Author's Note: The relative that was sick, sadly passed away. So I'm back to writing, an outlet of sorts, as much of you writers can agree. So back to business. I don't own Victorious! Enjoy!

Tori's POV

It was November. What happened between Beck and me at the end of August was now in the past…for the most part. There were days that I would talk to Andre on the phone and want to tell him what happened. I knew that I should've told him as soon as it happened, but Andre had other things to think about. As for Beck's punishment for doing what he did, let's just say that it was on the news about how beat up he really was. He was jumped after school by a couple of kids that went to Hollywood Arts but Beck wasn't going to press charges. When asked why he decided not to, he said on camera, "Karma sucks." I remember Jade calling me up the day that it happened. She was crying that he had been brutally assaulted and I remember smiling over the phone, faking my concern. He got what he deserved; I couldn't feel sorry for him even if I tried.

Work at the music magazine company, Muzix, was keeping me plenty busy. It seems like I went from errand girl to actually meeting with artists and bands overnight. I got to personally meet Ginger Fox and Fat Biscuit recently to set up interviews. Fat Biscuit was thinking of changing his name for his new, surprise album that was coming out within the next few months. I think the name he wanted to use nowadays was something like Slim Wafer. I guess even though he is skinny and healthier, he still loved his baked goods. He even asked if I could do back up on one of his slower songs. Of course I accepted, but because of my work schedule we have yet to "lay down the tracks." I worked for almost ten hours a day, then came home and had to basically do homework for my job and then call my mother and tell her about my day. I figured I was going to be free as a bird here away from home, just because I don't remember my mom calling Trina every day when I was living at home, but I was wrong. Maybe a couple more months and I would get to stop checking in with her. So my days were pretty much just work, working at home, calling my mom, eating then crashing. So I was so glad that it was the holiday season.

This was going to be my first Thanksgiving away from home. And thank goodness my work was closed for a whole week so Andre could come and visit and I wouldn't have to leave him alone with Trina. Not that she would be too annoying towards him. She slept all day, and you wanna know why? Well, the day that I got there we spilled all of our secrets. I told her about Beck, the drugs and the fight between our dad and me. And she confessed that she had been seeing Robbie since a month before he graduated. That she was just always attracted to him and loved being the older woman in a relationship. He did what she told him to all the time except for in bed, where she told me she loved to be dominated and Robbie had it in him to act the role of a dominate. I was in a bit of a shock, but I guess the more I thought about it, the two of them had a sort of weird chemistry. They were always getting into trouble together. It made sense now. She also confessed that she wasn't a roller derby girl. She was a dancer. An exotic dancer. A stripper. She went by the name of Spicy Fox, so I guess at least that part was still true. So that's why she would sleep all day. It was because she worked all night, but who could blame her? She came home with hundreds of dollars which is why she could afford her swanky apartment. She actually didn't even want me to pay for anything, except for groceries every now and then. She didn't work at some shit and coke stained strip joint, either. She worked at an elite one, where she met tons of celebrities and agents. At first, of course, I was a bit skeptical about her job. But then I saw how passionate about dancing she was, and she said she hardly got naked. I'm not so sure how true that statement was, but I knew that she loved her job. And it paid well. Who was I to judge?

"You two better come home for Christmas and New Year's," my mother said. I could hear her voice breaking on the phone. She was sad that neither of us was coming to have turkey with her and David.

"I promise…as long as David's present to me is an apology," I said to her. She laughed a little.

"I'll make sure he's on his knees beggin' for forgiveness," mom said. "I better go, the stores are crazy packed and we don't have anything but the turkey for dinner so far. I'd hate to pair it with M&M's or something, haha."

"Alright, I love you Mom. I'll call you later this week," I responded and hung up.

Before I could even get my phone into my pocket, I heard Trina walk into the living room. She sighed and plopped down on the couch next to me.

"Okay, what's the matter? You've been moping around here for a couple days now," I directed towards her.

"It's nothing, just…ah, don't worry about it," she said and gave one great, big sigh.

"Trina, c'mon. You're going to sigh yourself to death. Tell me what's wrong!" I got louder and started to poke at her. She batted my hand away and started to play with her hair. It was blonde now. It looked good.

"Well, it's just that Andre's going to be here, and I'm going to be a third fuckin' wheel. I guess I-"

"You miss Robbie," I interrupted her. "Well, how about I make sure you're not a third wheel? I mean, you work nights so that's when we'll have our couple time, but other than that it'll be the three of us having fun. Like the old days…'cept you're less annoying now," I chuckled and she punched me lightly.

