Alright. Another one comin' and I can say I like this story. Is it my favorite so far? Uh...maybe. I'm not sure but my favorite is...I don't know. Definetely not my first one. :P

Hope you enjoy this story, whether or not my opinion is valid (I guess it doesn't matter, I'm going to write the story anyway).

:)

Tori's Perspective-

Okay, so the party that Trina said that her friend said that was a week ago was apparently "awesome." I don't really know what that means and I really don't want to know what that means... Trina didn't give any descriptions so I'm betting on the fact that her friend doesn't remember much about the party since she dove into so alcohol. I'm not sure but I'm pretty certain that I would get my money's worth if I bet a hundred.

I shake my ranting thoughts away as I step through the main hall doors, Trina at my side. "You're going to the jam tomorrow, right?" she asks, her voice still scratchy from the past few nights of coughing.

"Yeah, of course," I grin, "Free food and I get to dress up."

"As?" she eyes me curiously. I take a moment to ponder, only to shrug. I actually haven't thought about Halloween much this year. And it's snuck up on me too quickly. Yeah I began thinking it in the beginning of this month but, well, a lot of things happened since then. Anyway, I'll probably go with Beck or something to choose. He'll choose it for me. There, I already have an idea; nothing but his opinion...which is a bit sad. Look, I'm not a very creative person.

I frown as I spin around, catching a glance of Beck by his locker. I wave my sister bye hurriedly as she jogs to catch up with her group. It's kind of sad, just like my costume. She makes friends easily - if she acted like she did in middle school - but it's the matter of keeping them that's been a bit hard.

But that's not my main focus at the moment, as my strides glide over towards the two figures curiously, Beck looks kind of uncomfortable. "I have a girlfriend to pat my forearm, thanks," he mumbles softly, gingerly keeping his limbs away from the blonde.

"Oh come on, she won't see."

"See what?" I ask stupidly, smirking as she nearly jumps out of her skin.

"Oh-oh hey Tori! I didn't, uh, I didn't see you there." Beck gives a pleased grin, watching the scene unfold.

My eyes narrow at her, a name popping up smoothly. "Rebecca? You were one of the first people to start talking about us dating...and you're in my Singing 101 class...and my calculus class...and- you know what? How about you leave him alone? That sounds good."

"Alright..." she mutters quickly, stalking off as if the floor was molten lava. What the hell was she thinking? I mean, she knows me and- whatever, I can't really expect girls to not go all out and try to tackle him I guess. Well, I mean I'm "restraining" myself - like I need it - and I'm his girlfriend? Wow that is so easy to say now. God I need to stop having conversations in my head.

"Hey Beck?"

He turns around, eyes focused on me with intent, his hands frozen with books in them. "Yeah?"

"Can you help pick out my costume for tomorrow? You have one, don't you?" I think I remember him telling me about finding a pirate costume.

"Yup matey," he put on a voice.

'Yep, definitely pirate.'

"So...can you help?" I flash my teeth, hoping he's going to say yes. And, to my not-surprise, he nods. "Thanks!" I jump to hug him, his books dropping to the floor. Whoops.

-(:)-

I bite the inside of my cheek, my gaze darting around the food in front of me. I mean, there's my sandwich and the onions I picked off of it and the little stick next to it...the hell am I missing? I growl quietly to myself; there is nothing missing...I don't think.

"Are you alright there Tori?" Cat asks, biting into her burrito.

"Uh...I feel like I'm missing something but I don't know what it is..." I mumble. My fingers tap along the edge of the table, Beck turning around with a slight frown.

"Did you buy a drink?" he asks, my eyes widening in awe.

"Yes! Yes I did! I forgot it at my locker!" My limbs shot from the table, hoisting me over the bench. "I'm gonna get it."

