Okay, so here's a few things I'd like to share (which I may have touched on). Firstly, from this point forward will really be truthful to the genre of this story. Secondly, hi there... :D

Well, that's out of the way, so I hope you enjoy!

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Tori's Perspective-

I shuffle through my locker, a small key with a little string at the end in my grasp. Beck, once we had gotten around and changed, had ever so nervously gave me a key to his RV, saying that he's been wanting to give it to me for a while but didn't know when. "I figured now is a good time," he had murmured, his cheeks blushing. My eyes glance down at it, recalling what Beck had said to me once I hugged him, thanking for the little gift. I hastily shove it in my pants pocket, needing two hands to put away my theatre history textbook. I don't know why I keep carrying it out like this; I swear I know it's sixth period. Though besides that, I do enough to close my locker door, casting a quick glance to Beck. He goes through his locker, seeing if there's any scraps of paper to throw away.

With that, I shut my locker and twist around, observing the quiet crowd this Tuesday morning. It's quite nice, actually, for it to be this quiet besides the few conversations buzzing around. Though, as I look over towards the whispers, eyes hesitantly dart to me, halting their words until I look away. It's nice that it's this quiet, though I wish it would be louder for them to be able to mask their gossip. I know what they're talking about, and I didn't really expect them to not. After all it isn't always when you make out with somebody and then slap them...

My teeth grit to the point I'm going to break them, eyes dropping to the ground.

I just don't understand...even if we had- God I can't even think it. I don't really believe I remember all of that night, but I do remember most; well, I hope so anyway. At the party, I remember the same. I danced, Jade gave me drinks as well as Beck and Andre. Nothing had changed there. Though when I got back home, Jade had downed that whole bottle that my mom had been looking for and went to my room, me following with my wrist ahead. And then...then there was us talking about bunnies, Jade - uh - tripped on me and, well, stuff happened that I assumed the morning after.

Every time I think that I have everything, my gut says otherwise, twisting horribly. But here's the thing, I don't remember anything else...and I don't even know what I don't remember - its context I mean. I could have literally been me vomiting all over the shower or me passing out in my closet. Well, not the second, I don't think I ever did pass out.

My eyes travel around the room, ignoring all those who constantly give me weary glances. Eventually they land on Sinjin who, well - I don't know what he's doing. He's poking the vending machine with a teddy bear, growling at it for not giving him a soda. Like I said, I don't know what he's doing. Why can't he use the dollars that are in his back pocket? He's not that stupid - actually, scratch that, he's not stupid. The hell is he- you know what? Forget it.

My head shakes, my gaze lingering over him for a second before I move on. I frown, my line of sight near Jade's locker. Cat's behind them, playing with a stuffed animal while Robbie shuffles through his own locker. However, just to the side stand Marcus - he's in my calculus class and sometimes helps me with the homework - Andre, another boy who I don't know very well, and Jade. They all have a conversation with each other, their voices hushed. Now, I know that they are well over ten feet from me but Robbie and Cat are further, speaking in a usual tone, and I can hear them just fine.

"No, I wouldn't really think that the band would play," Robbie murmurs, Rex giving a crude remark.

"Why not? It's just spin-the-bottle," Cat whines.

Okay, I can hear their conversation and I don't want to anymore. I don't like where things are going with Rex's chortling laughter until the ventriloquist shoves him in his locker for a "time-out."

However, I'm strangely curious as to what the others are discussing, their steps slowly moving towards the hall beside my set of lockers. Jade gives a short nod before she leads the way, her steps cutting through the small gathering of people just coming in through the hall, the three boys right at her tail. Andre and I share a brief glance, his lips pulling to a subtle, closed grin while I do the same.

"Hey Tori?" Beck calls from his locker, "Could you help with my papers?"

"Sure," passes through my teeth, twisting me around. I go to his locker as he shuffles through the needed and old papers, handing me the needed ones.

"I'll just drop these off in the recycle down the hall, you mind putting those in there?" His head jerks to the side and into the locker.

"Yeah, I'll do that," I grin as he nods his thanks, bolting towards the bin. I chuckle, watching as he runs, giving me the image of a little puppy with a few newspapers in his mouth. Not that he actually does, it just reminds me of that.

Anyway, I place the papers in the locker, not knowing if it needed to be in the proper, order before pausing. I still hear their whisper and it's honestly bringing me back to the first high school, even if I never did anything this bad. I know Hollywood Arts is very guilty of gossiping - perhaps since it is a charter school with not too many in it - and they both don't hide it well and don't hold onto an event often. But it still doesn't bode well for me or my thoughts... Every now and again I hear her name almost whispered into my ear and I just need to get home and sort it out, honestly.

