in my stomach. Like butterflies were fluttering around. Like fireworks going off above my head. Like my heart had leaped out, into my throat.
All at the same time.
Like I had a million knots, with butterflies flying around it. While my heart leaped out into my throat with fireworks above my head.
So it wasn't like I had kissed her. But it was probably equal to it. Because what I felt. I was sure she felt it too. It was in her eyes. They're like the window to someone's soul. And her window was open, for me to see inside. She definitely felt it.
She broke the gaze, looking behind my shoulders, as if checking to be sure of something. Her eyes fazed at what she saw behind me. I had to say I was disheartened she broke the gaze. But I forgot about it when she said the next thing.
"Oh my god. It's Mister Ramoray" She whispered hastily. "No sudden movements"
I turned around gradually. Sure enough our teacher was there. He was entering the shop , browsing for clothes. Our class after lunch was supposed to be his. And we weren't in it. Which meant that if he saw us he'd know we were ditching.
I looked at the watch in my hand. School was still running. No it couldn't be. I looked at the clock behind the pay counter. Same time.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
SHIT!
And I was sure Angie was thinking the same thing too. Cause the 'windows to her soul' were apprehensive. Same as mine.
"What do we do?" She whispered. Positioning herself so that our teacher wouldn't see our faces.
"As he moves deeper into the store, we'll move towards the exit. Then we'll make a break for my house" My tongue moved along the surface of my lips, dampening it.
"And if he walks into us?" She pulled the scarf of me and returned it to the rack. She took the black fedora off of her head and slowly returned it to it's original location.
"He won't." I replied confidently " The blue jacket he always wears?"
"yeah, what about it"
"Well if you turn ever so slightly, across the room to your right. There's an exact replica of that jacket" she turned to her right, across the room a blue jacket, that Mister Ramoray always wore was hanging. The teacher himself, slowly walking towards it.
"That doesn't mean he's gonna buy it" She hissed back.
"Yes, but what if there was one in green for him?" She turned again, spotting a green version of the coat hanging next to it.
"Let's go, he's heading this way" Her hands pushed lightly on my back, leading me towards the entrance.
"Excuse me" A man's voice called out, a hand tapped me. I stopped cold in my tracks. Oh my god it couldn't be him.
"Yes?" I turned around slowly. I let out an exasperated sigh. It was just a store clerk.
"Are you going to buy that?" He beckoned at the green paisley scarf that was still hanging limply around Angie's neck.
I looked at Mr. Ramoray who was still checking out the green jacket, following my prediction, much to my pleasure.
"Oh sorry no" She pulled out the scarf and we proceeded to walk away.
"Did you also think he was Mr. Ramoray?" She bit down on her lip.
"Yeah, but thank god he wasn't"
"What was he doing anyways?"
"Checking out the jacket" I smirked at the remembrance, of the sight of our teacher interrogating that jacket.
We went back to my RV. I flopped down on one of my beds, after switching on the tiny TV above my disheveled and repulsive fish tank. It turns out some 'Friends' re-runs were on TV. Angie was absolutely ecstatic, it was one of her favourite TV shows. We sat down and laughed at the show's crude and raunchy humour.
"The show may have ended. But the show will never die. Cause somewhere in the world, there's a frantic neat freak similar to Monica. There's a ladies man Joey. Hitting on all the girls, saying dirty jokes, but never causing any harm. There's a Phoebe, there's a Chandler, there's a Ross and there's a Rachel. Not with the same names. But they're still there. The personality. The person. Living on the legacy"
I didn't notice but I was so intent on pondering on what she said, how true those words were, and didn't notice she had nodded of on the other bed.
"A legacy always living on" I whispered to no one but myself.
A/N: This is sort of a filler. Because I felt like I hadn't written in a long time. Plus I didn't want to end it in the wrong place and I found this chapter's ending perfect. But I'm still not a huge fan of this one. So R&R tell me what you think!