Author's Note: I'm pretty sure I'm going to have the next chapter be in Beck's POV since I have yet to do that yet. And don't worry, Trina and Robbie (and Rex) will make an appearance soon enough. I'm thinking of fast forwarding time a bit, to where Andre is finally in New York. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one! As always, I do not own Victorious!

Andre's POV

It was close to eleven 'o' clock now. What started out as about fifteen people grew to about forty plus. My vision was a little unclear, but I knew everything that was going on or so I thought. I had Tori on my arm pretty much the whole night, but had somehow lost her in the sea of people at Beck's place. I looked for our host, who was shacked up on the couch in the "off limits" room- you know, that room in your friend's house that only the parents go in when they have company because there's fine china in there? That room. He had a cup in his hand, and joint in his mouth. As I tried to scoot around people, I watched Beck give the unknown girl a shotgun with the joint. She laughed loud and obnoxiously when he finally pulled away, the undigested smoke escaping from her mouth. I hated girls like that, trying to be cute when they really look dumb. I finally reached him.

"Hey, you seen Tori? I was just with her, but I lost her," I said.

"So are you guys a thing or something? I was confused when you both walked in holding hands. You're leaving in a couple of days, if I were you, I'd leave a free man. A free bird, baby!" he laughed. I wasn't sure if he was drunk, high or both. All I knew was that he was all kinds of fucked up.

"Heh, yeah. I'm not so sure where we stand either, dude. But have you seen her or not?" I asked, somehow losing my balance and stumbling to the floral decorated chair. "Fuck, I'm drunk."

"That's what I'm talking about!" the girl said.

"Yeaaaaah! Get fucked up Andre! You're in need of a good melted brain," Beck said. He reached to the coffee table in front of him and pulled a joint off of the glass. He lit it with ease and gave it to the girl. "Go give this to my good friend over there, Becca," he said.

She took it and sucked her teeth. "Beck, my name's Britney," she said and rolled her eyes. She staggered over to me, the joint pinched between her index finger and thumb. I took it. I knew I shouldn't have, but Beck was right. I was leaving and I wouldn't be able to do this for a while. Because if I was serious about anything, it was music. I would put my heart and soul into learning about my first true love. The girl left the room, slurring her words about going to the bathroom but getting a drink first or something. I hit it.

"So, you and Tori huh? She's hot. She's gotten hotter," Beck grinned, crossing his leg like a gentleman and sitting back into the couch.

"Yeah, she's hot, but ya know, I really do care about her," I said, hitting it once again and leaning forward so he could meet me halfway and take the joint from me.

"Is that right?" he asked, waving his hand as if to tell me it was all for me. "Just like you cared about Stefani, Rachel, Angela, Naomi, and Keiko…and, need I continue?" He put emphasis on the word "cared" while putting his hands in the air, quoting it. Implying sex, of course.

"Naw man," I said, hitting in between my words, "we haven't done anything. We kissed before we came here, but that's all we've ever done. Honest," I said, blowing out the smoke.

"Then how come you never told her? Why now? When you're going away and you can have any girl you want in New York?" he asked, taking a swig of his drink.

"I don't know. Something told me I had to do it so I wouldn't regret it. I'm driving across the country, I could die or some shit and I would've never gotten the chance," I shrugged, making an excuse up. I wanted to tell her tonight, because I wanted to be that guy who had a long distance girlfriend at school. I wanted to be the one who was on his computer before bed, telling a beautiful girl goodnight. I wanted to always have someone to talk to that would make my day better. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, and I wanted that. But most of all, I just needed her to know. We were adults now; there was no more pussyfooting around. I was a man and I needed to act like one. And speaking of Tori, "So where's Tori? I gotta find her," I said. I got up, and it felt like I could float away. I was higher than I had been in a while; not that I smoked regularly.

"Oh, yeah! She's in my trailer, with Jade, surprisingly," Beck said and shrugged. He took the joint from my hand when I reached to give it to him.

"Thanks man," I said. "I hope she's not dead," I chuckled, smoothing my clothes out.

"Or another one who flocked to vagina, Jade's pretty convincing," he laughed.

"Now that's something I'd like to see," I laughed back, it slipping that Jade was his ex-girlfriend at one point and another.

"Hey!" Beck shouted.

"Kidding, man, just kidding."

I squeezed through all the people hanging in the hallway, jumped over a puddle of vomit and finally made it to the front door where I was greeted with a cloud of cigarette smoke. I fanned the grey out of my face, with the smokers glaring at me, and made my way to the trailer. I rapped on the door before I heard Jade's voice, harsh and loud.