'Well, we are only watching a movie in psychology...' my thoughts mumble within my skull. Not exactly the perfect time but, I mean, it is only a movie we have to analyze but I can always ask Robbie what to do afterwards. I shake my head, closing Beck's locker though not all the way since I'm not sure if he needs it anymore.

-(:)-

I give into my laughs, Beck with a pleased grin after telling me the joke. It's a stupid one really, but it was funny anyways. He shifts around, glancing over across the room. It's a free period today in Sikowitz, which makes it easy I guess, since our lovely teacher forgot his bucket. I'm not all that sure as of how we needed the bucket, but apparently we really needed it. I look over towards the stage, Andre still trying to coax him out of the corner; he shakes his head, continuing his pouts. My eyes instinctively glance over towards her as she moves from sitting on her foot.

I shake my head abruptly, clouded, heated memories on my bed sloshing through my mind.

I can still also hear the whispers surrounding me - and Jade as expected - forming something of a hive in this room. Not surprising, mind you, but not really helping. I just want them to be a little bit discreet about it but, well, it's a preforming arts school and nothing about the arts on stage is exactly discreet. I mean, it can if they wanted to, but they never do. It's annoying.

"So anyway, I could buy lunch for you if you want to," Beck draws us in back to the conversation.

"Oh," I blink, "You don't have to..."

"No I should."

"But you don't have to, I can get my own," I grin.

He chuckles, "Nah, I'm going to. You want a sandwich or..."

"I guess I will, yeah," I perk up, grinning like a fool. It's just a lunch and he still causes me to do this. Really, it's lunch, not a buffet. Well, you can have buffets as a lunch but, it's just a sandwich. A really good, nice cut bread and roasted beef, lettuce and tomato with some sauce sandwich... I really love this sandwich.

-(:)-

I sit down in the class, the halls filled with students while we cycle in. There's only a few in here, aside from the teacher, sitting in their desks. I shrug, leaning back in my chair while Mr. Freeman sets up the movie. And, as he promised a few weeks ago, it's 'Inside Out.' Not a bad movie, but something kind of difficult to analyze when you're distracted by the characters I guess. Soon enough I hear Robbie's steps shuffling in between the desks, seating himself and Rex at the assigned seat beside me.

"Hey Tori," he mumbles.

"What's up?" Rex comments.

I raise my shoulders, answering, "Nothing much. What about you?"

"Eh, I'm working on some theatre equipment with Sinjin and Burt for the November showcase. Are you preforming?"

"I don't think so, I'll just watch and see," I grin as I look forward to it. I love preforming, don't get me wrong, but it's always nice to watch someone else's.

"Ah," Robbie nods. "Have you been playing 'Grumpy Gerbils' by chance? Mr. Dickens has it and apparently he's already at level two hundred! I still can't get passed..." His words fade away as I begin to focus my attention on the wall over his shoulder, the poster of a human brain in my view. My stomach twists into multiple knots, my heart pounding relentlessly as my thoughts flicker back towards that night once again. Why can I not stop thinking about it?

I clutched her sides as I trembled, her arms wrapped loosely around mine. My heart beats in my ears as I give a pleased grin against her shoulder, my fingers thumbing over the string of words inked onto her skin at her side. I pay no attention to them as I-

I need to quit this, it's not helping...

-press my lips against her neck, her chuckle sending flames back into my gut which were unceasing. "Tori," Jade whimpered as my hands crawled further down her bare stomach. She quivered as I smirked, my movements pumping them in and out slowly. "God," she murmured in my ear, her nails raking along my back. Some parts had itched and others burned; but even so I continued to move, almost fueled by them.

No, no I don't want to remember that, stop. Plus I'm in class talking to Robbie, even if he's talking at me and not stopping while Rex's blank expression stares back at my neck.

She growled, twisting around suddenly until I was on my back. "Wha-" I started before giving off a low moan once she situated herself in between my legs with a smirk. She leans down to me, nose brushing against mine as her lips connected feverishly. My hands crawled around her neck, bringing her chest closer to mine until they couldn't any longer-

"Tori? Are you sure you're alright?"

"Wha- Yes," I quickly blink back to him, my eyes widening just a tad as I nod, "Yeah I'm fine..."

