AN: Yay, here it is! This episode was GREAT, because Liz sang. I loooove that part in rehearsal where JAde was all to Beck: "Don't touch mommy." ... I hope they get back together soon. REAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLY soon.

I don't own Victorious.

Tori and Jade's Play date

As far as week at Hollywood arts go, this one has been one of the weirdest. No one had a car parked in their butt, no hot cheese was sprayed over a kissing couple, and no one was threatened with have to go Christmas yodeling. However, an insane and mind boggling event did happen.

Tori and Jade could actually be in the same room with each other.

Tori was pondering this after she and Jade chased those two weirdoes from Nozu. She smiled at the darker girl as the two handed over their microphones. And Jade grinned back.

Tori was so startled by this grin, that she nearly toppled over. Jade's smile was not full of bitterness or mirth, but really, honestly happy. She looked like a different girl, the. A girl who didn't have a gank for a father, a girl whose favorite toy as a child was not a hammer. She looked like the Jade that Tori had glimpsed only while Jade was around Beck.

She looked like a person Tori might actually want to get to know.

Cat didn't know why she said it.

"Robbie, you're so gross."

She had turned around and ran, not looking back to see the crushed expression on her friends face.

Couldn't he tell that when he said that kind of stuff it made her uncomfortable? Couldn't he tell that she didn't like that?

But she liked her Robbie. The Robbie only she got to see, when the two where alone. When he was less spastic, less eager to be what everyone liked, more himself. She liked that Robbie. That one was creative, and funny. He was nice, and kind and thoughtful, and intelligent.

With all her heart, she wishes he was like that all the time. She wishes he didn't strive to be someone else, and have it come of wrong. Because it came off as an awkward, strange young man trying too hard to please.

Why couldn't he be her Robbie all the time?

"Hey man, check out those two girls."

"Whoa. Check out the one in black."

"Hey, I liked that one."

"You take the other one! I want the one in black."

"Fine. Next time I get first pick though."

Andre didn't like seeing his friends unhappy. Whether it was Robbie lamenting about how Cat would never like him, or Tori feeling overwhelmed, or Jade having one of her days. Andre was something of a confidante to all of them. If they needed advice, or a shoulder to cry on, or someone just to vent too, Andre was a first choice. His calm, relaxed nature made him so.

But Beck was being closed off. At first, Andre thought it was about the urine-cup-car thing, but Beck was not acting mad. He was acting… lost.

Andre was well aware that Beck was a fantastic actor. They competed for roles 90% of the time. And 89% of the time, Beck won. Andre was 88% percent okay with this, because he (and everyone else) knew that Beck was the better actor.

But in this play? Beck was not up to his usual standards. Not even close. Half the time he spent staring at Jade, and the other half he was staring off into space thinking about Jade.

However, being the actor that he was, Beck still came off as someone equal to say, Robbie's standards.

Until that rehearsal.

"Don't touch mommy."

After that rehearsal, Andre decided to go to Beck's.

Because he was Andre, and Beck was Beck, and Beck was hurting.

So Andre would be there for him.

"Beck, please stay after class." Sikowitz told his student one day after class. The young man nodded, his dark hair falling slightly into his eyes.

So Beck stayed after the bell rang, and the usual rush of students stampeded out of the room. He patiently waited for Sikowitz, because the eccentric teacher was resolutely trying to pull something out of his tattered messenger bag. Finally, Sikowitz managed to extract two cabbages. He proceeded to take a bite out of one, and then the other.

"Do these taste different? Here, try." He shoved the cabbages in Beck's face.

"I'm good, thanks." Beck waved them away, because one was browning and distinctly shriveled.

"Do they smell different?" Sikowitz persisted.

Beck nodded, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion.

"Well, good, they should." He held one up, the brownish one."This one is three weeks old."

Beck wrinkled his nose, and Sikowitz threw both the cabbages out the window.

"Look, I really have to get to m-"

"I'm talking!" Sikowitz shouted. Beck held his hands up in a surrender signal. Sikowitz came down the steps of the stage, and sat in an orange chair. He was silent.

Beck, not sure what Sikowitz's crazy antics wanted of him, decided that he might be here for a while and took a chair near him. The teacher immediately scooted his chair over next to Beck.

"Listen. You're one of my best students, and a great actor."

Beck looked at him warily.

"But, Tori and Jade aren't the only ones acting badly in the play."

Beck now looked stunned, and slightly offended.

"What do you mean?"

"Beck, you can't seem like you're in love with your mother."

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