Hey there peeps. Sorry about taking so long to update the second chapter, but I hope that maybe updating a day apart will make up for it? Okay, maybe not, but I will most likely be adding alot the next few days to keep up with Christmas, so that will make you happy? :)

Anyway, here's for chante77 and littlemissswag, who requested a Tori/Andre

I am sincerely apologetic if this doesn't live up to your expectations.

Jeremy Shane: I'm so sorry, but I don't think I can do a Jade/Tori. I'm just not comfortable writing that.

I also got an anonymous review asking for a Cat/Beck. I should've been more specific. I am a horribly staunch Beck/Jade shipper and I just don't think I could ever pull off a Cat/Beck that isn't shit. So sorry, and I hope you'll keep reading and reviewing anyway.

Also, So sorry that this is utter shit, but again, I AM A HARDCORE BECK/JADE SHIPPER! Sorry, sorry, sorry. Feel free to hurt me with a sandwich. Just go ahead. I can take it! :)

"Whisks in a wine box. Now that is class." Andre laughs as I shoot him a nasty look.

"It doesn't fit in any other box!" I defend.

He turns the shoes I got for Trina over in his hands. "So wrap it in paper." He suggests.

I finish taping the box lid closed. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to wrap whisks in paper?" I ask.

Andre smiles at me. "Nope, and I don't plan on finding out."

I toss him another glare and try to put a bow on the box to make it look better... It still looks sad. I question the wisdom of letting Andre come over as I watch him glare at Trina's sparkly shoes. "Why are you here again?" I ask.

"Why so cranky, Cheekbones?" He questions in his easy, laidback way. "It's Christmas."

"I know." I sigh. "I'm sorry. I'm not sure why wrapping Christmas presents makes me all wonky."

"'S okay, Tor. Do you really wanna know why I came over here?"I nod.

"Sure." I smile, trying to get out of my bad mood.

"Well, I actually need to ask you for a favor."

"Alright, shoot."

Andre puts his head down and mumbles something.

"What?" Why is he coso guilty?

"I need you to..." He races through the last words.

"You need me to what Andre?" I look up fron trying to shove Trina's shoes in a gift bag. "Tell me."

He sighs. "I have to spend Chrstimas with my grandma. You know, the crazy one who's terrified of Rabbis."

"What does that have to do with me?"

Please, please, please don't say-

"I need you to come with me."

Aw crap! He said it. "You want me to spend Christmas with your grandmother?" I clarify. "The one that hates me."

"She doesn't hate you Tori!" Andre hangs his head again. "She's just... you know... Insane."

"Andre," I close my eyes, trying to think of a viable excuse for staying home.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I open my eyes to look into his big brown ones. "Just hear me out."

So here I am, in Andre's grandmother's house. She's currently hiding behind the couch and I can hear Andre consoling her. "It's okay, Granma, Tori's just here to celebrate with us."

I promised him Christmas Eve, nothing else. I'm considering leaving anyway while Andre's occupied. Seriously! I'm not just being a baby! She already called me a whore!

"No Granma, I promise Tori is not a Rabbi."

Do I really look like a Rabbi?

"Granma! Don't say that! Didn't I tell you not to say those words anymore?"

"Bye!" I call, turning around to leave.

"No, no, no, no, no, no you don't." Andre grabs my arm and I'll never know how he got to me so fast. "I'm sorry." He apologizes. "Just give her another chance."

"Fine." I relent and hold up my pointer finger. "One more chance."

Andre grins. "Thanks."

Now we're sitting around in the living room, sipping eggnog and being generally awkward. "Andre! The clock changed again!" Andre's grandma yells at him from the other room.

Andre sighs heavily. "Granma, I told you a thousand times, the clock is supposed to change."

The rest of the Harris family is here now, and I feel abslutely ridiculous being here. I'm Andre's best friend, not his wife. WHY AM I HERE? Because I'm a push over, that's why. All it took was Andre's big brown puppy dog eyes and some begging and now I'm here.

Andre heads off to talk his grandma out of a fight with the digital clock in her room. Great, he left me. I sneak a look across the room at Mr. and Mrs. Harris; I have no idea what to say.