"You had kind of a dazed look on your face," Robbie murmured, "Are you tired? Did you not get enough sleep last night?"

As Rex chuckled darkly, I nod quietly, answering over the puppet's crude remark, "Yeah. I ended up crashing at my couch instead of my room."

"Did Beck pick you up to get coffee?" Robbie asks innocently, buying my bait. I nod quickly turning my attention once Mr. Freeman was ready.

He swivels around in his chair, glancing at everybody through his glasses that flash in the lights of the classroom. "Good afternoon everyone. As you see we'll be watching this movie right here and analyzing it. Take notes and I expect to see at least five pages by tomorrow morning, alright? We'll have our discussions then." With that introduction, the lights switch off and the students around shuffle to get out their notebooks. I do the same, taking a pencil along with it while Robbie places Rex down in his bag.

Within minutes, the few credits in the beginning begin to play, the class bringing their attention to the screen and Mr. Freeman to his computer, watching as well. I focus on the projector's projection, my eyes following the colors.

"-apped Jade right across the face, yep. I saw it too Jessica! It's been going around the whole school," I hear behind me. The whispers are quiet enough to be masked my the movie, however, unable to be caught by Mr. Freeman who doesn't have the best hearing anyway. My cheeks blush furiously, my grip tightening around my pencil. The blank sheet of notebook paper comes to my attention, the world around me almost seeping away.

Like I said before, I didn't mean to slap her... I did want to do anything besides just sit down in the chair next to Beck.

"But she couldn't have actually made out with her, in front of the whole class Ashely? Not buying it," Jessica whispers back. It was for the scene...that's it. I just wanted to sit down. A small grin flickers across my face as Ashely explains the same, adding that the boys chose the card behind her. At least the gossiping isn't that bad in this room - or at least accurate. "What? And they did it?"

"The box spoke; you know Sikowitz and his box. You had him last year," Ashley hisses.

"Yeah, I guess...but what's so bad about it? The scene was two people arguing then abruptly kissing so she slapped her," Jessica merely tried to reason, still not believing.

"But that's the thing Jessica," the other breathes impatiently, wanting to get the point across, "You would have to be there to actually understand. They-went-at-it like, I've never seen two girls do it like that before."

That can't be right, has she seen other girls kiss before? I mean, there aren't as many lesbian couples in this school like gays...which doesn't make sense since I've always seen- I don't know what I'm going on about.

"Maybe they're good kissers," the second murmured stubbornly.

"Maybe..." Ashely gave in hesitantly, "But they weren't in character when Tori slapped her."

"How do you know that?"

"Jade said her name after it, the kiss I mean," she answers quietly, the movie taking another turn as it describes the different houses that the family may live in.

It took a moment as I flick my attention up to the screen, the colors flashing through the scenes while Robbie occasionally glances over to me, concerned; he's hearing the conversation as well. "-he says her name all the time though," Jessica draws me back into their conversation, keeping my mind off the movie.

I vaguely hear the scratching of graphite against paper when Ashely mutters, "She said her first name."

"Oh..."

"And after she left the room and Beck went after her-" I tune in very hard with this, seeing as I wasn't in the room, "it took Andre about five minutes to calm Jade down."

"Was she throwing stuff around?" Jessica asks in a curious voice, though it was tainted with a bored tone; she was expecting the answer to agree with her.

"No...she was crying like really crying." My gut twists, flipping itself over as my throat dries. Guilt ebbs at my chest, my eyes narrowing at the screen with a pained expression. I didn't want that to happen...I didn't even want to hurt her. She's never hurt me - much - after all. I just, I can't help my hand dropping my pencil on the table, not wanting to break it in half. I shouldn't blame them though, it isn't their fault it's mine...

"Like an ugly cry?" Jessica's tone was light and suddenly interested. I feel a surge of rage wipe through my skull, my limbs almost jerking to reach for her throat. Whoa, where did that come from?

"Bitch-" Ashely snaps quietly, not wanting to get caught talking, "I told you what happened after you bugged me all morning and yesterday. I'm not telling you how Jade cries, okay? I don't care if you don't like her, I, however, have some respect."

"How? She threw a milkshake at me after I accidentally ran into Beck!" Jessica growls, "It took me a week to get that out! Do you know how much hair I have?"

Bitch, try getting coffee out which stayed in my hair for a few weeks. And it burned my scalp but...where am I going with this? I got over that a little over a year ago. What the hell is wrong with me?

