Good news, everyone! Guess what? First of all, completely over my ex now. It's been a month since the breakup and this is the best I've felt in a long time. I've forgotten how awesome it feels to be single! Second of all, all the advertising disappeared from the astrology website and the program is back! And now the story continues! :D What happened during the fight between Beck and Andre? I guess you'll find out…now!

Beck's POV

"I'm gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket…"

I jolt awake at the blaring sound of my phone playing "Thrift Store." I groan and open my bleary, tired eyes. "Where's my damn phone…" I mutter to myself.

I flail my hand around and sigh in relief as my fingers close around my Pearphone, which is wedged in between two of my pillows. What is it doing there? I don't even remember. Everything happened so fast yesterday that I collapsed as soon as I got home.

As soon as I take a glimpse at the caller ID, I groan again. Of course. Only she would call me at 3 AM in the morning just to tell me some random story about a crazy dream that she didn't want to forget. Trust me, it has happened before. Last week, she left me a five minute voicemail describing her journey to Narnia and how she met a magical unicorn that led her to Aslan, who was waiting for her in the middle of a field of cotton candy.

It was very bizarre, to say the least.

I put my phone on speaker and flop back down on my bed. I nuzzle my face in my pillow, wishing that I could go back to sleep. "What's up, Cat?"

"Beck! Can you switch days with me? Pleeeeease?"

"Hmm, I don't know. Depends on what exactly you're talking about." I feel bad about giving her sarcasm, but I'm just not an early riser. Especially at 3 in the freaking morning.

"I just looked at my horoscope and it says that I have to contemplate something that happened in my dream and act upon it! What does that even mean?"

Oh god, not another crazy dream story. "Maybe it's trying to tell you that your dream means something, Cat. For example, if in your dream you failed a test, it might mean that you're scared of failing at something in real life."

I was thinking of telling her about the dream that I had last night, but it involved a lot of R-rated material, if you get what I'm saying. Something about fighting and Jade and making out and…well, you get the picture. I don't think her innocent little mind would be able to take all of that in just yet.

"Ohhh, okay! But I didn't dream about failing a test, though."

I sigh and brace myself for what crazy story she was about to tell me. "What was it about?"

"I dreamt that we were doing a school play, and Robbie and I had a stage kiss. He was supposed to kiss me first, but I was so anxious about it that I kissed him first instead!"

Whoa. Definitely didn't see that coming. But then again, it doesn't really surprise me. Everyone knows Robbie has a huge crush on Cat. Even my grandma knows (she follows his tweets on TheSlap for some reason) and she has only met him once! It was only a matter of time before Cat made the feelings mutual.

I secretly feel glad that she can't see the smirk on my face right now. "Let me ask you something, Cat… Do you like Robbie?"

"Yes! We are the best of friends," she giggles into the phone. Cue the face-palm.

"No, that's not really what I meant. Can you see yourself dating Robbie?"

She pauses before responding. "No…maybe… I don't know, Beck! I don't like him like that! He's just a friend!"

"Oh yeah, someone who's just a friend kisses you at a school dance. And you run away instead of turning him down."

"I didn't want to hurt his feelings!" I laugh as she growls (which sounds more like a high-pitched squeak through the phone) in frustration. "It's complicated."

"Relationships are just complicated in general, Cat," I tell her, subconsciously thinking back to my relationship with Jade over the past four years. It has been a rocky road indeed. "I say give yourself some time to think over how you feel about him. Then, when you are sure about what you want to do, tell him instead of giving him mixed signals all the time, okay?"

"Okay, I'll do it! But that horoscope was too short," she grumbles, her voice suddenly turning to static in my ear. My RV doesn't get very good reception; I must be losing the connection. "Will you still switch days with me? Just this one time?"

"If I do, can I go back to sleep?" I yawn.

"Of course, silly!"

"Hey, I gotta go, I'm losing reception and-"

"Ooooh, a massage chair that floats on water! That's so cool! Byeeeee!" *Click*

"And she's gone." I sigh to myself and snuggle under the covers again. "And now I can go back to sleep."

