Author's Note: This is just a chapter that pretty much shows how Andre's days have been going since his decision to leave, I guess. It also is just a typical day with his Grandma. I kind of wanted to hold off on posting any of his chapters, because of the new episode premiering on the 5th about him moving in with Tori... but since this story takes place after they graduate, I figured why not? I've kept my lovely readers waiting and they deserve at least a little something. The next chapter will fast forward to the date talked about in this chapter. I do not own Victorious! Enjoy! Oh, and a happy and safe new year to you all! (:
Andre's POV
I woke up to a text. This wasn't anything new these days though. For the past couple of weeks, Tori has been sending me texts in the morning, counting down the days. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and leaned over to my night stand where my phone was. I picked it up and read it. "Four days." I sighed when I read it and the sad emoticon that followed. I texted her back: "Don't think of it that way. Think of it as 96 hours." I texted back and put my phone down. I rolled over into my bed and looked up at the ceiling for a while. It isn't like there was anything else to look at. My room at my Grandma's had been packed up and empty for quite some time. I was living off of four outfits that were going to stay in the closet for when I visited. I was really doing it. I was really going to New York City to achieve my dream of becoming a music producer. There were so many pros versus cons about this situation. I was doing what I wanted to do. I was doing what I loved: learning about music. And this would be my life! The only two cons about my decision to leave here were:
1) Who would take care of my Grandma? She was more than insane. She needed someone to look out for her.
2) Leaving all my dear friends behind. Even Jade, who teased me day in and day about that crush I had on her when we wrote a song together a while back.
All my thoughts vanished when I heard "Make It Shine" start to play on my phone. Tori's ringtone. I rolled over once again and reached for my phone. "Morning," I simply said.
"Morning? It's almost one, Andre," she giggled.
"Well, it's mornin' for me. Was up all night at this club over by…dare I said it? Northridge," I braced myself in case Tori would scold me.
"Ew. I bet those girls were all up on you," she said. I could hear the pain in her voice. I'd alleviate it.
"Actually, they couldn't get to me. I was in the DJ booth. I met a guy who is a DJ at this club called Bang at the mall while getting you a special gift," I started. I could hear the excitement in Tori's breathing. "He let me sit in on some awesome scratching since that's about the only thing I can't do musically, ya know, DJ..ing."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that. I would hate to see any gross Northridge hickies on you tonight at Beck's party. You're comin' right?" she asked. I actually forgot about the party. I was so busy preparing my goodbyes for everyone and making sure I had everything I needed for driving across the country.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I lied. There was a brief silence. "So yeah, I was wondering, maybe before tonight's party, I could take you out. Ya know, me and you…I'll make sure that my Grandma isn't hiding in the trunk this time. I gotta give you your present."
"Awh, you didn't have to get me anything... what is it?!" she exclaimed over the phone. I pulled the phone away from my ear and laughed. I waited until she stopped begging to put it back.
"I don't know. A business suit for your job," I teased.
"Ha ha, very funny Andre," she said. "C'mooooon. I can't wait until tonight," she whined.
"Well, you're going to have to. It's not going to be that far away, I'm taking you out before hand and it's already one-fifteen now. Patience girl," I said all smooth like.
"Fine. I'm gotta go pick out something to wear for tonight," Tori said.
"You need like seven hours to pick out something to wear to a party?" I asked with a confusing look on my face, although she couldn't see it.
"Hey, don't judge me! And I forgot about the party that quick. I gotta pick something out for my little date with you!" she yelled once again. I held the phone away from my ear and heard her talking about the possibilities.
"Tori? Hey, chica? TORI!" I shouted.
"…and that means I'll probably wear blue shoes and…yes?" she continued and then stopped.
"Hang up," I smiled.
"Oh, right. Wait, what time are you coming to get me?"
"Probably around seven, I gotta go now, I hear my Grandma running around and I gotta go see why," I said. This wasn't a lie – and it wasn't farfetched if it was. Grandma was crazy, after all.
"Mmkay, loooooove you," she said.
"Bye Tori," I said and hung up.
I finally got out of bed about ten minutes later. Walking around in my boxers and a white shirt, I darted around corners to find where my Grandma was. She was in her room, under the covers. I tapped on her door. "Grandma?"
"SHH! Come in," she whispered and I came in her room.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
"Be quiet or it'll hear you and attack!" she said.
I looked around. "Uh, what will attack?"
"There. Right there. On the window sill!"
I looked over to the open window and saw a bird perched. "Grandma, that bird is more afraid of you!" I said and rolled my eyes. I walked over to the bird. He was cute but before I could say anything I sighed. "Grandma, if you didn't want birds around, then you shouldn't have put food out for them!" I told her and shooed the bird away from the window. I took the small bowl of birdseed and closed the window.
"Don't yell at me! It's not my fault I didn't have any mayonnaise to give to them!"
"Wait..what? You don't feed the birds mayonnaise! You're supposed to feed them these seeds. As you did," I said walking towards her with the small bowl of multicolored seed.
"AH! Get that away or they'll come and eat me!" she said, knocking the birdseed out of my hands. She flew from under the covers and ran into her bathroom locking the door behind her.
"Oh, don't worry, I'LL clean it up!" I said sarcastically.
Man, I couldn't wait to leave.