Author's Note:This chapter's a good one, I think! I don't want to say too much, so...I don't own Victorious, Lord of the Rings, or Gone with the Wind. Enjoy!

Andre's POV

It was seven' o'clock and I was running a little behind schedule. I could've been later because I wanted to stop and get some wrapping paper for Tori's gift but I was a guy and we really didn't care about that kind of stuff. So I wrapped it in newspaper; the obituary section to be exact. It was the only part of the paper my Grandma had. I'm not sure why, but she was weird so I didn't question it. Or where it came from. I'm sure she probably took it out of the neighbor's paper. Whatever. I put in a DVD of Gone with the Wind and made my Grandma sit in front of the television. Not only was it a long movie, but it was pretty boring (to me at least) so she would probably fall asleep. The perfect set up so she wouldn't bother me all night long while I was gone. I thought about putting in Lord of the Rings, a copy I borrowed from Robbie, but figured it would be too scary for her.

"I'll be back later, Grandma, okay? Here's some popcorn and there's sodas in the fridge," I said.

"Don't tell me what to eat and drink!" she said before taking a huge handful of popcorn and stuffing it in her face.

"But – uh, never mind. I'll see you later, I love you…you crazy hag," I said the last part under my breath.

"What Andre?!" She yelled, I jumped a little bit.

"Oh, I said I forgot my bag," I said and dodged to the kitchen where my present was sitting on the counter….not in a bag at all.

On the way to my car, I knocked on my neighbor's door to ask if he could watch out for my Grandma and after about five minutes of assuring him that all he had to do was listen out for anything WAY out of the ordinary, like a fire or something, he agreed to if I mowed his lawn next week. I agreed, not telling him that I would be leaving the state in four days. Oh well. I got in my car and jetted to Tori's house. When I pulled up, she came outside looking all kinds of beautiful. She had her hands on her hip and had a slight pout on her face. I got out of my car.

"I know, I know, I'm late but my Grandma was holding me up," I said, putting my hands up in surrender. She took them into hers and put them down.

"It's okay. I'm just ready to go, Mom and Dad are being all cozy and blech-like in front of me," she said looking me up and down. "You look nice."

I did look nice. I was wearing a black and white striped V-neck shirt up under a lightweight and casual blazer. I wore a studded belt that held up my rude-fit, dark blue jeans. I had on some black and white Converse that I bought while I was at the mall yesterday. My blonde and brown dreads were pulled back into a ponytail. "You look, wow, Tori… it's just me, you didn't have to get all dolled up." I said eyeing her up and down. She looked amazing. She was wearing a red dress with black and white paisley print – it resembled a bandana. She wore it with a black, skinny patent leather belt that had small circular studs on it. After the belt came the best part of the dress – pleats that moved back and forth every time she took a step. She wore black, wedge sandals that made her only an inch shorter than me it seemed. As she turned to her front door, I stood corrected. The best part of her dress was the back. It had a deep triangle cut out that started at the top and didn't stop until the middle of the dress, exposing her flawless, olive skin.

"I could say the same for you, you really do look nice Andre," she said again turning the doorknob. "I just gotta tell my mom and dad that I'm leaving – you wanna say hey?" she asked. I nodded and followed. She was right. David and Holly were sitting on the couch canoodling.

"Uh, hey, no hanky-panky!" I yelled towards the parents and smiled. They looked at me and Mrs. Vega jumped up and blushed.

"Oh hey Andre, you look handsome," Mrs. Vega said walking towards me before giving me a hug.

"Thanks, you're lookin' quite handsome yourself," I teased. She was in sweatpants that were rolled up to the knee and a t-shirt. She had always been at least half-way dressed up when I saw her. Not today. She simply rolled her eyes.

"You two are picture-perfect," Mr. Vega said and pulled out his cell phone. "Say cheese, you two!"

After a while of the parents making jokes about how it's too bad that I was going away because we were such a good looking couple and embarrassing both Tori and me to death, we headed out. Tori threw her purse in the backseat when we finally reached my car.

"Is that the present?" she asked, with a smile on her face from ear to ear. I watched the smile fade, "Is that wrapped in the obituary section…?"

"It sure is. You know Grandma, heh. So, where do you wanna go?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Nozu, of course!" she shouted as she put on her seatbelt.

"Alrighty, sushi it is."

After eating a chicken and rice bowl and watching Tori put more sushi away than I ever saw a girl eat, I figured it was time to give her the present. We got the check and I paid for it and we walked to the car. I saw her shiver. It did get chilly in the evenings of our hot summer days. I took my blazer off. "Here," I said, while draping it around her. In the distance I heard a girl complain about how her boyfriend should be more like me. I turned to see her rubbing her own arms in a frenzy to stay warm. I gave her a warm smile and my smile grew bigger as I watched Tori cling to my blazer tighter to stay warmer. I had the perfect destination to give her the present. Our school.

