Author's Note: This is just a quick chapter to end the whole "Tori smoked pot" plot for now. Next chapter will be told in Cat's POV so keep on reading! Thanks to my followers, by the way! I do not own Victorious, it's characters, etc. Enjoy!

Tori's POV

I finally pulled up to the driveway of my house. The drive felt like forever, because I had lied to Beck. I was still high. And I know it wasn't very smart of me to drive while under the influence, but I paid extra attention to my surroundings and made it home safely. Lucky me. I opened the front door and walked over to the key holder in the kitchen to hang up my keys. Then it hit me. I was hungry. But it wasn't a normal hungry, I felt like I hadn't eaten in days. Of course this wasn't true, before Beck's house I grabbed two tacos to eat for lunch. Yes that was hours ago, but I shouldn't have been this hungry. I looked over to the stove and saw a pot and a note on the counter.

"Your father and I are out but I made your favorite for dinner! Enjoy! Love, Mom."

Oh my god. That's just what I had a taste for! I looked into the pot that was semi-warm and caught myself before I started to drool. Mom's beef stew. Sure, it was a little hot for such heavy food, but the weather had cooled down for one. And for two, who cares?! I love beef stew because I love beef. Steak is my favorite food, despite all the sushi I eat. "Thank you, Mom!" I exclaimed before charging over to the cabinets and drawers for a serving spoon, an eating spoon, and a bowl. I filled my bowl half way, making sure I got the biggest pieces of meat out for myself. After heating it up, I went straight for the kitchen table to sit down and eat. Demolished. That's the only word I could use to describe what happened to the beef stew that WAS in front of me. I must've eaten it in like twenty seconds. But I was still hungry; I got a little bit more. This time I didn't bother heating it up. I stood in the dim lighted kitchen and chowed down. "Mm mm MM! God! That was soooo good," I said and laughed a bit to myself. All laughing ceased when I remembered that we had some cookie dough in the refrigerator. I rushed over, practically throwing the dishes into the sink. The cookie dough was the place and bake kind, so I simply ripped open the package of took one of the servings off and bit into it. I was in Heaven. I lost track of time while eating, and noticed that three of the servings were gone. Whoops. "I guess I better just bake the rest." I said to myself before getting a cookie sheet out and shoving it in the oven. I was full – that was of course after I ate a banana from the fruit bowl sitting on the dining table. I made myself comfortable on the couch to wait for my parents to get home and that's the last thing I remember.

I woke up. But I know that I didn't wake myself up. I rubbed my eyes before I looked up to see my dad standing in front of me. "Hey, you baking something?" OH CRAP. The cookies! I shot up from the couch.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry, I totally fell asleep!" I rushed to the kitchen where my mom was just now putting the now burnt cookies on the counter.

"Awh baby, you shouldn't have!" my mom said before kissing my forehead and stepping away. She smiled and shook her head at me. "Don't be so sad, after all these are the place and bake kind! How hard, right?"

"Hardy har har," I pouted and rolled my eyes. The cookies? They were burnt to a crisp, but still edible.

"Well, I'm just glad we came back when we did. You get in contact with Trina yet?" my dad asked, while taking off a blazer he was wearing.

"Nope. I just got home not too long ago, I think. I ate and then I fell asleep. Thanks for the stew, by the way," I smiled over at my mom who was on her way over to the stove once again. She opened the pot.

"Good grief, girl! That was a lot of stew, did you eat all that?" my mom asked.

"And this too, dear," my dad said and laughed. He was holding up a banana peel.

"You're not pregnant are you?" my mom grinned, poking me in the belly.

"No! I was just hungry, that's all. So anyways, before you guys make me feel like I'm a hippo or something, I haven't gotten in touch with Trina. Can't you try? I need to take a shower. Beck and I were outside some of the time and I got all sweaty because it was so hot today," I lied. I wanted to shower because my dad was a cop. I'm sure he could smell the marijuana in my hair if he got close enough. And I'm sure the only reason my mom didn't, is because of the smell of the cookies being so close. My dad agreed and shooed me off to go upstairs. Before I got in the shower, I had to make a very important phone call. I was freaking out because I did eat a lot, and I felt like I was going to die before then. I had to call Beck. Just to make sure this was normal.

"Hullo?" Beck answered after three rings.

"Hey, yeah, it's me Tori," I said.

"Well duh, what's up?" he chuckled.

"Okay, so when I got home I ate like a big fat pig. I had like two bowls of beef stew, cookie dough galore, and I had a banana that I didn't even remember eating!" my voice was quiet up until the part about the banana. That was the truth. My dad had held up the banana peel but I just don't remember eating it.

"Tori calm down. It's fine. It's called 'the munchies' and just about everyone who smokes weed, gets them. There's nothing wrong with you," he calmly explained, but I could tell he might have wanted to laugh at me.

"Oh, so I'm fine?"

"Yes, you're perfectly fine. I have to tell you, I had fun today. I'm glad that you trusted me enough to have your first drug experience with me. We should do it again, eh?" he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Sure, but not anytime soon. I should space it out or I'll end up eating everything in the house. I gotta go. Thanks."

"No problem, have a good night."

"You too," I said and hung up. Phew, so I wasn't going to eat until I exploded – because truth be told, I still felt some hunger pains, but I ignored them for the most part.

After my shower, I put on my pajamas and went downstairs for the meeting and mediation with dad and Trina. It went surprisingly well. We agreed that until my first couple of paychecks that Trina would take care of the rent and half of the utilities. I would be paying for the other half and groceries for the house. This would be the fairest way of going about this until my income was set in stone for the most part. After the meeting, all I wanted to do was go to bed but the chat just made my parents miss me even though I was going to be around for another almost two months. I decided to watch a movie with the two of them and fell asleep with my head in my mom's lap and my feet sprawled out over my dad. Next thing I knew, I woke up in my bed. I was carried to my room and tucked in and everything. My eyes were barely opened when I saw my parents heading towards the door getting ready to exit.

"I'm sure going to miss her," I heard my dad whisper.

"She's only going to a couple of hours away, honey," my mom reassured him.

"I know, but things happen when little girls are away from home," he said.

"She isn't a little girl anymore, David, she's a young woman."

She was right, in so many ways, including today's events.