A/N: I'm back! And I'd like to thank the awesome reviewers, Vogan, MiiMyselfandTime, sunnydayss, CrescentmoonofShadowclan, and Daisy54154, for reviewing that last chapter, by giving you a long chapter!

It meant the world to me! I'm in the process of making a Cat/ Beck story. Would you guys read? Put your thoughts in a review! Review and make this awesome Big Time Victorious author happy!

Oh yeah, and as of this chapter, I am going to post a random fact/question before the actual chapter starts. Don't mind answering it! :D

Here we go!

Random Question: Am I the only one who thinks Ryan Gosling is hot? He was sooo sexy on Drive! Ah! wouldn't mind marrying him. Hehe :)

" Mommy, mommy, mommy!" I groaned and rolled my eyes, the eighth time probably today (and they are starting to hurt) as Trina shouted, slamming the car door, her arms flailing around as she ran towards the front door of our home.

" Oh Trina, please shut up!" I yelled. The door swung open, revealing a very tired looking mommy. Her hair was matted, not to mention her face had reddened a little, her eyes were halfway closed. Or open...

She had been sick for the last few days, unfortunately the flu, and had been obviously sleeping, I mean who wouldn't be at twelve o clock in the morning!

Mom sighed and took a step back, letting us in.

" Hm, the last time you called me that, you were eight. But next time, could you not be so loud? It is early in the morning you know," Mom told Trina. She just nodded, but you could tell she could care less about it being early, or about Mom's health. She turned to me and gave me a small sleepy smile.

" Hello dear, why were you two so late coming home?" She asked me, seeing I was overall the more responsible and sensible sister.

I should have been born first.

I opened my mouth to answer, but Trina cut me off, practically screaming at Mom.

" You'll never believe what happened today Mom!" She started, but by that time, Mom had headed for the stairs, not really paying attention to Trina's blabber. Trina followed her hyperly, and I set down the countless bags I had been holding onto the hardwood floor. I yawned and trudged up the stairs after them, rubbing the palms of my hands. They were extremely sore, the handles of the bags I had been carrying earlier had made their mark.

I had been following Trina and James all day at the mall. And like the good samaritan I am, I took on the role on being their caddy. Yes, they already decided to go public( I'm being sarcastic if you didn't know, not like I care), and even though there were no paparazzi anywhere in sight, it didn't help that there were fangirls there.

And where there's fangirls, there will be death.

I almost died today, but did they care, or even do so much as to help me, when I was carrying their bags? No! I swear, them being siblings would have been soo much more believable.

" I am the official girlfriend of James Diamond! Oh you know Mom, the tall, practically god-like creature from Big Time Rush, that new boy band?"

"That's great honey," Mom muttered tiredly. Of course she wasn't really paying attention, but Trina kept talking.

"Well, it's not like we actually kissed or anything yet, but he brought me all kinds of things, including these boots, which I think were made for me. See? They're five inches of pure hotness!" Trina frowned as Mom ignored her.

"Good night Tori honey," She called out, while Trina complained.

" Mom, you're not lookin-" I smiled thankfully as Mom shut the door and Trina sighed, walking past me to her room.

" She's sleepy right now, so I'll just tell her again tomorrow over breakfast! Night night Tor!" I rolled my eyes and muttered a "good night" back, but by then she had carelessly slammed the door to her room. I could hear her giggling as I entered my room and wished at that moment that I didn't have such a thin wall.

I would be hearing her giggling for some time now. I slipped off my shoe and jacket and quickly prepared myself for bed, not bothering to take a shower. I would just do it tomorrow before school.

For now, I just needed sleep.

"Tor,"

" Tori," I yawned and opened my eyes, trying to smile apologetically to Andre for the second time that morning before school. I was slumped against my locker, trying my best to stay awake and hold my books. I have never been so tired from shopping in all my life. Well technically I was holding the purchases.

I'm starting to understand why guys are always protesting to just stay behind now.

" I'm really sorry Andre. I'm just so tired," I moaned. He looked at me concerned as he grabbed his Literature book and slammed his locker door shut.

" Trina took me shopping," He nodded understandably and sighed.

" Damn, I would have hated to be you. She can be a little extreme sometimes," He replied.

" A little? Sometimes?" He chuckled and patted my head.

" You're right. I'm sure you'll be able to catch a couple of z's in Ms. Painter's class today. We have a substitute, who I'm sure is a real breeze. You'll be good in no time," Andre added. I smiled.

" I think I'm gonna need more than a couple, but thanks," I smile turned into a frown as Jade appeared in front of me with Beck, who grinned at me warmly and waved. Jade whipped her head towards him, planting a kiss firmly on his lips, clearly to mark her territory before she turned to me, a coffee cup, Starbucks to be exact, in her hand. I inhaled and sighed softly at the scent.