"Why are we coming here?" She asked, getting out of the car in the deserted parking lot. We walked to where we would have lunch and I ran up to the stage where we'd sing sometimes and make announcements without authorization.

"Just come here," I said, with the package tucked under my arm, reaching out for her.

She took my hand and walked up the stairs. I plugged in some white Christmas lights that were used in an audition for next year's students. We sat in some chairs that were left outside by the staff, I guess. I watched as she crossed her legs, getting a glimpse of her underwear. My heart was beating fast as I took the package from under my arm and handed it to her. My feet tapped at a rapid pace out of nervousness as I heard the initial rip.

"Oh my god! Andre!" she yelled. "Really?! A Shure Elvis microphone?!" Before I could get a word in, she pretty much glued me to my seat into a tight hug. "This had got to be the best present ever! This is like from the 50s," she continued. I cut her off.

"Well duh, that's why it's named after Elvis," I smiled.

"I could kiss you!" she said, hopping off of me. She walked into the lights for a better look at the antique in her hands.

"I was hoping you would," I said, standing there with my hands in my pockets.

"Wait, what?" she gently closed the box the microphone was in and set it in her chair. "But you said that…"

"Look, I know what I said that day you wanted to take it a step further. But you gotta believe me when I say I've loved you for a while," I said, looking at the ground.

"It would be easier to believe you if you look me in the eyes, Andre," she said. She was in front of me now. She took a finger to my chin to lift my head so our eyes met.

"Okay. Well, I love you Tori. Ever since that day I saw you up on the stage on your accidental audition, I had feelings for you. You were so beautiful. I have that image in my head every day when I wake up and every night when I go to bed. I sing "Make It Shine" in the shower just about every time, for God sake," I said. My stomach started to hurt, could've been the food, but I'm betting it was the emotions running through me.

"But I thought if you felt that way about someone, you'd be all…what's the word again?"

"Wonky? I guess I just said that, that one time I thought I liked Jade so we didn't have to talk about emotions too much. In all honesty, and I know we've been friends for such a long time so this may make you mad, I'm good at hiding them. I disguise them in the songs I sing and the girls I have on my arm. Why do you think I'm always with someone new? They get boring. Nobody's ever going to be like you, Tori. And that means nobody is ever going to fill the void that only you can fill," I said. I felt better, telling her the truth. I wanted to shout. Or throw up, but since we were on a date, I picked the first option. I hopped out of my seat. "I love Tori Vega! EVERYONE! I love her!" I yelled, jumping on the chair and looking at all the lights in the city.

"Andre! Get down and be quiet, we're not students, so we're actually trespassing," she laughed as she tugged on my belt loops.

"Right. So, now it's your move. Hit me. Slap me. I deserve it for lying to you all this time and tormenting you with all the other girls and fake emotions," I said.

"Well, I'm not mad believe it or not, Andre. You're right. You do deserve a slap or something for keeping me in the backseat. Do you know how much humiliation I've gone through since my secret about being in love with you came out? How many people put my feelings in the punch line of a joke because you didn't love me back?" She said, and I watched a tear fall from her eyes.

"Awh dammit, I went and made you cry. This is the worst date ever…" I said, walking to the railing of the stage. "I should just jump, hmm?"

"No. Because one, these are tears of joy. I'm happy, Andre. Just not the screamy kind of happy I usually am," she smiled as she came closer. "And two, I wouldn't want to kiss a dead guy," she said, looking up at me, grabbing my arm to pull me towards her. It was the most meaningful kiss I have ever, well, kissed. I was kissing the girl of my dreams. The girl I had loved since, like, forever! She pulled away and stepped away from the balcony to sit.

"Sorry, but I feel a little faint. I'm okay, ya know, I'm not sick. I just can't believe that just happened," she grinned. "I kissed you. After all this time of wanting and dreaming of this!" she squealed.

"There's the screamy, happy kind of Tori I know. And love," I said, bending over to pick up my blazer that fell to the ground in our passionate moment.

"Hush!" she laughed and then got a bit of a serious face before continuing. "I have a present for you, Andre. And it's something I've wanted to give you for a while. You and only you. But it will have to wait until later." She said, heading towards the stairs.

"But I thought you only had your purse with you," I questioned following after her.

"It's, uh, at Beck's place," she said. "C'mon!"

I followed after, wondering what her gift could've possibly been.

(You can find Tori's dress and wedges on the Forever 21 website. They're rather new so you don't have to search much. I do not own the rights to that clothing line.)