Author's Note: This chapter has a sexual scene. READER BEWARE! And although it isn't too intense, something that happens in this chapter is. As always, I don't own Victorious! Enjoy!

Andre's POV

The past few days were fantastic. There isn't another word I could use to explain my time with Tori. Whenever I could, I'd try to be with her. It was the day before I was leaving once again, and my heart was cracking bit by bit. The next time I would probably be able to see Tori for such a long time would be in October, when we had a fall break. I wasn't even sure I would be able to see her for Thanksgiving. I am definitely saving up for my next trip, though, so we can have a hotel room to ourselves again. She would be living with her sister the next time I'd see her, and although she reassured me that Trina had changed, Trina was always going to be Trina in my eyes. Annoying, loud, and did I mention annoying? At least I could video-chat with her, but that definitely wasn't the same thing as being right next to her. In all aspects. I've done the whole "digital get-down" thing, and webcam and phone sex wasn't my thing. I was just awkward at it. But I would have the memories that we made in that hotel suite, in my old room at my grandma's house, and at her house. Tori wanted me in the sheets every single day, besides the day after I took her virginity in which she told me her thighs were sore, as well as other parts. I was glad when she told me I was the only one she wanted to have, even when I went back to New York. She said that she didn't mind if I slept with other girls, because she knew that I had needs. But what I needed was her. I would do my best, which I had been doing, to keep my distance from other girls – besides Dayzee of course. I honestly wanted to be her boyfriend. Tons of people did the long distance relationship thing. Why not us? I was too afraid to ask her, though. She was going to a whole new city, she was going to be around a brand new group of people and I didn't want her to think I was selfish. That I could have what I wanted, because she made it clear that even if we were dating, she'd be okay with a few slip-ups. She was sweet girl, but I had taken her virginity. I'm sure she was curious about sex with other people now. I couldn't even picture Tori with another guy without feeling anxious and sick. I had taken her innocence away and she was free to turn into a slut like a lot of the girls we went to school with. I knew deep down that there was no way that my Tori Vega would be that way, but in a logical sense, it could happen.

I had to make today a perfect day. A perfect day for the two of us meant snuggling and watching a movie together, having dinner, and having a romp. But today I would perform one of the songs I wrote for her, because we would be all alone. Her parents were going out, something that they apparently have been doing a lot since Tori graduated. I think they were going to dinner, to see a movie, and join some friends in a small get together. I just know that Tori said that they wouldn't be home until probably one in the morning. I had plenty of time to get over there, because the movie that her parents were seeing was starting at seven, and it was five at the moment. They had to have dinner before which meant they would probably be gone at six or so. Today I practiced my song all day long. In the shower this morning, while making my grandma some dinner, and if I wasn't singing it, I was whistling the tune to it. It had to be perfect, because this was the last night I'd be able to spend with Tori. I even tried on several outfits before deciding on something.

"Andre! This pasta isn't grapes!" my grandma shouted out to me.

"I know, Grandma. It's pasta. You said it yourself!" I called to her as I walked down the hall.

"It's good! I like pasta when it isn't grapes!" she shouted once again. I shook my head and laughed to myself. I had actually missed my grandma while I was away, even with all of her craziness, I loved her. I had to.

"What do you think?" I asked about my outfit. I wore a heathered purple V-neck t-shirt, on top of that I wore a denim vest with that had a black hood sewed on to it. For pants I wore a black pair of rude fit jeans. These were the closest thing to skinny jeans I'd ever wear. Tori liked when I let them sit right at my hips. I wore some purple "Chucks" to match the shirt I was wearing. The eyelets (where the shoe strings went through) were plated with gold. I bought them my second week in New York with Dayzee. I thought I looked pretty snazzy.

"You look great, Andre," my grandma said, in a calm voice. She beamed with happiness. It was the kind of smile that adults gave their kid when they were proud of them. I knew she lost her mind, but deep down there was an actual sane grandma. I knew, just like most grandparents and parents, that she was proud that I was on my own and working towards a dream. Her eyes said, "My Andre, all grown up." And that was enough for me. But before I could thank her, she was back to her old self. "When are you going to make my dinner?!" she asked. I shook my head.

"Grandma, I made dinner already. There's more on the stove," I told her and took her plate from her. I walked into the kitchen to refill her plate, when I heard some keys enter the doorknob. It was Dayzee; she agreed on watching over my grandma while I was gone. For some reason, my grandma kept confusing her for me, so I figured it would work out fine if Dayzee kind of took my place.

