Alalaa so I've decided to move the story along a little faster - hope you don't think it's too quick D: More to come if I know you're liking it, so PLEASE review!

Beck's POV

I'd never felt like this before. This strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. No, I wasn't about to vomit… I can't describe it really.

It came about the other night. I was taking a walk through the park, just thinking things through, when I noticed a girl out of the corner of my eye. She was sat underneath the shade of my favourite apple tree, wearing simply jeans and a hoodie. Her face was masked by long glossy brown curls as she sat with her head on her knees, holding herself. I just stared, wondering whether or not to see if she was okay. She must've become aware of someone watching her because she put her head up quickly and ruffled her hands through her hair. I knew the face instantly.

"Tori?" I shouted to her. She looked away but didn't move, so I went and sat beside her.

Her eyes were red and puffy and overflowing. They trickled down her face slowly, just a couple at a time, but there were still too many for her to wipe away before I saw.

"Tor, what's going on?"

"Nothing, I don't even know why I'm getting so worked up. It's not as if we were carved in stone."

I looked at her sympathetically, "Date not go great last week then?"

"No, it did," she hiccupped, trying to catch her breath. "It went perfectly. But he just hasn't called. I know it sounds pathetic, but I really thought… no, never mind."

"Go on," I persisted.

"It's stupid."

"I bet it's not."

"Fine," she sighed. "I really thought that he was somebody who I would be with for a long, long time… someone who would care for me continuously and always be there and be a best friend as well as a boyfriend."

I put my arm around her. She seemed so vulnerable and weak, much different to the Tori Vega I knew. I wanted to punch whoever had gotten her this upset – I'd never seen her cry before, not over anything. I mean, sometimes it got tough for her, especially with someone like Jade on her back all the time, but she always seemed to rise above it. This time, somebody had broken her down. Must've been some guy.

"Tori listen to me," I looked straight into her eyes, steadying her by the shoulders. "You're an incredible, lovely, funny, crazy, attractive young girl, and someday soon you're going to make a boy cry rather than the other way around. And as for the other things, I'll care for you continuously and I'll always be here and I'll be your best friend until someone better comes along."

She gave a tiny, sad smile and looked up at me from where her head had settled on my shoulder. I hated seeing her like this. All I wanted to do was make things better for her.

"Beck, you're a truly nice guy," she whispered.

"And you're a really amazing girl," I told her, wiping the final tear from her face. For the smallest moment, I became completely hypnotised. Somehow, I was lost in her eyes, unable to break the gaze. She looked confused; I think I did too, but I still couldn't manage to look away. I tucked a single strand of hair behind her ear and traced my finger down the side of her face. She slowly leaned in, hesitated, and then continued. It felt as though there was a magnet pulling us together, and soon our lips met. I couldn't stop – Tori was one of my best friends, so why did this feel so… right? It was her that pulled away, flustered and in a fit of panic. I tried to calm her down, but she was too shocked at the both of us to listen to me.

"Oh my God," she rushed. "I'm so, so sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

She scooped her bag from the floor and fled the park without looking back once. I stared after her, still transfixed on her retreating figure. She started to run and was out of sight in seconds, but still I stared.

That's when the feeling arrived. It definitely wasn't guilt, oh no, strangely I felt no guilt. It was something nicer than that, more pleasant I suppose. Surely it wasn't butterflies? No, only girls get those… don't they?