"So, Tori," Mrs. Harris begins. "You, hm, sing with Andre alot, correct?"

I nod. "Yes, I do. I'm a singer and an actress." I offer a smile eaqually as awkward as hers and her husband's.

I wonder absentmindedly why I've never met them before. Not that I would've wanted to, because this is by far the most awkward I've ever felt in my life. And believe me, Trina forces me into A LOT of awkward situations.

"I bet you're wondering why I'm here." I decide to just get it over with.

"Well, yes." She admits in a small voice. "Andre didn't tell us you were coming."

"He said he wanted help with his grandmother. He was worried about spending Christmas alone with her. Of course, he doesn't really need me now that you're here."

"Nonsense." Mrs. Harris smiles. "Andre is quite fond of you."

I can feel my face redden. "Really?" Is is all I can get out.

"He talks about you constantly." She crosses her legs demurely. "I can't imagine why we heaven't met you."

Me either. Andre, you have explaining to do.

"So uh, what else does he say about me?" Do I seem obvious? I think I do.

"He told me he thinks you're the prettiest girl he's ever met."

Mr. Harris chuckles. "Those weren't his words, but you get the gist."

My blush deepens. "Oh."

"He admires you very much." Mrs. Harris chooses her words carefully.

"Carol, just tell her what she said." Mr. Harris admonishes.

"Marty, kids aren't ready to-"

"He loves you, Miss Vega." Mr. Harris stares me down, waiting for my reaction.

"He-he what?"

No way. There is absolutely no way. He loves me? He can't. There's no way he can... Can he?

After a few hours of a ridiculously awkward Christmas celebration, we're in the car, and I'm not exactly talking to Andre. "You didn't tell me your parents were coming." I comment after letting him squirm for a while, trying to make conversation with me.

"Is that what this is about?" He takes a left turn.

"Andre, you said you needed my help because you didn't want to spend Christmas Eve alone with your mental-patient grandmother, not talk with your parents." I cross my arms.

"Look Tori, I'm sorry. I didn't know the night was going to turn out that bad for you." Andre pulls into a lot, parking before turning and looking me in the eye. "So I'm gonna make it up to you."

"Freezy Queen, Andre? Really?" I berate even as I take a lick from my strawberry cone.

"You sayin it's not good?" He challenges.

We sit down on an old bench situated under a tree. "I didn't say that."

The night is beautiful. It's cool and even though you can't see any stars, the sky still appears dark and intriguing. It reminds me of nights I used to spend with Danny back when we were dating. We'd lay on the grass in his backyard, talking about the stars we wished we could see.

Andre chuckles, bringing me back to the present. "I really am sorry, Tor, I didn't think your night would go so badly."

"You know what I really want to know?" Time to drop the bomb.

"What's that?"

"Why I didn't know you were so, as your mother put it, 'quite fond of me'." I grin at him.

Andre throws his head back and groans. "She didn't! I can't believe this!" I laugh and let him moan on.

But then he opens his eyes again and stares at me. "I don't know what she told you," He begins. "So can I just tell you what I really think about you?"

I can scarcely breathe. "Yeah..."

"Look, Tori..." He gets up and tosses his ice cream cone in the trash can.

When he makes it back to me, he sits sideways on the bench to face me. "I don't want things to be wierd between us."

"I know." I whisper "Just tell me the truth and we'll go from there."

Andre swallows, working hard to look at me. "So, you know, when you came to school, you didn't really seem to need a boyfriend. Or want one, and I just thought-" He pauses. "But you're just so beautiful and sexy and I just can't help myself, I-"

I can't stand it anymore. I just lean forward and kiss him. Long and deeply, and when I pull away, it takes a moment for him to open his eyes. "Tori, I-"

I shake my head. "Me too."

Yeah well, this sucked. BIG time. I'm so sorry, you guys deserve better than this utter crap.

Well, review anyway and tell me just how bad it was. Hopefully the next one will be Andre/Cat for I'mWickedCrazyandYeahI'mAllThat, but we'll see.

Much Love,

Calvin Munro