"I don't care about her attitude, and I wouldn't want to necessarily hang out with her, sure...kind of intimidates me," Ashely agreed, the other scoffing, "But she's good at what she does. That's it."

"Maybe they fucked."

"Jessica," Ashely scolds quickly; obviously the thought hadn't crossed her mind and yet...fuck. I furrow my brows, not wanting to even think about it. We were drunk, that's it.

"What if they did? I mean...that would be pretty fun to tell..."

"Don't you even start telling people that lie-" it isn't, "-otherwise I swear I'll pour a milkshake all over you myself."

"Okay! Okay! Damn girl...I was just thinking."

"No, you were just talking. Come on, let's watch the movie."

With that the conversation ends, the tension between the two practically scorching my back- or is that just me? I don't like her. I don't care that we had sex or whatever, I don't like Jade. That's it...but why do I feel like absolute shit?

'You want her, that's why,' my thoughts murmur in my ear, sitting on my right shoulder.

No, that's not right... I just- I just feel bad that she cried. That's it.

'Right, so you gave your virginity intentionally to her and you only feel bad,' my thoughts rage, their fingers - if they had them - flipping me off.

'Don't listen to them,' a smooth voice comes from a new place, it's tone calming like a drug, 'You were really drunk and Jade very close to being drunk...you wanted some fun and so you had it. You don't have feelings for her.'

'It lies,' the thoughts hiss from the right shoulder.

The one on the left, shakes its head. 'I never do. Listen, you've never had as much fun with Jade as you have with Beck, right? He gives you everything you want, nice food, good company and a good time during dates. But Jade? Does she do that? No... She more often than not gives you her leftovers that she doesn't want, she constantly bickers with you and, well, a relationship with her on dates would ultimately flop.'

That makes sense...kind of. I feel uncertain, I suppose, having this new voice humming through my system. But I can't help it, it speaks without any scratch, dulling the rest of my mind and easing me from my thoughts. It understands that Beck is with me and I said 'yes' to him, right?

'Don't listen to it,' my thoughts beg, their voices shrouding any other ideas, 'You've wanted Jade for too long. You seek her company, even if she does give it to you with hesitation. She protected you during the party when you needed it, not Beck.'

'Don't listen to such foolish things...' the voice pats my shoulder soothingly, 'I'm here for you to guide you along the way. I'm here to help you make things better with Beck; that is what you want, isn't it?'

'No, we know you better, listen to us. You want her and that's that. We'll give you what you wan-'

'You need Beck, and that's that,' the voice interrupted. I frown quietly, my hand scratching the back of my neck. Both arguments are standing their ground, unceasing in their fight. The voice, it is calm and more rational; I mean, I'm already in a relationship with him so I could work on it to make it better, right? But the thoughts surrounding me have several points to them...

'Exactly,' they hum in unison.

'No. Listen to me. If you listen to them they'll be too much for you. Their road goes to a place where you don't know and you will get hurt. Come over here; it's a paradise...'

'Everybody get's hurt and you'll do worse if you follow along with it. Don't do it,' my thoughts shout hysterically, all wailing at different times. It twists my head around as they go back and forth, on and on.

It's driving me insane and I'm not even twenty minutes into this class. I look up at the screen, hoping to find a cotton-candy-elephant thing but I only see Riley scream in anger, darting up to her room. I don't want to break up, and I don't want to hurt Jade. I want both things but, as my mind reels in a wild wind, I can't.

-(:)-

I slip into the car, pulling the seatbelt across my chest. Once the buckle clicks, my head picking itself up as Beck's truck grumbles, the engine starting. He gives a small wave from the steering wheel before driving off the parking lot, my hands waving back. A soft, smile is still stitched across my lips. Trina finishes talking to her friends before seating herself in the front seat, closing the door. With the key in the ignition, the car rumbles, her hands fumbling through her purse. "So uh," she starts, her head shaking as she couldn't find the item she was looking for, "You alright?"

"I'm fine, I was just having a weird day yesterday," I nod quietly. She doesn't take it - I didn't really expect her to - but she drops it anyhow. Perhaps she knows that I don't slap people randomly and then call it a "weird day" usually.

With the answer hanging in the air, giving the atmosphere a slight taint to it, the car is off of the school grounds and on the road. My eyes remain on the side window of the car, my eyes vaguely watching my dad's windshield glinting in the light at the front parking lot of the school. This parking lot is smaller than the other, though some faculty members and visitors still use it for the convenience of the front office right beside it.