Robbie's POV

Dear Diary,

Well, yesterday was my day to follow my horoscope, and the whole experience was a lot different than I was expecting it to be. I originally thought that this whole "following the stars" thing you talked to us about, Sikowitz, was a bunch of chizz. But now that I've actually experienced it… you may be right; maybe the stars do somehow predict your future.

On Friday, my mom asked me to babysit my cousin Tracy over the weekend while she was out with my aunt. Not wanting to be alone with the she-devil, I asked Cat to help me since I know she's good with kids (since she practically is still one herself). Before she came over, I looked at my horoscope, and it told me that I shouldn't make any hasty decisions because it could hurt me in the end. I didn't know what the cheese it was talking about until Tracy left and Cat started randomly crying during a movie we watched afterwards. I asked her what was wrong and she told me that she was living alone because her parents took her brother to a special hospital in Idaho. I was then going to offer her to come live with me until her parents get back, but because of many reasons I don't care to explain, I decided not to promise something I couldn't keep.

I kind of have mixed feelings about the whole thing. I would've loved to spend more time with her because she's my best friend and I may have a little crush on her.

Okay, make that a big crush. Could be true love, even. I don't know. But that's beside the point.

Hold on, I'm getting a call…

Huh. It's Cat. Wonder what she wants.

…..

I'm back. Well good news; Cat's going to live with her Nona. Definitely happy that she has someone to take care of her now. I would've been worried sick if she was alone in a dark house every day for a year or two.

But she asked me to meet her at school today, and it's a Sunday. We don't even have school on the weekends… so why would she want me to meet her at her locker at school?

Ugh, why does everything have to be so damn confusing?

Beck's POV

Six hours later, I finally get the wake-up call that I usually get in the morning: the sunlight streaming through my tinted windows and birds chirping outside, which I find weird because it's winter here in LA. Shouldn't the birds be flying to the south for the winter or something? Who knows; maybe Los Angeles is warm enough for them.

I sit up in my bed and rub my eyes, trying to rid them of sleep. My head hurts and I feel a faint throbbing sensation in my right eye. That's odd. I hope I'm not getting sick or anything. I don't get sick very often, but when I do it takes forever to go away. Last year, I had a sinus infection for two weeks and had to stay home from school. It was torture.

Let's just say that after a couple of excruciating migraine headaches, millions of tissues, and no kissing Jade because I didn't want her to catch it from me, I was not a happy camper.

I go into my bathroom to brush my teeth, but I do a double-take after seeing my reflection in the mirror. Now I can see what's causing the pain in my eye- my whole eyelid is rimmed with a dark purple bruise. I glance down at my hands and I see tiny bruises on my right knuckles. My hair is all over the place and I look utterly exhausted.

I look like I have been in a street fight. What the hell happened last night?

Then, I remember everything- Jade coming to my RV last night, her telling me about Andre's little crush, me going down to Tori's house to talk to him.

Yeah, that didn't go as well as I had hoped it would.

*Flashback*

"I'm going to go talk to him," I growled, gritting my teeth and heading for the door. "I'm going to set that sucker straight."

"No, Beck! I get that what he did was wrong, but you don't have to hurt him because of it!" Jade shouted in desperation.

"You don't just hit on your best friend's girl and get away with it, Jade! How would you feel if Tori was crushing on me while we were dating? You would rip her head off."

"I'm still convinced she was! But look at me- I was able to control myself and she's still alive."

Her eyes lit up with an evil glint and she smiled coyly at me. "Wait a second… is robot Beck finally jealous? Whoa, wait a second here, I need to take a mental snapshot of this moment and cherish it forever."

I glared at her. "No need to be rude, ba- Jade. You've got to work on your people skills!"

"Don't try and change the subject!" She crossed her arms in front of her and stepped in front of me, blocking my path towards the door. "Look, maybe I shouldn't have come over here and told you about Andre if I knew you were going to act like this. I don't want you to hurt him. I told you because I felt like I owe you one. You put up with my jealousy and you told me the truth about everything, so I figured this was the least I could do for you."

"So let me get this straight… You apologize for trying to murder every girl I talk to by attempting to make me jealous?"

"For the last time, I'm not trying to make you jealous!" she screeched. "I was just trying to do you a favor!"

