Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious, or anything else existing with the Schneiderverse. But I wish I did.

-Defining Insanity-

"Why can't we do a play about monkeys? I like monkeys!"

"Look, Little Red, we'd do that, but we need a good idea to get a good grade."

"Oh."

"What's wrong with my idea?"

"Babe, we can't play catch with newborn babies."

"You can't, but I'm sure I can."

"Wait, you've tried?!"

"I'm not answering that when you've got a camera on me!"

"What's wrong with a little attention, Jadey?"

"Oh, I want the world to watch me in different light, like when I'm sharing candy with hobos."

"I don't talk like that!"

"I don't know, I think it's pretty dead on. Maybe I can do better, I'm amazing."

"Trina, you're suppose to side with me on this, I'm your sister!"

Robbie sat on the floor of the Vega household, sitting in a circle with his five friends (six, if he counted Trina, which he didn't). The seven of them were discussing ideas for a script assigned to them as a group. The twist on it was that, while it was set by Sikowitz, it would be read by both him and another, stricter teacher: Gradstein. At the mere mention of his name, some of the shruggers had already whipped out notepads and such, writing out ideas. Sikowitz had then informed them that, to be sure their ideas were original, Gradstein had asked for them to record their progress on tape, which was why Tori was holding a video camera. They had decided to meet at Tori's and so far, they had come up with nothing that was both new and creative. They had started becoming desperate for an idea, to the point that they asked for Trina and Rex, who wasn't happy about missing out on school, for ideas. That had been the worst suggestion so far, as all of Trina's input involved her as the centre of attention and Rex's were always based on the Northridge Girls. He had been pondering for the last half hour now if he should just go back home. Maybe they would have better luck tomorrow.

"Look, I think I might just go home," he said, hands raised. They all gave him surprised looks. He hadn't spoken for a bit.

"That sounds like a good idea," Beck yawned, stretching his arms out. Robbie didn't understand why he would be so tired. They hadn't done anything.

"Yeah, we might as well call it quits for tonight," Andre agreed. "Try again tomorrow, we need to think on this for a bit before we start pitching any actual stuff."

Robbie nodded. He was about to grab his keys when he felt someone watching him. He turned his head and found his eyes meeting Trina's. He did nothing to hide the surprise in his eyes, raising his eyebrows. The look she was wearing was one of concern and worry.

"What?" he asked, regretting his action immediately as he realised what the answer might be.

"Are you okay?" was all she said. He hated it when questions were answered with another question, no matter the context.

"Yeah, Vega, why wouldn't he be?" Robbie got Rex to say. "Besides, in general, when has he ever been ok? If anything, he's absolute crap."

"Rex," Cat chirped. "That's not very nice."

"Right, right," Robbie couldn't stop Rex from saying. "Because insults are totally meant to be nice."

Cat looked confused. "Insults are meant to be nice?"

"Of course not, you ditz!" Rex hollered. "And I thought Rob was stupid. You got competition, Rob."

Cat's eyes began to water. "Robbie! Jadey! Rex is being mean to me again!"

"Shapiro, shut that thing up before I shove it down your throat!"

"Rex," Robbie scolded the puppet. "Quiet."

"Whatever."

Beck, Andre and Tori's attention, however, had been on Trina. "Trina," Tori began. "Why are you worried about Robbie?"

Trina looked stunned at her words. "Why... aren't you?"

"Well, he says he's fine, just having a bad day." Beck said.

"Why? Do you know something we don't?" Andre asked.

She was about to respond when she caught Robbie's eye. The look on his face was more than enough to silence her. This was pointless, however, as Trina's questions had caught the interest of everyone else.

"Robbie?" Cat asked curiously. "What is she talking about?"

He didn't meet her eyes. He could only look at the ground. He'd be damned if he looked into those chocolate brown eyes. If he looked at anyone in the eye. They were his friends, he knew he could hide it for only a while, and that when they did it wouldn't be pretty. He was screwed. He just had to play dumb.

"I don't know what she's blabbing about, maybe Trina hit her head when she was walking around in those huge heels earlier." Robbie got Rex to nod in agreement.

Tori turned to her sister. "What do you know?" she asked.

For once, Trina was the nice one of the two siblings as she frowned at Tori. "Can you try not to be so blunt? It's kind of a serious-"

"How do you know?" Robbie interrupted darkly. If what she knew was what he thought it was, then he needed to at least know how she knew. "How did you find out?"

"Oh," Trina gave him a sad look. "She... she was a fan of Divertisimo. The producer told me... his daughter was a friend of hers and... well, he knew I knew you."

Robbie inwardly cursed himself. He should've connected the dots. Rosy loved that awful show, purely because of how silly it was. With it's (incredibly) small fanbase, he should've known someone might hear about his sister and that Trina would catch word of it.

"Who's this 'she' person, Shapiro?" Jade smirked. "Finally found someone willing to be known as your girlfriend?"

"What?" Cat looked startled at this and the pitch of her voice seemed to have raised by an octave. "You've got a girlfriend? Why didn't I know about this?"

Robbie missed the panic in her voice, but no one else did. Beck and Andre rolled their eyes, the Vega sisters shared a look and the smirk on Jade's face grew.

"Him? With a girlfriend?" Rex asked. "Ha, hahahahaha! Aw, that's funny, that's real funny, that's freaking hilarious."

Robbie gave him a hurt look. "Rex!"

"Rob, stop avoiding the question," Beck said sharply. "What is Trina talking about?"

Robbie looked up at them all. He had to do it. He had to tell them. They were his friends. Travyl was wrong, he could tell them. No, you can't, Robbie felt something inside his head say. You can't, they do nothing but tease you. They're not true friends.

"I-Ican't tell you," Robbie said, lowering his head. "I can't, I... you wouldn't get it."

"Trina, why don't you just tell us?" Tori asked.

Trina shook her head. "It's not my place to tell you. It's Robbie's."

They all turned their gazes back to him. He fidgeted on the spot.

Tell them, Robbie. They deserve to know.

He stood up straight at the sound of that and, for a second, he was staring around the room. That sounded like... no, it couldn't be, she was...

He felt someone touch his arm. Robbie looked at Cat, her eyes overfilled with worry as she took in the fear on his face. Something had freaked him out.

"Robbie?"

Robbie took a deep breath. There was nothing there, he'd imagined it.

Go on, you can do it, no one knows your bravery like I do. He'd been expecting it this time, and as he glanced at everyone's faces, he realised they couldn't hear it.

Eyes closed, fists clenched and sweaty, Robbie softly answered their questions.

"My sister... she's dead."

-Defining Insanity-

Really, I just wrote this because I needed a filler... But I guess it counts as a cliffhanger.

A HUGE shout-out to Sofia13 and CabbieFluffQueen for reviewing. Sofia13, I hope you know that I'm a big fan. You're awesome. And, don't worrym future chaps will be a lot more clear on what's happening. Also to CutesyBunny for just having a REALLY long bio. If you're reading this, that thing took me twenty minutes to read.

Don't feel bad, it was fun.

I'll update when I can.

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