I don't know what to do, honestly. I just- there's so much whirling around in my skull and buzzing in my body that I just feel like a jumbled mass. Nothing makes sense even if I was taught it since first grade. I can't comprehend what I actually want and need...but the small, new voice does.

'That's right, I do,' it rasps softly.

I don't want to break up with Beck, I really don't. He's a good boyfriend, as my mom continuously says because, after all, she's not exactly wrong. He does everything I've always wanted a boyfriend to do like crack jokes, be a gentleman, just be nice with those around me and protect me. He has done all of that and I wouldn't really call it unfair that I have to give back.

'But what if you haven't been giving enough? Maybe you should work on that, it'll help your relationship with him,' the voice suggests. I nod softly at that, my thoughts raging on the other hand. They continue to scream, throwing me off balance.

'Jade, Jade, Jade,' they chant, flickering pictures of her naked body against mine.

No, that can't be right though... I don't have feelings for her and I was drunk and she was nearing that too. I mean, after all, I've never felt anything for her before, right? It was just a one-night stand, nothing else. Just, it wasn't anything else, no. I'm with Beck because he asked me to be his girlfriend and I said 'yes,' and for a reason too. I mean I never went after him necessarily but he's always been a nice guy so, I can't break up with him.

'Cheers to that,' the voice nods in agreement, the other thoughts shaking their heads wearily. I smile forms across my lips at the new voice, its presence becoming more welcoming.

"What are you grinning about?" Trina's eyes dart from the mirror.

I twist my attention towards her, pulled from my own world. "Oh nothing, it's just a better day than yesterday." She nods slowly turning the corner for our neighborhood.

"Did you two have fun last night then?"

Flashes of her go through my mind - provided by the thoughts that occupy my skull - sending a sickening lurch in my stomach. "Yeah, we- we did..."

"So did you get over that other time then?" she asks cautiously, not wanting to step on toes. Little did she know, though, she accidentally stepped on my tail in an effort to avoid my digits.

I shift in my seat briefly, Trina not picking up on it as we cross a short street, going to our house, I mumble, "I- yeah...a bit." The car rolls to a complete stop in our drive way, my fingers quickly unbuckling the seatbelt. I open the car door gingerly, my hands shaking like they had before. There's a war in my mind and I just need one side to shut the fuck up; it's driving me insane. The voice and thoughts clash together with a fiery rage, my steps aching each time I take a step towards the front door.

'Jade...'

'Beck...'

'Jade...'

'Beck... What has Jade done for you?'

'Jade... What has Beck done for you?'

They go back and forth, unceasing. I grit my teeth as I grip the railing firmly, my eyes darting towards Trina who strolls to the kitchen. My legs move from their paused state, moving me to my room. I sit myself on my bed once I get there, my grip curling against the sheets. I feel torn, Jade's claws digging into my left shoulder, begging for me to go to the movies while Beck grasps my wrist with a tight grip, wanting me to go to the beach.

I don't know what feels better, they both hurt. I don't know what I want to do, the options both sound just as good. She offers time with each other while Beck offers fun at the beach...I wouldn't know what they want to do after that. Would one just leave me home or take them to their place? Would one just dump me to the curb and leave me? Where are all of these thoughts coming from- I swear they aren't mine! I've never had a problem that tore me apart like this.

Beck's a gentle giant with a big heart but Jade's made of iron, not able to reach inside... Why is this such a hard decision? It shouldn't be, anybody would immediately know which to choose but how the hell can I not? I was drunk for crying out loud!

'But you still want her. You really do,' my thoughts sooth quietly.

'Don't listen to them. Beck is who you need, he's the perfect man for you to marry,' the voice murmurs in my opposite ear.

I can practically feel their small, little weights on my shoulder, their glares at each other right under my nose. They both sound promising with their soft tones.

'Marriage? I haven't even thought about that,' the crowd of thoughts mutter dumbly.

The voice chuckles at their ignorance. 'Because you don't want to plan ahead. The road you're after is rocky. Choose this one, it's smooth and leads to a great life... you know a relationship with Jade won't last long...'

'It lies,' the thoughts hiss, 'Don't listen to it... You need to talk to her. Talk to Jade. Apologize for what you have done.'

All that I have done? What exactly does that mean? I only slapped her, sure, but it was only one thing... Though, my gut wrenches quickly, my hands running through my hair with my elbows at my knees. I don't know what to do...just, I need a side to be by mine.

'I will. Don't listen to them...'