White chocolate mocha. My favorite.

" Geez Vega, what happened to your eyes? Did you look in the mirror? Seems like you saw something horrifying," She greeted me with a smirk. I tried to make a decent comeback, but again, I was too tired.

" Oh ha ha. No, I'm just exhausted from-"

" Oh I'm sorry. Do I look like someone who cares about what you're going through? My question was merely rhetorical, which means you weren't supposed to answer," She interrupted me and Beck frowned.

" Jade, seriously, be nice. It wouldn't hurt, considering Tori's been comforting to you in your times of need," He reminded her, and I nodded agreeing. She scoffed.

" Okay seriously Beck, if you're going to take her side again, you might as well have sex with her too," His eye brows raised in surprise and I heard Andre cough. My face flushed as it grew awkward, but kept my half open eyes firmly on Jade's, who were still on mine.

" Oh I'm sorry, what do you want me to say? Here Vega, want my coffee?" She asked annoyed and outstretched her arm towards me. I nodded. She pulled it back and put the cup to her lips.

" Well that's too bad, I only have one, and besides, it's quite tasty," But before she could drink out of it, Beck took it gently from her hands and gave it to me. I inhaled its warm aroma as it filled my nose.

" Here. Trina alerted us about the whole shopping ordeal through text, and we could only assume she would ask you to carry her stuff around, so we got you coffee to get you through the day. You like White chocolate mocha right?" He asked, Jade fuming beside him, glaring at me.

I smiled thankfully, and took a sip. " It's my favorite," I answered. Mhmm, mocha-ty.

" No, I prefer my coffee black Beck, I thought you knew that," Then turned to me.

"And I lied, that coffee was disgusting," Jade added. Beck sighed again.

I really hate that girl. I took another, this time giant sip and smiled as I felt it fall down my throat and into my stomach. I was beginning to feel better already. Cat came up to us giggling, with Carlos at her side, Logan and Kendall on the other, and this time his helmet wasn't on his head. Good. I always wondered why he had that helmet on yesterday.

" Hey guys," Carlos greeted us happily, I waved and smiled, now able to make full alert eye contact. He reminded me of a cute, energetic little boy, which was weird because he seemed so much more..mature on television. I made eye contact with Logan as he greeted me with a grin and walked up to me.

" Mornin' pretty lady," I smiled and looked down shyly for a moment. God this was going to be an everyday thing for me now. Though I did like it when he called me that.

Well from what Jade described of me, I'm anything but pretty right now.

"Good morning. Did you have a good sleep last night?" That seemed pretty dumb to ask, but it was the only thing I could come up with to say. I hate how I can never have a good conversation starter with the guy I like. Oh well, it's better than asking about the weather.

" Eh, it could have been better. James talked my ear off about your sister. He seems to really like her," I groaned.

" You should have been with them when they went to the mall after school. I was their caddy for six hours!" I exclaimed. Logan looked at me concerned.

" You should have let me know. I would have without a doubt stopped by to help. James can be really overboard, especially when he's trying to impress a girl," I blushed.

" I don't even have your number," I noted. He pulled out a pen from his pocket and motioned for my hand.

" May I? I don't have a free piece of paper," I nodded quietly and he wrote on the palm of my hand. It burned as he touched it, but in a good way, and I wanted to keep holding his hand. He continuously held it even as he put the pen away. He let go as we made eye contact again.

" Sorry," He apologized. I smiled warmly.

" Don't be. And, I'll let you know next time," I added with a wink. He seemed to have blushed, and that only made him seem as handsome as before. Right then, the bell rang for homeroom and I struggled to grab my bag from the floor.

" Let me," Logan offered and he took my books from my hands, smiling. I grinned and grabbed my bag, hoisting it over my shoulder.

" Thank you,"

" It's really no trouble at all," He replied and we walked in step to Sikowitz's together. He really was a gentleman. And definitely boyfriend material. But there was absolutely no way he was into me. I mean, him being famous and all he could get any girl. It's true! Sure he flirted with me once or twice but that's what guys do, what people do.

Harmless flirting.

I really would like a boyfriend though. He would put Danny and Ryder to shame. Especially Ryder. That loser.

" So, I was wondering, if you weren't busy after school... Would you mind... helping me write a song for music class, Ms. Riles." My eyes lit up and I nodded.

" Of course. And we could do it in the lounge room in the back of the school. They have music equipment, even bean bag chairs, a total lounge space. I'm not as good with writing songs as Andre is, but I'll do my best," I promised him, my stomach filled with butterflies.

It felt like he had asked me on a date. Geez Tori pull it together before your "hyper" shows.

" I'm sure you'll be great," He assured me.

"Your right. It's gonna be the best song Ms. Riles' ever heard,"

" Then, It's settled,"