Author's Note: I do not own Victorious or the 90s horror flick, Doctor Giggles (yes, it's real!). Enjoy!

Beck's POV

It's been some time since Andre left for New York. Tori had been coming over almost every day since then, smoking all my shit, unintentionally crashing on my bed, and crying her eyes out… in no particular order. My first month of summer vacation blew by because of that. I didn't mind it though. I liked being there for her. I liked getting her high. And I liked watching her sleep, not to be creepy. She was a pretty girl, and girls are always the most beautiful when they first get up. Even if they drool, which Tori did. We were getting closer and closer, and I was getting more hopeful that she would take me up on my offer of being her boyfriend. I never really brought it to her attention unless I said it as a joke. To make her smile was an amazing feeling. She really did love Andre, but she wanted him to have his freedom, so it was determined that the both of them would remain single. They talked about having an open relationship, but that isn't what Tori wanted. Not many girls did. They had a whole, "don't ask, don't tell" agreement. Like, if Andre were to go on a date, if Tori didn't ask if he was dating a girl, there wasn't anything to be said about the date or girl and vice versa. And our friends say I'm in denial about being addicted to drugs…at least I have the balls to say that I use them. The both of them knew that the both of them would find other people and possibly lose interest. We're legally adults now, but we were still young and stupid. I'm sure Andre has slept with at least three girls by now – and here I am soothing Tori almost every day because she's always upset about the "what if" factor of their relation-friendship. It got quite annoying debating with Tori about how she should just get over Andre. Yes, they love each other, or at least said they did, but Tori couldn't possibly wait her whole life for him, could she? I didn't know the answer to that, and sadly enough, I don't think that she knew the answer either. And speak of the devil…

"Beck?" I heard Tori knocking at my trailer door lightly. It was night time and my parents found out about my soiree and were adamant about me not being able to have anyone over – not even under my own roof. I understood; I should've been more careful when cleaning it up. I should've put away all the evidence. I should've cleaned up that puddle of puke. But I didn't and being grounded for about one more week was my punishment. "Beck, it's Tori," she whispered harshly to one of the cracked windows. I peeked out, moving the sheet hanging in front of it.

"Hang on a sec," I whispered back. I had almost forgotten that she was supposed to come over tonight. We were going to watch Doctor Giggles, a horror movie from way back when, super high and try not to laugh at it. It was filled with terrible puns and somewhat terrible acting, so we knew it would be impossible. Even so, we had twenty bucks riding on not laughing within the first twenty minutes. I might as well take the money from her when she walks in; Tori geeks out super hard. She laughs at everything, and when the high is gone, she cries. I was hoping tonight would be a little bit different. Tonight I had a surprise for her – tonight I was going to try and get her to do a new drug. Ecstasy to be exact. I hope she was going to roll along with it, no pun intended.

I opened the door to see her standing there. She was dressed in some yoga pants, a pink and purple striped tank top, and had a cropped sweatshirt over it. It was gray and read: I 3 New York. She was holding a holiday popcorn tin over her head. "Look, I'm one of those ladies that carry the water in Africa," she said, a bit stupidly. I moved out of the way and she came inside.

"You're stoned," I said, closing the door quietly. She giggled a bit.

"Even if I wasn't, I couldn't carry it as well as they can," she replied and set the can down. "This was in the pantry, and it isn't expired, so whatever, right?"

"Where'd you smoke? Your car?" I asked, taking the tin and opening it. I rolled my eyes. "Tori, the popcorn's been eaten. This is being used as storage for rice. See?" I said, grabbing a handful of it and showing it to her.

"Well, poo. I was in the mood for popcorn. Got the movie?" she asked, taking her shoes off and crawling onto my bed. She tossed me the bag of weed she scored from one of my friends; since I was grounded, she was pretty much my delivery girl.

"Sure did. Jade questioned me a bit, and I just told her that I was thinking about taking that horror movie class that Mr. Burch teaches now."

"Horror movie class? That's cool. What other classes have they added since we've graduated…oh…never…mind." She said quietly and started looking around my room. "So, c'mon. Let's put the movie in and get fucked up."

And we did. We were high as kites now, watching as the group of teenagers as they were entering the doctor's house. Tori had already lost within the first ten minutes when the doctor releases all the mental patients at the institute he was committed to. I spoke up; the movie wasn't that exciting. I liked action films, not horror films, especially cheesy ones. "So that twenty bucks is gonna cover the ride," I said and smiled.

"Ride. Ride? What are you talking about, Beck?" she asked.

"I wanna show you something and I want you to keep an open mind," I said, sliding off the bed, putting the laptop that we were watching the movie on, in her lap.

"Oh…okay," she simply said.

I went over to my desk and pulled out my metal cigarette holder.

"I don't smoke cigarettes, Beck, you know that," she spoke up. I looked back at her.

"I know. That's not what I'm getting for you. I'm getting you this," I said, taking out a small blue tablet. I showed it to her. She wrinkled her brow and put the laptop down. She scooted towards the edge of the bed and stood up and came over to me.

"That looks like a Sweetie Tart," she said, bending a little for a closer look. "But the candy just says 'ST' on it. It doesn't have a butterfly on it," she scoffed. "What the fuck is that?"

"It's ecstasy," I said. She shot up, her hair whipping me a little bit.

"Beck, you know I'm not going to go further than weed," she crossed her arms.

"I know. But that's just what you said. I know you're curious. I just know you are! I saw that look on your face when you watched me snort those lines last week. It's me, Beck, Tori. I'm not going to give you anything that could hurt you. If I was, don't you think I would've given you the coke? I didn't because I know you wouldn't have liked the high or the burn. But I just know you'll like this, and all you gotta do is chew it. In fact that's the best way for beginners. It hits you faster, it's intense, but it lasts shorter. Perfect for you," I said, holding it out to her. She looked at my hand for what seemed like five minutes, until finally she breathed out.

"Okay, Beck. I'm trusting you. Don't let me down," she said to me, taking the tablet from my hand and popping it into her mouth. I heard her crushing it up and she reached for my cigarette case. She took the other one out and handed it to me, then proceeded into taking a cigarette. She reached down on the bed for the lighter next to the bowl, and lit it. "Might as well go all out, hmm?" she said, taking the first drag of her first ever cigarette.

"Ooh, you're a bad girl now," I said, taking the pill myself.

After this experience, she would have to want me. In that way.