AN: Alright, here's Chapter 3, and we FINALLY see Tori.

Jeremy Shane: I've seen you post that same comment on almost all the stories.

Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious.

The other perspective

Tori's POV:

I can't BELIEVE I messed up the perfect opportunity to admit it to him. Come on, Andre and I performing a love song together, looking deep into each other's eyes, smiling widely at each other. What a perfect opportunity to tell him that I loved him. And scared, shy little me just HAD to mess it up. Way to go, Tori. That was probably your best chance yet. And here I am, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling at 4:00 a.m. scolding myself for my lack of confidence. Surely Andre deserved a more confident girl than me. Who would want to date someone who couldn't even share their feelings with their best friend? Love or no love.

I glanced at my clock. 4:02 a.m. I sighed, knowing that there was no way I'd be able to sleep any more for now. I sat up, and thought about everything. The events of last night replayed in my head.

As Andre and I took our positions on stage to perform to save us and our friends, I couldn't help but smile at him. There was not a single person I liked to perform with more than Andre, the most talented person I've ever met. He looked absolutely adorable in that suit, something I couldn't help but notice over and over again since we got here. Get ahold of yourself, Tori, I thought. Your friends are depending on this performance.

I don't know how I never melted throughout the performance whenever Andre looked over at me and gave me that smile I know all too well. I've always had a major crush on Andre ever since Trina introduced me to him. I just didn't realize it until a few days ago, when Beck confronted me about it. Before that day, I always thought my feelings were mostly toward Beck. After thinking about it, I realized he was absolutely right. I may have liked Beck before, but I loved Andre. I was just too afraid to tell him.

As Andre and I sang our hearts out for everyone, I told myself over and over again that this was the perfect opportunity to admit my love to him. I promised myself to do so as soon as our performance was done. Only, when he pulled me into that tight embrace that I so eagerly melted into, I became completely lost in my own world, unable to say the words I've been wanting to say to him for a long time. As we walked out of the restaurant later that night, I tried again and again to work up the nerve to tell him, but never did. When I finally was ready, I had already gotten home, and all I could do was curse at myself for ruining what was probably the best chance I would get. Maybe I just didn't deserve a guy like Andre. Maybe I could just forget about him and move on…

I sighed again. Having thought about it one more time, I knew that trying to follow that last thought I had last night would just be a lie to myself. There was no way I could just forget about Andre like I did with Beck. He was truly awesome – always so chill, caring, and understanding towards everyone, not to mention being one of the most talented musicians in the school. I was so surprised the first time I learned that he didn't have a girlfriend. What girl wouldn't like to have a boyfriend like him? All these years of being with horrible guys, I was dying to have a guy like Andre be my boyfriend. But was I good enough for him?

I had to tell him, and it would be today or never. When I see him at school, I would greet him like I always do, pull him aside and just say it: I love you, Andre. Just the thought of it made me nervous, and I felt the butterflies in my stomach creep up again, making me once again, have second thoughts. Get yourself together Tori, I told myself, you gotta tell him eventually. Might as well be today. I wasn't about to let myself get away that easily again, not after yesterday. No matter what, I would do it, right after seeing him. No matter what.

Jade's POV:

I awoke to the sound of Andre's sleep-talking. I glanced at my phone – 6:30 a.m. Half an hour until he would be up. I can't say I slept well last night, even though it was in the comfort of a friend's house. Apparently I had some nightmares about what happened last night and had cried in my sleep. The pillow Andre gave me was practically all covered in dried tears, saliva, and makeup. I sighed. How was I to tell him about it? Haven't I troubled him enough already?

"I love you, Tori, I mean it," I hear him mumble in his sleep. I rolled my eyes. He had better admit it to her today, or I'll do it for him. Whatever it took, he just had to stop being bothered by the thoughts.

"No, I'm sorry, please don't leave me Tori, I can't live without you!" His tone is more panicked now, he's flailing his arms about, and he sounds like he was about to cry. Guess his dream wasn't going so well. He was actually really starting to worry me. Yes, me, Jade West. The girl who wasn't supposed to care for anyone but herself.

"Tori, I'm sorry! I'll do anything you want! Please!"

I kneel by his side and grab his shoulders, trying to shake him awake from his nightmare. "Andre!" I call. "Snap out of it! It's okay! Everything will be alright!"

"Tori, I love you," he says, in a happy relaxed tone again. It's amazing how easily a dream can shift from good to bad to good again, even if my words might have helped. I smiled, relaxing a little again. Then it happened.

He grabbed both sides of my face with his hands, and kissed me. Not a light peck, not a friendly kiss, but a full on, passionate kiss.

AN: Whoa, Andre kisses Jade? This can't possibly end well. By the way, do I still have readers? Reviewers? Should I continue? I don't wanna be posting stuff that people think is trash. Well, up to you guys.