"But don't if it's vodka in a water bottle Tori," Beck snickers, earning an eye roll. I really don't want to get into that for a while. I'm not sure about him but alcohol and memory don't mix well for me...like at all. Brushing off the thoughts, I make my way through the halls. I begin to pace my walk more slowly, my eyes travelling along the many posters for the Halloween event tomorrow. It barely feels like it should be the last day of October tomorrow. And to think Beck and I haven't even been dating for a month..

"Huh," I exhale to myself. The fact hadn't even sunk until now. It's felt like longer but then again it seems to be a shorter amount of time whenever I'm trying to pinpoint it.

I turn the corner to the main hall, grinning slightly at the sight of my locker. I - oh, how to say - I basically skip my way over there before opening the locker and finding my Fanta. I've been waiting for this drink all morning and I can't believe I forgot about it. Well no, Beck kind of ushered me to the food truck with his excited intentions to get a burrito himself. I dwindle in my fantasies for a moment, just staring at the Fanta. Why I'm making a being deal out of this drink I don't know...it's not even my favorite soda. Sprite, root beer and ginger ale are all neck-and-neck-and-neck, if that makes sense, for the lead.

Whatever, it's my drink and I can do whatever I want.

However, soon a raspy voice, snapping, "Now get goin'! I don't want to wait that long, you delinquent," snatches my attention. My brows form a straight line as I twist around, finding Mr. Dickens settling his back against the wall, his thumbs pressing against his phone's screen. I stare at it for a brief second, recognizing the 'Grumpy Gerbils' soundtrack.

"Yeah, yeah, I've known for too many weeks," another voice growled quietly. As my eyes darts to the left, my lungs fail to operate properly; 'Jade...Jade, yeah, she's still here,' my thoughts recall vaguely, previously forgetting she still had to drive to school. I frown, the scissor-mutilated locker closing as she holds her pitiful lunch of a sandwich. She pauses, her eyes shifting along her locker before they flash towards me, locked on.

I had forgotten what those eyes looked like...and I can tell from here the intricacies of the pale blue or green - I really don't know since I've never been that close. They stare deeply into my own, surveying me with, with a, almost a- it's a different stare from before. It's softer almost but not the same. It's, it's-"

"What are you staring at Pop-star?" Mr. Dickens snarls. Jade jerks out of shock, her eyes narrowing at the man beside her as I merely groan, shuffling my steps away from the two. With drink in hand, I grin, going back to my fantasies of Fanta, Jade drowning further into the brinks of my skull.

-(:)-

The moon hangs over the Asphalt Café, shining brightly as it baths the tables and many balloons - all of which Sinjin provided - in a white, calm light. However, nothing about the Halloween Jam was calm. Many laughs echoes in my ears, sending a small smile across my lips as I drink some of the punch. God I like Hawaiian punch; not sure why but I've always enjoyed it. And with a party at the school, I don't have to worry about anybody spiking it so. 'Calm down Tori, that was one party...' my thoughts roll their eyes. Well, no. They would if they did have eyes. They would also do so many hand crude hand gestures if they had the fingers.

I grin as I sip the punch, feeling hands wrap around my waste. "Hey Captain Oliver," I chuckle. Beck, being somewhat of a pirate-fanatic, asked me to call him Captain Oliver. I agreed only if he called me-

"Hello there Captain Vega," he smirked.

Yeah. Only if he called me Captain Vega. What? He wasn't the only one who enjoyed 'Pirates of the Caribbean.' His favorite parts, as he laughed while leaning against the wall, arms folded while I tried on my costume in the stall, was all of Elizabeth Swan's. "Hey, you know she's hot too," he grinned cheekily as I rolled my eyes. I couldn't really argue...she did look nice when she was - uh - sword fighting.

"You having fun?" he brought me back to reality.

"Uh huh. There's a lot of stuff here. And it was enjoyable watching you get that apple," I giggle, recalling his smeared makeup as he ran up to me with an apple in his mouth.

He playfully scowls for a moment, shaking his head. "Who knew Sikowitz would be better at it than I am? Anyway, have you seen any dogs out here? I'm hungry for some of 'em. Maybe bratwurst too."