I laughed bitterly. "Yeah, some favor that was. Don't worry, I won't hurt him. We're just going to have a little chat, that's all."

My phone bleeped and I looked at the status update that had just appeared on my screen. Watching Celebrities Underwater with Tori. Hope Robert DeNiro wins this round! Or at least not drown, that is… Mood: Entertained

Andre's Slap update. Perfect timing. "Now if you excuse me, I have some business to take care of," I said coldly, and pushed past her until I was out of the RV.

No one, not even one of my best friends, hits on my girl and gets away with it.

*End Flashback*

Okay, I admit I may have overreacted a little bit. Maybe seeing Jade in my RV was like déjà vu all over again and it messed with my head. As much as I hated our arguments, I miss her. I try to become attracted to other girls, but it's just not the same; they're too easy, throwing themselves at me without a doubt in their minds. And I think easy is boring.

I guess hearing that Andre had a crush on her made me go wonky in the head, as he would say. I replay how I broke up with her every day and try to figure out where I went wrong. I've never seen her that crushed and depressed in my life. I didn't mean to break her heart- I just wanted what was best for us. If arguing with each other all the time was making us miserable and tearing us apart…then wouldn't it make sense for us not to be together and find other people?

I still care about her. I want her to be happy. And if I can't make her happy, so be it. After everything she has been through, she deserves to find someone that will make her feel special, like she is the only thing in his life that he can't live without.

Like I told Cat hours ago… it's just complicated. The ultimate question is this: Do we hurt each other more by being in a relationship or throwing everything we had away just to salvage a friendship that is even tougher to maintain?

Now that I put it that way, I know which choice is the right one to pick.

I need Jade back in my life. I don't know how I'm going to do it yet, but I will get her to fall in love with me again.

Because after everything we have been through together, we just can't coexist like we are trying to do now. It's just too painful.

Speaking of pain and overreacting, I need to apologize to Andre when we go back to school. He probably feels as bad, physically and emotionally, right now as I do.

*Flashback*

I stormed up to the Vega's front door and knocked vigorously, hoping that Andre or Tori would answer. Luckily for me, Andre was the one to do so.

"Beck?" He stared at me, wide-eyed.

"I need to talk to you. Now," I ordered.

"But-"

"Let. Tori. Sleep. This is none of her business at the moment," I seethed. I was so worked up that I could practically feel steam coming out of my ears.

Andre looked back at Tori and then turned back to me. "Let's take this outside then."

As soon as he shut the door, I led him to a light post standing next to the sidewalk. The air was damp and more humid than usual, making me feel even more uncomfortable and irritated than I already was. I walked underneath the light and leaned against the concrete post, and the light shone on me as if I was in a spotlight.

"So what's up, bro?" Andre asked nervously. "You look kinda peeved of."

"Well, I'm sure you would be peeved off too if you found out that your best friend had a crush on your girlfriend while you were dating."

He stared at me in shock, and then he scowled. "Jade told you, didn't she? I can't believe she'd rat me out like that!"

"Ah-hah!" I pointed my finger accusingly at him. " So you admit it."

"Dude, you know me; I don't lie. I just didn't tell you about it because I knew you would get all possessive and react like this!" He tensed up and furrowed his eyebrows as if he was thinking about something. "Wait a second… why would you care now if I liked her? You two broke up months ago."

"I don't care now if you like her. You can ask her out, for all I care! But the fact that you felt this way and never told me about it makes me mad. Sure, I may have been a little irritated if you had told me earlier while we were dating, but you kept it from me instead."

"Well, I'm sorry that I didn't know what the heck to do!" he shouted. "You know how I get when I get all wonky. I can't think, I can't focus on anything, and I start talking gibberish."

I paused for a moment. He's right; I've been friends with him for years now. I should've known that something was up and talked to him about it instead of yelling at him like this.

I pulled my leather jacket over my shoulders and zipped it up. "Look Andre, I'm sorry. A lot has been on my mind lately and it's making me go nuts."

"I can see that," he said bluntly. "You still like Jade."

"How could you tell?"

"I see you staring at her all the time, first of all. You reject all the girls who ask you out. Plus, since you guys dated for three years, I assumed that it would take you a long time to get over her."

