Sorry for a bit of a wait. I started writing this last week, and couldn't find the inspiration to write more. This chapter took me a while, and I added and cut out a lot. Instead of writing all at once, or maybe in two times, I had to sit down about 5 times to get all of this. It is a pretty long chapter, although, again, most of it is dialogue. Thanks for the reviews, I love you guys!

Disclaimer: Do you really think I'm Dan Schneider?

"Guys, shut up." Andre cut in. "We're at Beck's. And Beck- we have something we want to say to you."

Looking at his friend's solemn faces, Beck panicked. "Seems serious. Did you steal Robbie from me and can't agree on the color scheme for your wedding?" He joked. "Let's go inside and watch some tv or something."

Andre thought for a brief moment about letting his friend off of the hook for today. Beck seemed tired, worn out. Maybe they could try this another-

"No. Stop with the deflections." Robbie said firmly. "We are doing this. Now." Beck seemed to shrink, huddling up against the seat. He wasn't used to Robbie taking action.

Andre decided to step in. "Look, Beck, you're my bro. And we wouldn't be asking if we didn't think this was serious, but have you been doing drugs?"

"How did you find out? Did Jade tell you? I told her not to, I'm going to kill that bi-" Beck asked quickly, mind racing.

"No, dude, it wasn't Jade. Trina mentioned it, in one of her videos." Andre reassured Beck, while Robbie was as far away as possible from this moody alien Beck had turned into. Andre's phone beeped, but he ignored it, focusing on Beck. "It's okay, man. We don't want to hurt you."

"All I want to know is, how did this happen?" Robbie piped up, still looking at Beck strangely. "The Beck I used to know would never touch drugs."

Beck laughed bitterly. "The Beck you knew was already on drugs. He was just coasting through life back then. It started when I got my RV. I finally felt free, and when an upperclassmen asked me to snort with him after school, I took the opportunity. I didn't even know what, except that I was deemed cool by the whole school and, if I said no, it could jeopardize that. That was 8th grade."

Beck frowned. "After the whole Trina thing, I did drugs I hadn't even heard of, addicted to that weightless feeling it gave me. I felt so guilty, you know? Until my dad found out. That summer, I was sent to rehab. I shaped up. I thought I could stop, but I kept wanting more. And more. For weeks, I sat on the couch, watching show upon show, even reading books, trying to find something to make me feel something. I was watching a musical once, and I'd seen it before, so I went along with it, singing, and more importantly, acting. I felt that freedom again, and I never wanted to let it go. So I auditioned for HollyWood Arts, and Jade did too, to my surprise. I was good for a few months, but after a little bit, acting sort of lost its luster. It's not like I got many opportunities as a freshman. And then I saw Sikowitz after school, adding something that looked a lot like cocaine to his coconut. And all of a sudden, it was like my senses were heightened. I wanted that coconut more than anything. So I took it. And, ever since, I haven't been able to stop. Most of the time I don't even want to. But my dad would take me out of HA if he even thought I was on drugs, so I can't try rehab again. There, you happy?" Beck asked, anger overtaking his features. "I know you're thinking, 'oh how the mighty have fallen.' I don't need crap from you guys, okay? Just- just stop." Beck choked out.

Andre was bewildered. In 0 to 60 seconds he was normal, angry, then crying. It was his grandma in 6th grade all over again!

Robbie scooted towards Beck, petting his back carefully. Andre opened the car door in panic. It looked like Robbie had this, anyway.

"Hey, Beck?" Robbie asked. Beck looked up expectantly. "You know how my father left, a few years ago?"

"Yeah." Beck said quietly. Andre smiled, before closing the door quietly. Yeah, Robbie had this.

xx.

The CD had ended, and Tori wasn't much closer to finding out what she did. It didn't seem like Trina blamed her for their loss of sistership after Ryder, but mainly herself. Sighing, she fished out her phone, ignoring her missed calls, and started going through the evidence again. She was going to find her sister, and prove Jade wrong.

Jade was wrong, right? There was no way she was everything Jade said she was. Jade hadn't known Trina, and how she could do thoughtful things sometimes. Trina hadn't told Jade about how she wanted to go to Brown University, all the way across the country, and how she couldn't wait to get out of the house and start her own life somewhere.

Trina had never once spoken about suicide, or cutting, or anything like that. With Trina, it was all about life and the future and how she was going to make it big one day. Not once had Tori ever thought Trina would even have the courage to kill herself, and these things made up why she thought Trina didn't actually die. She wouldn't disappear either, but she'd go out with a bang.

Tori looked through the 5 or so CD's she'd collected and put under the TV only to find there was a new one, titled Robbie. Shrugging, she popped it in the player and waited to hear her sister's voice again.

"The funny thing about friends, is that you never really know if you know them. You don't pretend to know acquaintances well, and you'd better know your best friends, but friends can be anything, you just have to think you know them and talk to them on a semi-regular basis. You don't know if they talk about you behind your back, if they really like you or your boyfriend, if they think you're a slut or or if they want to be your best friend. Maybe they're jealous of you, or maybe they look up to you. Do they really agree with you on things, or do they just want you to think you have things in common? These are questions I've asked myself about everyone I consider, or considered, if you prefer, to be my friends. But a friend is a sticky, ugly thing, so I liked to believe I chose not to have many. Thing was, Robert Shapiro is a very... different kind of friend. He was nice, but not too nice. I knew where I stood with him. He wanted to kiss me, I didn't want to kiss him. I was liked, but not too much. Robbie never much minded if I rejected him, as long as he still had Cat and all of his other unrequited crushes. He did stuff for me, well, unless he had a better offer, and I never laughed at him or treated him too horribly. That was how we worked." Trina said, sounding lighthearted.