"Uh," I turn my line of sight along the tables, "I saw some with chili dogs so there's somethin' going on with them."

"Alright, I'll go find some. Want one?"

"Sure," I nod before making my way towards the tables in the center. I seat myself at an unoccupied table, casting quick glances around, recognizing several faces. I grimace once I catch Sinjin making out with a balloon...again. What is with him and rubber? It's just a balloon...that doesn't even have a face.

I shake my head, moving on to the next person. I give a soft laugh as Cat jumps around, Robbie following her as a dog while she a sheep. He honestly does look like a lost puppy. As they pass a few tables, my gaze then drops to Andre, who's dressed like a cow. I- I don't know what to say...

So, instead I snap a quick picture, snorting before I quickly send him the picture, captioning it with 'You look very handsome with udders Andre. XD'

He glances up moments later, with a smirk and a shake of a head. My phone vibrates before I look down.

Andre- And you a nice looking homeless ship mate.

Tori- That's Captain Vega to you...

Andre- Oh, I'm sorry. :3

Andre- You look like a homeless captain who lost all of her ship mates.

Tori- Why so mean?

Andre- What? U jealous of my udders?

My fingers tap for a reply before I hear steps behind me and a bunch of 'ars.' "There were some," Beck tore my attention from my phone, handing me a dog. "Not sure if you wanted anything on it so I brought you some packets and such."

"Why thank you. You're more of a knight than a pirate," I grin, taking the ketchup pack. Both of us enjoy the small meal in silence whilst in the mist of each other's company. I put my phone away, not having any reason to have it out while Beck begins to explain his expectation for the rest of the films.

"I just don't want them to ruin it, you know? I mean I do understand why Swan and some of the others are cut out of the newer movies, you know. Business with the ships and stuff. But I just, I don't know. The shift was a bit unexpected but not at the same time."

"Yeah, I see what you mean," I mumble vaguely recalling the movie I had watched a few months ago.

"Hey Beck!" a voice calls over. I twist around to see one of his classmates - I'm assuming - stroll up, girl in hand.

"Hey Carlos!" he responds, diving into another conversation. Both of the girl and I share a knowing look, keeping quiet as they talk through their interests. My gaze breaks away from the small group, shifting back over towards the direction before. My eyes immediately set on Andre, whose brows are furrowed with great concern. He picks up the phone and puts it to his ear, his voice slightly raised only to get over the music.

"Yeah it's me- why wouldn't it? Look, I just wanted to- I know I could text but it's easier... Fine, alright," he grumbles rapidly, his stance slightly raised as his eyes dart about to find an area to talk with interruptions. "Now I just wanted to check up on you. You normally go to this kind of thing- What do you mean I haven't been your friend long enough to know that? Jade- Jade, you're taste in movies say enough. What? No I'm not saying I hated the mov- I know you paid for- but- Ja- Jade... Wait! I just, hold on." As Andre finishes his sentence, cringing before whispering something, rubbing his ear, he gets up from the chair and jogs away.

I briefly felt my limbs twitch to follow, though Beck's hand tingles against mine, keeping me at my spot. I focus back in onto the conversation just as it ends, Carlos and his girlfriend waving for a short departure. The Canadian twists around, shifting his captain's hat on his hair before sighing briefly. "You wanna go to my place?" he blabs, eyes widening. "Uh, you don't have to answer that... That sounded a bit-"

"It's fine," I chuckle, though it drops slightly, "Though I'm really tired. I just want to get home, what time is it?"

"Oh," he blinks checking his phone momentarily, "It's ten sharp."

"Yeah, okay...I wanna go home," I stand up, Beck falling suit.

"Want me to take you?" he smiles briefly.

"Thank you knight," I curtsey.

"But I'm a pirate!" he dramatically brandishes his sword to the air. I only roll my eyes as he follows me to the front parking lot.