"That noise makes me want to pee!" my grandma said of the keys in the door. I laughed as she ran off to the bathroom.

"Hey," Dayzee greeted me. "Shit, something smells good!" she said.

"Yeah? I made dinner for you and my grandma. This is her second plate, but there's plenty left. Chicken alfredo, my own recipe," I said with a smile on my face. It was one of the few things I knew how to cook very well.

"Dang kid, you do music and you're a chef? Why the hell are we stocked up on Ramen noodles at home?" she laughed, peeking into the hallway. "So…your grandma's not going to kill me or anything?" she said quietly.

"Nah. She just likes to yell. My Pearpod is on the nightstand in my room if you wanna tune her out. She needs to be asleep around, hmm, ten. If you have trouble getting her there, there's a copy of Gone with the Wind on top of the entertainment center," I said, pointing her in the right direction. "Thanks a lot for this Dayzee. It means a lot that you're doing this," I said as I finished plating food for her as well.

"No prob. But you owe me when it's exam time, because I know nothing about producing music. I just make it," she smiled and took the plate from me.

"Aight, well, I guess that's fair. I look alright?" I asked, looking my outfit over.

"You look hip. Now get the fuck outta here. You have a girl waiting for you," she smiled and waved me off before taking a forkful of pasta and shoving it in her mouth.

"'Kay. See you later," I said, heading towards the front door. I grabbed my backpack that I packed beforehand. It had ingredients to make "dirt and worms" for Tori, one of her favorite desserts. Oh, and condoms.

I arrived at the Vega house a little after six, right as David and Holly were leaving. I wasn't sure that they knew I was coming over, so I was caught a little off guard when I saw them. The two of them were nice people, and I thought about them sometimes. Holly, always on her phone texting friends I never saw before. David, making fun of Tori and Trina every now and then…well, Trina more, just because she made herself a target. I liked them both, so when the day came to ask for their daughter's hand in marriage, hopefully they would welcome me into their family. Because yes, I was already thinking that far into the future. We daydreamed about it the other day. I'd be a music producer, and Tori would be co-owner to my company. We'd live in a beautiful house with a pool and two dogs. Neither of us really wanted kids, but if it happened, then we would love them wholeheartedly and try to give them everything they wanted.

"Hey Andre! Tori expecting you," David asked, taking his keys out of the door, unlocking it for me probably.

"Yes sir, we're gonna have a movie night before I'm back in the city that never sleeps," I smiled, pointing to my bag, hoping they would assume it was full of movies.

"Ah, sounds like fun. We're heading out right now to see a flick, that new romantic one with Melinda Murray? Supposedly if you look closely at the engagement scene? You can see a little bit of the scar from where she got that arrow shot through her hand. Was that you who was in the movie?" Holly asked.

"Nah, that was Beck. Kid with the hair?" I said, moving my hand back and forth above my head.

"Oh! That's riiiiight. Well, I hope you kids have fun. Just remember, I'm too young to be a grandmother and David here's a cop," she smiled before David pulled on her arm.

"C'mon honey, we gotta get to dinner. I'm not eating cheeseburgers in the theater again, that's embarrassing," David said. "If I don't see you before you leave again, safe and happy travels," he said and patted me on the shoulder. I just nodded and proceeded to enter the front door. And there she was.

"Andre! Hey! My parents hounding you?" Tori asked, skipping up to me. She kissed me and took a strap from my bag. "Got the stuff?"

"Nah, they were talking about cheeseburgers or something. And haha, what is this, a drug deal?" I laughed, handing the bag over to her.

"Hey, I love me some gummy worms! They might as well be drugs!" she said, reaching in and pulling out the bag of gummy worms.

"Well, then yes. I have the 'stuff'," I said, quoting my fingers around the word "stuff." I laughed as I made my way to the couch. Once I sat down, I put my feet up on the table. "And I got some pudding cups, so we didn't have to make any."

"Ooh, well aren't you considerate," she teased. When she was done putting all the stuff on the kitchen counter for later, she came over to the couch and sat beside me. "You look really nice, Andre. I look like a gank," she sighed and did a pouty lip.