But then, her tone went dark. "But as I said, friendship is a tricky thing. Friendships change. Robbie, you started avoiding me, laughing at me with the rest of them. I don't know if you got over your little crush on me and started hating me, or something happened or what, but I stopped being nice to you in return. I was bitter, I guess. The one friendship I thought was real dissolved, and soon, you were just another of my perfect little sister's friends. I didn't notice you getting popular, and I was glad, because I felt you deserved being an outcast for what you did to me. You're probably relieved, because you think your little betrayal is the sole reason you're on this tape. I thought you understood, was on the outside looking in like me. But you didn't really care about me, not if you could be liked. I've dealt with things like that before, you didn't hurt me that much. The reason you're a reason is because you saw me get sexually assaulted that night I was with Moose, and you didn't do anything. I glimpsed you that night, I know you saw something, and looked at you, but you just left, like the coward you are. And even when I asked you to make a statement to make sure he didn't do anything else, you acted like you didn't know what I was talking about. And for that, I hate you." Trina finished.

Tori sat in silence for a while, crying a little, but mainly wondering about what Jade said. Had Robbie slipped this in so she'd find it when she was alone? Did the others agree?

"Tori, where's Trina? I haven't seen her for a few days." Holly Vega stated, coming in from the backyard and sitting down on the couch next to her. Tori's eyes widened, before they closed in defeat.

"Is dad home?" She asked.

"He should be, in a few minutes." Her mom replied, frowning. "What's this about, honey?" The oven then dinged, and Holly popped up from her seat. "Ooh, that's my marshmallow frittata! I assume you've had dinner already, so I didn't make you any. I don't want you getting dumpy like me!"

"Come on, you're not dumpy." Tori protested feebly, rather annoyed with her mom.

"I know." Holly said, smiling.

Out of the corner of her eye, Tori saw her dad opening the front door.

"Hey, dad? Mom? Can you sit down for a minute?" She said. Holly and David Vega sat down obediently, if a bit confused. "I have to tell you something. A-about Trina."

"Oh, is this about the silly tape she sent us?" Holly interrupted.

"She sent you a tape?" Tori asked.

"..Yeah, it said all sorts of silly things like she blamed us for her mistakes and about how she cried and thought we didn't know. Her walls aren't soundproof like yours. I wish they were, though! I put it in her room, we'll throw it out with the rest, I suppose." Holly said.

"Well, she's been sending people reasons about how they're the reasons she commits suicide but I don't think she's really dead because she's been sending me messages even though there were her bloody clothes and stuff near the train tracks-"

"Wait, she's dead?" David asked.

"Everyone thinks so." Tori replied.

"That means we'll have to have a funeral." He sighed, running his hand over his face. "And it'll have to be quick, if people already know about it. How long has it been and who knows?"

"It's been around a month and everyone at school, and probably parents by now. And Mr. Busey." Tori practically whispered.

"Oh, we must seem terrible to the neighbors! A month and they haven't even heard of funeral plans!" Holly exclaimed, finishing off her frittata.

"Yeah, like that's the big deal." Tori rolled her eyes, but furrowed her eyebrows when her parents looked at her like she was stupid.

"Of course it's a big deal, Tori." Holly said.

"It reflects on the whole family's image." David added.

"But people think-" She cleared her throat. "They think she's dead."

"Well, it seems to me like she wants it that way." David said diplomatically. "I'm not saying she is, but everybody thinks she is, there's a body, so let's have a funeral!"

"Oh, honey, do you want to come with me to get a cute black dress for the funeral?" Her mom asked, already grabbing her car keys and heading towards the front door.

"Mom, it's almost 11." Tori replied, before turning to her dad. "So, how will we plan the funeral?"

"So that's a no?" Holly called back, already outside. "I won't be back until around 2, so don't wait up for me!"

"Bye!" Tori shouted. "So?" She asked her dad, who seemed to be in deep thought.

"I don't want to spend too much money on a potentially fake funeral, especially for Trina, but it should be pretty elaborate, since it's already been a month. Holly will invite her friends, I'll invite some of the police force and the neighbors, and you can invite whoever you think cared about Trina, and your little gang, so you won't be too bored." David replied.

"I'll help plan." Tori volunteered.

"Great." Her dad smiled. "So, you pick out the casket, reserve the place, order the flowers and decorations, and make a list of everybody invited. I'll need the list tomorrow, but the others don't have a time limit. But the funeral will be at the end of the week, so reserve a early Saturday time, around 12. You have my credit card info, but don't go over 8,000, and that's only because it's so last minute it'll cost more. We'll have her 'body' cremated, so no need to worry about the viewing and all, but renting a casket should cost about $100 dollars. Clear?" He rambled.

Tori blinked. She hadn't heard half of that, but she knew what she had to do. "Crystal."

"That's my girl." David said, smiling. "I'm going to call it a night, okay?"

"Yeah dad. I'll come upstairs in a few minutes." Tori replied distractedly. She had to write down everything she had to do for the fake funeral, but first... Where did her mom say she put the tape?

So, do you think Robbie gave Tori the tape, or Trina's helper? What did you think of how I wrote their parents? There will be a scene, hopefully next chapter, where Beck tells Tori what he did cause she's the only one who doesn't know and Cat pretty much doesn't care. It'll get more in depth with his problem, hopefully.

And I've always thought there was a little bromance between Robbie, Beck and Andre. I just love their friendship!

And the timeline for the story is:

Chapter 16 - Moose

17- The Parents

18- Andre

19- Tori

20- Funeral

21- Epilogue