And so they start, going back and forth as my eyes start to burn, wanting it to stop. Beck is my boyfriend and that's that. But I want to talk to Jade as well and apologize; I didn't mean to hit her in all honesty. They grow louder, sending me to my knees. I can't keep all of this to myself, it's impossible...but there's no one to tell, this room is dark and empty of any living soul other than me and the possible spiders in the corners.

My shoulders shake as I hold the carpet with my left hand, my right covering my eyes. "Be quiet," I whisper under my breath, the battle not quitting. Though, I begin to feel warm wrap themselves around my waist, my eyes widening. "Trina?" I speak a bit louder.

"What's wrong? You've been off all day and don't give me any other shit," she mumbles, helping me sit up. Of course she would notice. It isn't like everyday; I didn't even come home last night... "Did you- did you sleep with Beck?" I only nod, my sisters eyes dropping to the ground in thought. "Was he bad and you're now all...weird?" I know she's trying but it isn't the same. Though, she's the only person who knows that I talk to, Andre aside. I shake my head briefly, her head tilting to the side curiously. "Then what's-"

"I know who," I cut across, my throat hoarse.

"What?" she gasps, "W-who?"

My eyes flicker up to her, my teeth clenched. "Uh, I- er... It was, um," I mumble, the name not forming on my lips. "It was Jade..." came out very softly; I would be surprised if Trina caught it. She does, however, sitting back with a shocked expression written across it. I know her mind is going back towards the night after the party, and then yesterday.

"Wait...but you were drunk-"

"And she was almost. She's the one who drank mom's whole bottle in a matter of minutes," I sputter out the truth, grimacing as she nods slowly.

"Shit. But, I thought she didn't like you. And yet, you two had," her words were cut off by her own shock. "Did she take advantage-"

"That's- that's the thing, she wanted it but she didn't want to have sex drunk," I mumble, not wanting Jade to be painted all black, "I-I initiated it. I wanted it then and she went along with it... I don't, I never even had a crush before."

"Oh- oh god," she whispers, "What are you going to do? Do you like her now?"

"No," I mutter, the voice lacing my words together, "I'm just going to stay with Beck and let this wash over." My eyes flicker across the carpet, my thoughts uncertain; I'm even uncertain. "He's a great boyfriend and I'm not sure how well I would go with Jade considering our history."

I glance at mirroring, dark eyes, which are in deep thought. "...okay, I guess I wouldn't really do anything different I suppose... But Tori, talk to me whenever you need to, alright?" she mumbles, wrapping her arms around my shoulders in a tight hug, "I'll listen to this sort of stuff. Okay?"

"Alright, thanks Trina," I smile, hugging her back before she leaves the room to watch TV. My lips falter as I climb into my bed, my eyes glued to the ceiling. I turn to the other side, my chest lighter once I had let those words fly, whether or not- never mind. My skin prickles against my shirt, my thoughts going back to that night, a long while ago; it's strange to think it has only been a month though. Jade slept in my bed before...and I let her.

"What a fucking, great first sleepover," I growl quietly, my mouth tingling from the curse that spewed passed; I don't normally do that.

My head twists around, eyebrows furrowing at the thought of my phone. I quickly search through the bag I had dropped on the floor, finding my phone's illuminated screen in my eyes. I quickly open it, finding a new text from Beck.

Beck- Hey! I forgot my math notes in my locker, u think u could send a pic? :P

I smile briefly, my mind momentarily off the stressful matters.

Tori- Sure, I'll just find my notes in a bit.

Tori- How are you anyway?

The reply comes soon, seeing as he had originally texted only a few minutes ago.

Beck- Alright. I'm having to clean my floor again tho

Tori- Why?

Beck- Someone broke into my RV again

Beck- Don't worry tho

Tori- Why?! Someone's getting into your RV! D:

Beck- Nothing was stolen this time. I think they were after the CD... The only stuff they went through was with the CD box

Tori- That's actually really freaky

Beck- Eh. I'll get it sorted tomorrow and put another lock on the door maybe. I'll figure it out

Beck- Anyway, I have to go quickly, my dad's needing me :)

Tori- Alright. :)

Despite the smile on the screen, there is none across my lips for a number of reasons. And all of them are just strange...

It's kind of funny how the new voice was presented or whatever in psychology. I don't know why I thought of it but, whatever. And I must say, I'm even yelling at the screen about how the situation is developing... I'm mad at myself but the other half is laughing. I don't know why but this is really fun to write. XD

Anyway, I do hope you are enjoying it because if you aren't, then it wouldn't be as fun.

;)