A/N: Hey all. I'm very sorry for making you wait this long for a story that I said shouldn't take me that long, but I have been very busy with school final exams and such. Now that I am back however, and having less classes this semester, I should be able to find more time to update more frequently. Now, because this story I perceive to not be extremely long, I may very well attempt to write the sequel for my 20-chapter Tandre story that I finished a while ago, or start a new story with this idea that I have that is just dying to come out. We'll see when we get there, but first, I'd just like to finish this one (hey, one at a time, right?).

That being said, without further ado, let's get on with it. :)

Disclaimer: Don't own Victorious or the characters. Just the plot of this story.

Chapter 2 - The Phone Call

Slowly drifting to consciousness, Andre Harris opened his eyes, and looked around him, groaning at the sight of the all-too familiar mess of papers scattered around on his desk and the floor around the chair he fell asleep in. Two weeks of trying to come up with usable lyrics for a new song he had been trying to work on to submit to record label companies, and the best thing he had was the blank sheet of paper in front of him. Two whole weeks! Just a few years ago, you could have asked him to write a song in a few hours, and he could have probably have done it. And yet, here he was, six months out of Julliard, having attended an excellent singing and songwriting program, and yet he could not for the life of him come up with anything good. It seemed that every time he got an idea that seemed good in his head, when he put it on paper, it suddenly became unusable. His seemingly magical capabilities had finally ran out for good, it seemed, and just when he really started to pursue his dream of being a famous singer and songwriter. It certainly didn't help that he couldn't even focus on his work, his mind always being preoccupied by thoughts of one particular girl.

Tori Vega.

Andre still remembered that day four and a half years ago. That one horrible day, and also the last he and his friends ever heard from Tori. That one day when she had announced, that she would in fact not be attending the same college as the rest. When everyone had become shocked at her announcement, since she always seemed so keen on going to Julliard before. When Andre had tried to convince her to stay with them, only to be denied. Hard.

He remembered it all, clear as day. But truth be told, he didn't blame her one bit. Not even when she had practically yelled at him when he kept trying to get her to stay. It was really his own fault, because after all, what kind of a friend doesn't respect his best friend's decisions? What kind of a friend gets so worked up over one small dispute that he refuses to contact his best friend for four long years? What kind of a best friend is too shy to admit, that he is madly in love with his best friend, only to ruin everything in a few small moves? Not at all anything a friend would do. And that was just it.

Andre Harris had been a horrible friend to his best friend, who he indeed had been out of contact with for four years. And it was all his fault. He was the one who couldn't just respect Tori's decision on which college to attend. He was the one who made her feel guilty on a decision that he had no right in interfering with. And he was the one who all this time, was too nervous about her reaction to simply phone Tori once, just to apologize. In short, Andre Harris had been nothing but selfish that day, refusing to let his best friend separate from the group even though she had a perfectly good reason to.

Still, he had his reasons. Granted that they were extremely selfish reasons, but still were reasons nonetheless. Perhaps if anyone asked him, he would have simply told them that he just cared for his best friend that much - so much that he wanted her by his side always, to make sure she wouldn't get hurt, and to just be able to hang out regularly. But in truth, that was only partially it. In secret, Andre Harris had always thought of Tori Vega as much more than his best friend. In short, he had a massive crush on - no, he was in love - with his beautiful and stunning best friend. He had lost count of how many times he had dreamt of her in his sleep, how many times he had fantasized about her, about how it would be like to be with her, to hold her hand, to kiss her, and protect her. He badly wanted to ask her out for the longest time now, but had never managed to work up the nerve to. He could never keep his eyes off her when she was around, especially when she gave him that knowing smile. Her voice was the most perfect thing he had ever heard, and it made angels sound like Trina. Her touch always brought shudders and butterflies to him, and it always pained Andre to watch her dating other guys, especially when they so didn't deserve her. Every time she sought comfort with him after a breakup, it was all he could to not to seek her ex-boyfriend down and tell him off. But he did it for her sake.

Andre let out a big sigh, as he stared at the floor depressingly. None of that mattered anymore. Not since he drove her away with that stupid move. But the biggest of Andre's regrets by far, is that he never told her his true feelings - he loved her more than anything and anyone else on the whole planet, and still did. And even only being twenty two, Andre knew that she would also be the only person he'd ever love like this.

"Tori," He sadly whispered with tears in his eyes, as he scrolled through the photos of them together he had saved on his phone. "I'm so sorry. I only wish there was a way to tell you how much you mean to me. If only you knew how much I still love you."

Trying to stifle his sobs, Andre scrolled through his contacts list, and looked at the first name, who he had pinned to the top. Tori Vega. The name was surrounded by a heart on each side, and was displayed in bright purple text, because Tori always seemed to love purple that much. And he also had her as his speed dial #1.

Hovering his thumb above the "call" icon, Andre was tempted to call her, to tell her everything he had been thinking, regardless if it will fix things or not. He just couldn't live with himself if he didn't. But he knew that she would most likely just hang up if she answered, to find out that it was him. He knew that she probably already removed him from her contacts, and may not even recognize his number any longer. He also knew that she may have very well changed her number by now, and perhaps even forgotten who he was altogether.

That last thought pained him to great extents, as he felt the tears he had been trying to stifle rush forward, and roll down his cheeks. He began to set his phone aside, while trying his best to not let his sadness overtake him. However, just before he had set it down onto his desk, he felt it vibrate in his hands. Taking a moment to calm down before answering, he stared at the screen: CALL FROM: ROBBIE SHAPIRO

As much as he liked talking to Robbie, this was one of those days where Andre wanted to be left alone, without any outer influence. So, he simply rejected the call. But before he could completely shut his phone off to avoid any further distractions, he felt it vibrate again, indicating another incoming call from Robbie. Knowing that he wouldn't make this easy, Andre reluctantly answered the phone.

"Hey Robbie. Look, I'm sorry, but can we please talk later, man? I really don't feel like talking right now, and you know why. I just want to have some alone time now. Can I maybe call you back later?"

"Andre? Is that you?"

Andre froze in shock. That voice - it wasn't Robbie's at all! He would recognize that voice anywhere. It was the voice of the person who had been the object of conflict between his head and heart all this time.

Tori Vega.

Andre simply sat there for a moment, heart pounding rapidly in his chest, hands trembling, tongue-tied, and lost for words. Surely he had heard wrong?

"Andre? Are you there?"

Andre's heart leaped in his chest again. He heard right - Tori was calling him. But why? Wasn't she mad at him? And why was she using Robbie's phone? Had he mixed their numbers up when he put them in, and somehow didn't notice?

When he had found his voice again, Andre began speaking, in a shaky, stuttering voice. "T-Tori? Is-is that you?"

A/N: Haha! Another cliffhanger! So, what do you think? Is Tori actually calling Andre, or is his imagination getting the best of him, and he really did hear wrong? If she is, why would she be using Robbie's number? And why is she calling Andre, if it really is her? All that for the next chapter! In the meantime, please tell me how I did. Review please! :)