After seeing the look on my face, he shook his head in disbelief. "You're never going to get over her, are you?"

I sighed and walked towards him. "I don't know, Andre. I just don't know. I'm starting to think that she's the only girl for me. My other half. And until I get her back, I feel like the only way I'm going to feel better is if I hit something."

To my surprise, he reluctantly turns his shoulder turns me. "Go ahead. Take a swing at me. I was the one who crushed on your girl in the first place. And wrote her a song."

"What?!" I yelped. Jade didn't tell me that! In a fit of rage, I punched him. Things would've worked out so much better if I hadn't accidentally nailed him in the jaw instead of his shoulder like I meant to do.

"Ow!" he cried out. "What the hell was that for?" I was then whacked unexpectedly in the eye.

"You little…" I kicked him hard in the shin and we literally started wrestling on the sidewalk. It seemed like we had worked out our problems before we beat each other up, but that's what boys do: they settle fights with physical assault. After that, we agreed that we needed to get some sleep and let each other cool down before talking again.

Now that I think about it…did the fight really solve anything?

Nope. It just made everything worse.

*End Flashback*

I made a huge mistake that night. I jeopardized our friendship by letting my anger get the best of me. I had no reason to be mad at him; matter of fact, I was angrier at myself for screwing everything up with Jade. But I didn't realize that until it was too late.

Well, this black eye isn't going to go away on its own. Guess the male makeup Robbie gave me for Christmas last year will actually be useful. No way would I go out in public with a black eye; people would just stare and ask me questions. I don't want to have to put up with all that when I'm still feeling like shit.

I squeeze some of the cover-up on my fingers and smear it gently around my eye, grimacing when I pressed a little too hard on the sore spots. I'm sure Robbie would love to see me now and I say "I told you so!"

Then, my phone buzzes in my pocket, scaring the crap out of me and almost making me pour the entire bottle of cover-up down my shirt. I curse under my breath and look to see who it is.

Sikowitz: Beck, it's your turn to read your horoscope today! Good luck and may coconuts bring happiness to your life!

Beck: But Sikowitz… you know today is Cat's day, right?

Sikowitz: I know that, but my psychic powers told me that you and Cat decided to switch days, which I will allow this one time. But only this time!

Beck: Really Sikowitz? Psychic powers?

Sikowitz: …Okay, Cat called me at 4 in the morning to tell me. Don't be such a cranky pants.

Beck: Okay… well I'm going to go now. See ya tomorrow, teach.

Sikowitz: I'm going to go take a bubble bath!

Beck: Have fun?

Sikowitz: Oh, I will!

I end the conversation there since it was just getting weird. As much as I love Sikowitz, all those coconuts he eats seem to be affecting him, and not in a good way.

Without further ado, I enter my information into my phone:

Full Name: Beckett Oliver

Birth Date: October 8, 1994

Birth Time: 6:13 PM

Birth City: Los Angeles

Birth State: California

Birth Country: United States

A few seconds later, my horoscope pops up.

Libido Alert!: To say that your personal magnetism is running on high would be unfair, and not entirely accurate. The truth is, you're far more powerful than a magnet because you won't repel anyone, no matter which direction you turn toward. Keep that in mind before you 'casually' begin flirting.

Out of all the horoscopes I could possibly get, of course I have to get one that sounds like it's in a foreign language. First of all, I have no idea what the heck "libido" means. Second of all… "personal magnetism"? I guess that's some sort of fancy term for being egotistic- which I'm not, for the most part. Or at least I don't try to be.

And I am repelling people. I've rejected many, many girls over the past couple of months, I'm in the process of hurting my friendship with Andre, and I'm refusing to get back with Jade because… actually, I don't know why anymore.

Maybe, in a way, it's urging me to get Jade back. And that's exactly what I aim to do.

Time to put my plan into action.

Narrator's POV

The door to Hollywood Arts creaked open silently and an awkward, lanky figure tiptoed into the building. It was a sunny day in Los Angeles with the sun shining brightly through the windows, but the school seemed eerily desolate, given that it was the weekend and there were no students roaming the halls like they were during the week.

He didn't want to be here; the emptiness creeped him out. But when a girl calls him up at 7 in the morning- especially one that he likes a lot- and says that she wants to talk to him about something important, it's extremely hard for him to say no.