-(:)-

'God...what crawled into Trina's brain and died to make her think that going to school early today, right after the Halloween jam, was a good idea?' my thoughts ramble sourly. Now, I've been early to school before but it wasn't like this. There's only a few scattered people around! Trina! What is wrong with her? I don't know, but, just asking here. My hand grazes the locker lazily, eventually tearing it open. I stare blankly in my locker, my eyes shuffling over the multiple books and garbled texts written across the binding. 'Eh, I'll just ask the teacher to grab my things if I forget it...' I decide mentally.

I shut it quietly, only to set my back against it with my eyes batting closed. They flash open as I recall the last time I had fallen asleep on a locker. In short, I woke up not realizing that I had 'ass' written in fat letters on my forehead until I got a detention. Jade's continuous laughter and comments on her posted video rattles in my skull. A small grin forming despite the memory of the long, torturous talk given by my dad; I couldn't get it off until my shower that evening.

My body jerks as I blink, my eyes remaining firmly on - speaking of the devil herself - who stands behind her locker, shuffling through her text books. She closes the door firmly, her attention not flicking towards me but instead to the clock on the wall. "I have some time," her voice barely makes it over here. It's, I don't know, it's lower than what I remember and there's a husk to it. I've- I don't ever remember taking note of it but, I suppose after not seeing someone for a while, you kind of appreciate their traits from afar more. I seem to have forgotten a lot about her, actually. For instance, how pale and smooth her skin looks, how her resting face isn't really bitchy but it isn't kind either. I don't know, it's just her hair seems to tumble down how I've always wanted mine to, and I have gotten it to that point I suppose, but I have yet to feel like I've fit into it properly.

My head tilts to the side, eyes flicking along her clothes, making sure to pay attention to every single thing in an effort to make up for lost time. 'How long has she been in ISS for? When is she going to leave? Or come back?' my thoughts ask themselves as Jade briefly glances at the clock, growling quietly. As she strolls away towards the principal's office, my gaze lingers, following her.

I shake my head, frowning slightly. How long did she stand there for exactly? I mean, it's fine, I just haven't seen her in a while but...there's a little more than a few scattered people here now. I bite the inside of my lip as I here footsteps padding their way here. I turn around before smiling, finding a small surprise. "Hey Andre," I watch his small grin.

"Hey you," he mutters softly in return. "So, uh...you've been good? We haven't really talked in a little while."

"Yeah. I've been a bit busy," I nod quietly, "You know, school, life and stuff."

"Yep," he bows his head, popping the 'p.' "So, uh, you enjoy the Halloween party last night?"

I smile, my gut still feeling uneasy as I murmur, "Though you didn't look it. You didn't catch a date?"

"Oh, I have a few other things on my mind. Dates could wait," the musician sighs, gesturing softly with his palms.

"Getting your head into songs?"

"In a sense," he mutters hesitantly, his eyes darting to find the proper words.

"Cool, cool," I give in, not feeling like the conversation to be able to support anything if I were to actually ask about it. "So, your grandma doing well?"

"Uh," he chuckles light-heartedly. At least that makes the conversation a bit better. "Well, you could say that. Yesterday she called me saying that hell's freezing over and all of the devils and shit are moving up on the surface." I chortle lightly, shaking my head. As always, his grandma adds a flare alike Cat. "Anyway. I've seen your dad around, he looking after the school?"

"Yup, yup," I grin cheekily, Andre rolling his eyes.

"Well you don't have to get too excited over it. I've talked to him some though, he's pretty cool," he nods.

"Yeah. He's never really been the one to take orders around the house. He has most of the final say in serious situations but, it's mainly," and unfortunately when it comes to dating, "my mom who does."

"Ah, yeah I can see that," he agrees. Just as I open my mouth to comment back, his dark eyes flick over my shoulder, his expression briefly growing venomous. "Sorry, I'll see you later Tori," he mutters before darting off towards the side, away from my locker.

"Bye?" my brows furrow, hands clasping my sides.

"What's up with him?" Beck murmurs, pressing his lips against my temple.