"Awh, no you don't," I told her. It was true. She was dressed in some faded red skinny jeans that had a star print. The stars were cream colored, and that matched her shirt that she was wearing. Her shirt was a simple cream colored t-shirt, but it had ruffles on the sleeve, making her arms look daintier than ever. She was shoeless at the moment, but had on a pair of green socks that had black music notes on them.

"You always say that. Don't you get sick of seeing me in jeans? I was going to put on a dress but you're earlier than I expected you," she said.

"No way. I love you in anything, but especially jeans. Dresses are high maintenance. Jeans are you," I said and pulled her legs so that they were resting on me. "Wait, I gotta correct myself. I like you with NOTHING on," I said, tugging at her jeans. They didn't budge much; they were skinny jeans after all.

"Andre, stop it!" she laughed and tried to get loose from my grip. She ended up slipping off of the couch and falling on her back on the rug in front of the couch.

"Oh shit! You okay?" I asked, reaching my hand out for her to take it. She took it with both of her hands and pulled me down on top of her.

"I'm okay now," she smiled up at me. She leaned closer and kissed me. I kissed her back. "Let's do it. Right here," she said with a devilish grin.

"Right here?" I asked.

"Yeah," she simply replied.

"In your living room?" I asked once again.

"Uh, yeah!" she said a little louder. "It's okay, my parents aren't going to be home for hours. We'll fuck here, then in my room, then in the kitchen before we make dirt-and-worms, then in Trina's room, then in my parents' room. I want every room to have memories of us in them. You're leaving tomorrow, after all," she said and I couldn't help but smile.

"You're bad. You know that right?" I said, and I got from above her and sat down, with my back against the couch.

"You like it," she teased.

"That I do," I said, and started to remove my vest.

We're down to our underwear now, doing some really hardcore grinding on each other. My bag was on the kitchen counter, and I just didn't want to stop. I still had my back against the couch, and Tori was on top of me, straddling me. I looked over to the counter.

"Tori, I gotta get a condom," I said as she was kissing all over my neck while rocking back and forth.

"No," she said, but she was barely audible because my neck and collarbones were like a magnet to her mouth.

"Tori, c'mon, I gotta-" I started before she pulled away and spoke.

"No, you can just pull out, I'm ready now. I want it now," she growled breathlessly.

I knew that I shouldn't have, but I did. I moved her panties to the side and slipped right in. It was heaven. She started to bounce up and down, hugging my body tight. For someone who was a virgin just days ago, she sure knew how to work it. I started to thrust back with her thrusting, which made my dick go deeper inside of her.

"Oh fuck, Andre! Mm! God, I'm almost there!" she cried, throwing her head back. I couldn't agree more with her. I wanted to last longer though. We had only been going at it for about ten minutes. But soon enough, I didn't even want to be having sex with her. All I wanted to do was rewind time.

"What the HELL is going on here?!" I heard a voice from my right ear. All motion ceased, and in stormed David. "Tori! What the – what are you doing?! Cover yourself!" he shouted at her, yanking Holly's sweater from her arms and throwing it at her.

"Dad, I can explain – I, we-" Tori stuttered, draping the sweater over her exposed breasts.

"And you! We welcome you in our house and this is how you repay us?! Get up!" he shouted at me. I followed his command, after embarrassingly slipping myself back into my boxers.

"Mr. Vega, please, let me explain," I started before I saw his eyes. He wasn't just pissed. He was livid. Before I knew it, he had pushed me in the chest, my leg knocking the coffee table.

"David! No!" Holly yelled and ran over in front of me.

"No, what?! He was just having sex with our daughter and you're telling ME 'no'!" He yelled, before pacing across the room to go upstairs. "Fine, you deal with it! Deal with your slut daughter!" he screamed while stomping up the stairs. All I could do was reach down and get my clothes.

"Mrs. Vega, I'm really sorry, I…I don't even know what to say," I said, looking down while I buttoned my jeans.

"Just tell me you guys were using protection," she said calmly. There was a deafening silence before Holly shook her head and sighed. "Tori, go wait upstairs," she said sternly.

"But mom, he, we-" she started. I looked over to her. Her eyes were filled with tears.

"Tori, please!" her mother said, before going to the kitchen and getting my bag for me. "You need to go Andre," she said with a look of disappointment.

"Yes ma'am. I don't know if I'll get a chance to see Tori tomorrow before I leave. Just tell her that I said goodbye," I started out the door. "Oh and-"

"What, Andre?" she sighed.

"That I love her," I said before turning around and leaving.