"Robbie, is that you?" a voice whispered in the shadows. Suddenly, he found himself yanked into the obscure corner near Cat's locker.

"Holy crap, Cat!" he wheezed, putting a hand to his chest. "You scared me! I thought you were some weirdo trying to murder me."

"Hehe, I was pretending to play cops and robbers! You were the robber and I was the cop, and I caught you!" She then ordered him to put his hands behind his back. "You're under arrest, Robert Shapiro."

"Cat…" He sighed in exasperation and refused to play along. "Did you really wake me up so I could come play a game with you while possibly getting in trouble for breaking into Hollywood Arts?"

"No…" Her face fell. "I'm sorry, I got distracted. Going undercover is just so fun!"

He laughed along. "It's okay, I understand. So what's up?"

"Remember how we made a deal the other day? If I helped you babysit Tracy you'd have to do something for me?"

He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly looking anxious. Considering Cat's random personality, who knew what crazy things she would make him do? "Yes, I remember. What do I have to do for you?"

"You have to wear a pajelehoocho with me tomorrow during school!"

What did she just say? His hand dropped from behind his neck. "A jelly-who?"

"A pajelehoocho!" she exclaimed excitedly. "They're jeans, leggings, a hoodie, and a poncho all in one! Here, I'll show you a picture on my PearPod."

She whipped out her phone and showed him a picture from the website. As soon as he saw the outfit, he crinkled his nose. "Really? They look more like lame superhero outfits to me."

"Hurtful!" She slapped him on his bicep, which was a little harder than she thought it would be. If only she knew that he had started working out at a fitness center just to impress her. "Don't insult the pajelehoochos like that! They have feelings too."

He was about to retort back at her but decided against it as soon as he saw the hurt look on her face. "Okay," he said reluctantly. "I'll wear the pajelehoocho with you tomorrow."

"Yay!" she squealed. She pulled a pajelehoocho out of her big, pink purse and shoved it in his arms. "That'll be $19.95, please."

He stared at her like she was crazy. "But I thought you said they were free?"

"They are," Cat giggled and threw her hands up in the air. "Free shipping!"

Beck's POV

After eating a nice breakfast of pancakes and bacon (freezer version, of course; I'm too broke and feeling too lazy to go out and eat now), I send out a couple of texts and lounge on my bed, not knowing what to do next. I see a college brochure out of the corner of my eye at the foot of my bed, and I lean down to pick it up.

Ah, Julliard. Every musician/singer/actor's dream. The college that I want to go to so badly but can't because I don't have the money to pay for it. I'm still waiting to hear back from them about financial aid after I sent in my application, but so far nothing yet.

Thank you parents for ruining my college career by not saving any money towards it. I appreciate the thought so much.

I toss the brochure into the wasteland of my garbage can, which is filled with crumpled-up pieces of paper and snack bags. I really need to clean my room soon; the messiness is getting on my nerves.

Finally, after languishing in a half hour of boredom, the doorbell rings. I take my time getting off my bed and dusting myself off. Eventually, I hear a bang outside and someone shout "Beck! I know you all are in there. Stop messing with me and open the damn door!"

I smirk a little bit, reveling in the fact that she had actually showed up, and opened the door to see her shivering in a red tank top, black leather jacket, and black leggings. Her jet black hair and blue highlights blew in the breeze as she stared me down with her irritated, ocean-colored eyes. "Sounds like someone woke up a bit touchy today," I comment.

She squints at me and then peers around the corner. "Where's everyone else? You said we were all meeting her to hang and then go to Nozu."

And that, my friends, is where my plan starts to unfold.

I'm soooo sorry I updated so late again! I was originally going to put it up last weekend, but I became really busy and then school slammed me right in the face. AP Chemistry is KILLING me right now, so I apologize for not being able to update because of all the homework and stress that class is giving me.

Oh, and I changed my mind about the next couple of chapters: Next one will be all Bade (as I'm sure most of you have been waiting so patiently for) and the one after that will be the M-rated Cabbie chapter. And then later on I'll hopefully be able to fit some Tandre in as well, but we'll see.