"WHAT! We're in here!" she yelled.

"Dang girl, it's Andre, I just want to see Tori," I said through the door.

"Oh, come in!" I heard Tori call to me. I heard them scurry around and whisper a few things.

Jade opened the door and squeezed by me, "She's all yours," she grinned devilishly. "Where's my Kitty at?" she asked me.

"She was playing beer pong with Sinjin and some others in the backyard last time I saw her," I said.

"I didn't know Sinjin drank," she furrowed her brow.

"Yeah, I think they were just making him get the out of bound balls," I shrugged.

"Hah, balls, alright," she said and rushed off to the side of the house, jumping the fence. Just like a lady. Not really.

I closed the door and came to sit next to her. "So, what were you two doing in here?"

"Oh nothing, just talking. She figured she'd get to know me a little better and hate me a little less so she could try to miss me, I guess," she forced a chuckle.

"Ah. So, not to sound forward, but I've been wondering about this gift since we got here," I said, pulling out my phone to check the time, "and it is now eleven- thirty and I'm still in the dark," I smiled.

"Right. Well, Andre, here's your gift," she said, pulling a gold wrapped something out of her bra. It was a condom.

"Uh, this is a talk that usually a mom and dad have with their kid before they're shipped off to college, Tori," I said, nervously.

"No, Andre. It's for right now. I want you to have my virginity. I've always dreamed about it being with you," she told me, forcing the condom upon me. I took it and held it in my hand.

"Tori, I can't…and before I tell you why, let me just say that I didn't even think you were a virgin, heh," I said, and looked down at the gold wrapping. Magnum, huh? I should be so proud. And well, to be honest, I was indeed well endowed.

"Why is that?" she asked, pouting her lips a bit. "Can't a beautiful girl be a virgin?"

"Oh, so you think you're beautiful now? You're conceited," I joked. She nudged me.

"C'mon, I'm serious. Why can't you? This is my gift to you. I want it to be special and it won't be special unless it's with you," she said, and slid her hand under my free one, lacing our fingers.

"But this isn't special, Tori, I mean it's clear that I'm not in my right head and you've been drinking and I mean, we're in this trailer and this bed that isn't even either of ours," I told her. She nodded in agreement.

"I guess you're right. I can't believe I was so sure that it would be tonight. I figured this dress would make you want to fuck me," she said, standing up and giving me a twirl.

"Believe me, Tori, I do. And I would if you were just some girl. But you're you. I don't want to fuck you. It's going to sound gross and cheesy, but I want to make love to you, Tori. Just not here. Or now. I want it to happen when it's time and-"

"But we don't have time, Andre! You're leaving in," she stopped to look at the clock. It was two minutes until midnight. I guess with all the awkwardness, the time flew by. "three days! And I know you have a million things to do before you leave and I just want this so bad. I want you so bad," she said and started to cry. "I want you so bad to just stay here, Andre. Why'd you have to pick New York? Why not somewhere I couldn't picture you? I can see you – in the New York clubs with other girls, and I can see you eating a hot dog on the street next to a vendor with an apron on, and I can't f-fucking stand it," she sobbed.

"Hey, hey, Tori…" I said softly, standing up to embrace her, "three days is plenty of time for us. If you want me to, I can spend all three days with you. I'm done packing and the only thing left to do is find someone to look after Grandma," I said, rubbing her back and stroking her hair as she cried into my shoulder.

"That wouldn't b-be fair to everyone. I'm sure you have a lot of p-people to say goodbye to. And I guess tonight's date was my goodbye from you," she pulled away, sniffling and patting up under her eyes to salvage what makeup was left.

I took her by the shoulders and forced her to look at me. "Tori, this isn't goodbye, okay? I'm not leaving for good. I'll be back in like a month for 4th of July. And we can have a picnic and watch fireworks and roast weenies," I smiled. She smiled back, and bit her lip.

"Heh, you said weenies," she laughed a bit.

"There we go. Now, since I can't accept this gift, how about you buy me a new shirt? 'Cause uh…" I said, pointing to the shoulder of my shirt where black makeup had taken over the white parts.

"Oh, whoops," she laughed a little more and grabbed my blazer that was on Beck's bed.

"Now let's get you cleaned up, and go party like it's 1999!" I shouted and hooted. "Whoo!"

"Whooo!" she hooted back, raising her arms and hopping in front of me to get to the door first.

There's the Tori I loved, and would love, even if we were miles apart.