"Dunno," I answer softly, "But hey! You know that movie that came out yesterday?"

"The one about the cat?" he tilts his head to the side.

I nod momentarily before adding, "Well you want to see it? My mom's friend bought tickets this morning but can't go since there was a golfing accident and somebody flew out of the golf cart."

Beck snorts a laugh, stepping back a step. "Really? Well yeah, I was actually thinking to go to the movies. I just couldn't figure out which one... Anyway, so tonight?"

"Right after school," I nod.

"Alright. It's a date then," he grins as I mirror it, following him to his locker.

-(:)-

I gaze around, the huge ceilings with the skylights bathing the long corridors in the natural sunlight. Crowds busy themselves with their business, most waiting for their food as I do the same. "Tori with the 'Philly Cheesesteak?'" a woman calls from behind the counter. I lift my attention towards her, smiling.

"Yup," I grin, taking the food from the counter as she smiles herself, my money having already gone into the register. Dad was right, a lot of these girls sound so fake. With the sub sandwich in my hand, I stride away from Sal's, my eyes wondering over towards Beck who occupied the table. Well, as I gaze over towards the edge of the food court, Beck and a few girls are occupying the table. Shrugging, I merely sigh; I suppose with a guy like Beck it's to be expected.

And so I just sit beside him, unwrapping my sandwich and digging in. I didn't really eat lunch before hand, making my meal a lot bigger than Beck's measly soda. "Who are you?" a voice snaps after I had tried my best to avoid anything of the sort. I am hungry after all.

Beck shifts uncomfortably, waiting for me to say something as I chew on my sandwich. I pick up my gaze, my eyes landing on a fair looking girl, has nice brown hair and such but - my god - the expression is going to kill me it's so stereotypical. "His girlfriend," I murmur to who I assume to be one of Northridge's girls.

"Doesn't look like much."

"Maybe because you haven't seen us alone?" I roll my eyes. I don't care what it implies, it works; the three girls snort and walk off. Well, I guess it's a good thing that that was cleared up quickly.

"Thanks...they kept touching my hair," he mumbles, sipping on his drink.

"I thought you liked that," I grin cheekily, earning a playful punch.

The Canadian nods however, admitting, "Yeah, it didn't feel bad but it was uncomfortable. They aren't my girlfriends." We quickly finish our meal - or at least I do while Beck sips on his drink, saying that there's still time before the movie. We stroll towards the theatres in the mall, since it was the closest thing to our house and where the tickets were meant for, hand in hand. We chuckle as stories were told back and forth. Eventually, I learned how he had gotten his hair the way it was when he forgot to but on gel one morning and went to school. With a lot of compliments after that, he "perfected it" as he said. The tickets were exchanged and we head in swiftly, my attention immediately going to the ceiling.

"You'd think that my house could fit in here..."

"It can't," Beck gave a short laugh.

"I know, I know," I nod with a roll of my eyes, "But it's just so big...and pretty."

"Pretty..." he repeats dumbly.

Swatting his shoulder, I grin. "You know what I mean." As we both took a second to review the candies and other drink options - which included the one Beck was adamant about finishing - as well as the popcorn. "You want some?" I point as one of the workers, if that's what I should call them, pour more kernels into the metal bowl hanging from the top.

"Yeah, I could go for some," he nods, weighing his options.

"So, what do you think we should do after the movies?"

He pauses for a moment, thinking over his thoughts. "Maybe..." Beck drawls, "Maybe we could go to my place and, uh..."

I shake my head slowly, murmuring, "I'm not ready just yet."

"Alright," he exhales slowly, shifting to the side as people left the line in front, having their foods in their grasp. He steps forward abruptly, his hand leaving mine, grinning at the waiter. "Hey, could we have some popcorn and- what do you want Tori?"

Almost stunned by the question - even though it shouldn't have - I stammer, "Uh. Red vines and sprite."