"Okay, that sounds good, maybe you can bring him to the club," she grinned and nudged me.

"Yeah, how about no? I'm not going to have my man oogling naked women who have better bodies than me," I said. It's not like I ballooned into some whale, but I had gained a little bit of weight since I moved in with Trina. I blame it on all the take-out we eat because both of us are too exhausted to ever cook. The first week here was awesome though, because Robbie was around to cook. That boy can make a mean stuffed cabbage, and I don't even like cabbage!

"Oh please, Tori. You look fine. So you gained like ten pounds. All we eat is Chinese and pizza. That's just more cushion for the pushin' for Andre," she laughed.

"Ooookay, well, I'm going to head to bed on that note. Andre's plane gets in at ten tomorrow morning, and I am b-e-a-t, beat. Night Trina," I said as I stood up and stretched.

"Night sis," she said.

Today was the day. I didn't go to bed as early as I wanted to, but that was because I was picking out an outfit to wear to the airport. I got up, took a shower, brushed my teeth, got dressed, did my makeup and my hair all within an hour and a half. I was impressed with myself. I went to the kitchen to fix myself a cup of coffee and warmed a bagel while the coffee maker was brewing. It was only nine in the morning and the airport wasn't that far away so I was definitely good on time…which was going by so slow. All I wanted to do was see Andre. I had been preparing myself for this day for the last week. I was trying my hardest to lose what weight I had gained, but if Andre loved me like he said he did, then a couple of pounds wouldn't matter. I just wished that they went to my boobs instead of my stomach. I wore a dress so he wouldn't notice right off the bat. My dress was a deep coral color and flared out a little bit which hid my very slightly larger belly. I feel like it may have grown just an inch. I could still fit into my size three jeans, so I know that not much had changed. But I would need to find time to exercise. Even if it meant to work out at the on-site gym at work during my lunch break. Anyways, I wore sheer black stockings and a black booties with gold zippers. I looked good. I took the knife that I would use to put cream cheese on my bagel with and held it up. Using it as a mirror I checked my lipstick and everything.

"Tori, you look so pretty," I heard a sleepy voice say.

"Oh! Hey, I wasn't expecting you to be up," I said, turning and looking out the kitchen into our living room. Trina was cuddled up on the couch with her head on the arm of the sofa.

"Yeah, me either. I went to a party last night, it was a farewell party to one of the girls I work with," she said before sitting up and stretching. "I never knew I could get so drunk that I wouldn't be able to walk," she laughed.

"Pfft, been there done that. Who's leaving?" I asked, putting the knife down and pouring a cup of coffee.

"You know the girl that wears the wigs?" Trina started.

"Oh yeah! You brought her here one day for dinner. Hot Asian chick. Um, she went by Madam Licorice, right?"

"Yes, that's her," she said and got up to come to the kitchen. "She found out she was pregnant and doesn't want to dance anymore. Sad thing is, is that she loves the club so much. And she used to be like a bazillion pounds, then she lost all the weight, and now she's knocked up and is just going to get fat again. Aaaaand, she doesn't even really want kids. She really thinks her fiancé sabotaged her by poking holes into the condoms because he wants kids. Don't even know why the two of them are getting married, but whatever, they have to now."

"Have to? They're adults; they don't have to do anything. Why not just get an abortion and go on with her life?" I asked, blowing into my cup of coffee to cool it some.

"It's against her beliefs and her family's too, and it's against his family's beliefs to not be a husband to the woman who fathered your children. It's just this big ol' mess that I hardly understand. She's already like three months along and didn't even know it. Good thing I got her off the smack, haha," she laughed before sipping her coffee. I started to drink mine, and could barely swallow it. It tasted nasty.

"Blech, this coffee is gross," I complained.

"What, did you not put enough sugar in it or something?" Trina asked.

"No, I put my usual amount in it. I haven't had it in a couple of days. Maybe I don't like it anymore. I'll pick up some new coffee on the way back with Andre," I said, putting the mug down before looking at the clock on the wall.

"Uh, okay. It tastes fine to me, though, so whatever," she said. "I don't even know why I'm drinking this shit. It's gonna keep me up even longer. Go get your boyfriend so I can get some sleep," she said, pushing me gently out of the kitchen.

"Okay, okay, I'm going!" I laughed.

She didn't have to tell me twice.