-(:)-

The front door closes behind him as I smile gleefully, practically jumping onto the couch. I sigh happily, grabbing the remote I had planned to do so before, switching the television on. Immediately Celebrities Underwater pops on, earning my interest. I don't even hear the quiet steps down the stairs or when she scampers across the floor. However, I do hear - and add a screech - once Trina hurls herself over the couch, plopping herself right beside me. "Trina! You scared the shit out of me!"

"Language Tori, mom doesn't like it," she murmurs in a false, accusatory tone.

"It's not like I haven't before," I grumble quietly.

"Yeah...but you haven't often. Anyway, you guys were going at it for a little while," she adds cheekily.

I freeze, my eyes widening as they blankly watch the screen. Who cares if Selena Gomez is taking pictures of sharks, what did Trina just- "Where you watching us?"

"Uh...yeah. Kinda obvious."

"Trina!" I whine, "Why? You weren't recording were you?"

"No!" my sister gawks sincerely, "I have memory." I glare as she points to her forehead, her lips forming a cocky grin. "And besides, I wanted to see your chemistry with each other."

"And what did you conclude? Do you have some tips?" I question hotly, folding my arms.

She nods, replying, "Why yes, I do actually," with a satisfied grin that I asked. Before I could even start, Trina begins her critiques. Here we go... "Okay, so first of all, when a guy scratches you back and stuff-"

"Was really scratching," I input.

"Whatever, it means he wants more."

"Yeah, I got that. I'm not ready, so next please."

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head before continuing. "Well, right. That gets rid of some of the other tips," she mutters hastily under her breath, clearing her throat, "Well anyway, you haven't done anything with tongue right? That seems to be lacking."

'Is she serious right now?' my thoughts argue as I narrow my gaze. And from the look that expression, her eyes surveying with hands on her lap, mouth pursing as if she's waiting for an answer, she looks to be serious. God...why? Just- Why am I in this situation right now?

"Uh, no. Never have and I don't want to right now... Alright?"

"You never know if you haven't," she hastily replies.

My eyebrow raises as I turn around, my mouth slightly open. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, you did have a night that you don't remember so..." Oh yeah, I actually forgot about that. Well, I guess she does have a point.

"Anyway, I don't want any of it now," I wave the suggestion off.

She gasps slightly, as if she's honestly surprised - she knows I don't really get into this type of stuff right off the bat . "Wha- Tori," she whines, "Why not? It feels nice when they know how to do it and I think Beck may know how to do it properly."

I roll my eyes, wishing I could just easily tap out of this conversation. And, of course, I can't. "To my memory or not," I deadpan, much to her amusement, "I've never felt the desire to actually French kiss. So when the time comes, shut up and don't eavesdrop."

"You know I'm gonna."

"I'll make you not do it."

"How exactly?" she scoffs.

I heave a breath, quietly murmuring as a suggestion, "May slip something in your drink-"

"TORI!" she hisses through a yell, promptly startling me.

"What?" I turn innocently, "I- I didn't say anything." My sister scowls at my victorious grin, dropping the conversation.

"Well," she growls, "Do you have any idea who you hooked up with that one night a few weeks ago?"

And she didn't drop it completely... Damn it. "I still don't know and I'll never know- and no I don't think it was Beck and no I'm not going to tell him."

"I just wanted to talk to my sister but no," she crosses her arms stubbornly, "She has to be like that... And besides, I have a feeling you're going to find out soon enough."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I grab her forearm, reeling her right back into the conversation. Of course I fall for it but, well, this is dealing with my, uh...v-card...yup. "What do you mean by that?"

"I'll tell you if you get me a lemonade."

"Bye Trina," I sigh, picking myself from the couch and up the stairs, leaving her alone with the TV. And from her pleased, short cackle, she's not opposed to me leaving.

So this is kind of two chapters in one but I decided, hell, make it one. ;) Anyway, the next chapter is the big one! Kind of one of the major turning points for the story...and I will work on it right now! After a nap that is...

As always, hope you enjoyed.

:)