oy... if I tell you I hate the episode love the song one more time... but that is the truth here again. I got some extras around the story. Hope you enjoy my dramedy.
Diddly Bops
Tori sat on the couch, her PearBook balanced on her lap, watching iCarly with a wide grin plastered across her face. It was an episode that had aired a few days before, and she couldn't help but giggle at the antics of the characters.
In this particular scene, Sam was expressing her admiration for Shelby Marx, the teenage martial arts prodigy, who had recently won a tough fight against Maya Feckler. "She's so cool," Sam exclaimed. "Fifteen years old and kicking butt in the ring!"
Carly, ever the skeptic, questioned, "Is she really that tough?"
Tori chuckled and replied to the screen, "No, you're right, Carly... She's not so tough."
Just then, Shelby walked in from her training session, dropping her gym bag at the door. She glanced over Tori's shoulder, curious about what was on the screen.
As the episode progressed, Tori turned to Shelby with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey, Shelb, you should totally do an exhibition fight with Carly," she suggested, referring to the playful challenge Carly had just made on the show.
Shelby raised an eyebrow, considering the idea. "Hmm, I'll think about it," she replied, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. Watching the rest of the episode together, they enjoyed the thought of Shelby stepping into the ring once again, even if just for fun.
Andre paced back and forth in his bedroom, frustration gnawing at him as he struggled to come up with a song for his upcoming meeting with the Devolution Records executives. The pressure weighed heavily on his shoulders, and despite his best efforts, nothing seemed to be coming to him.
Feeling increasingly desperate, he decided to take a break and clear his mind. As he stepped into the living room, his gaze landed on the liquor cabinet. An idea sparked in his mind, and without hesitation, he made his way over to it.
With a quick glance around to ensure that his grandma was already settled in bed, attended to by her nurses, Andre reached for the bottle of Kahlua. It was a bold move, but he figured he needed something to break through the mental block that was holding him back.
Heading to the kitchen, he grabbed a gallon of chocolate milk from the fridge, the creamy liquid offering a comforting familiarity. Back in the music room, he poured a generous amount of Kahlua into the chocolate milk, watching as the two liquids swirled together.
Taking a deep breath, Andre lifted the glass to his lips and took a long swallow. The rich sweetness of the chocolate milk mingled with the warm, slightly bitter taste of the Kahlua, soothing his frayed nerves. For a moment, he allowed himself to savor the sensation, hoping that the alcohol would help him tap into his creativity.
With a sigh of satisfaction, Andre set the glass down and returned to his keyboard, feeling a renewed sense of determination. As he began to play, the melodies flowed more easily, fueled by the newfound inspiration coursing through him. Perhaps this unconventional concoction was just what he needed to unlock his creativity and craft the perfect song for his meeting.
Jade paced back and forth in the cramped RV, her nerves on edge as she waited for her boyfriend Beck to return from his trip to Canada. She couldn't wait to see him again, to feel his warm embrace, and to kiss those pouty red lips of his.
As she heard the sound of the door opening, she rushed towards it and flung it open, a wide smile spreading across her face. There stood Beck, with his tan olive skin and fluffy brown hair, looking even more handsome than she remembered. She couldn't wait to wrap her arms around him and never let go.
But as she tried to make out with him, Beck pushed her off slightly. Jade's heart sank, and her annoyance rose. He had been gone for over a week, and if he didn't want her, then he must have found someone else to satisfy his desires.
'Who was she? What was her name?' Jade asked, her voice laced with hurt and anger.
Beck immediately reassured her that nothing had happened while he was away. He had missed her just as much as she had missed him. But Jade couldn't shake off the feeling of insecurity that had crept in.
Trying to change the subject, Beck reminded Jade about the school play that they both had auditioned for. 'Who got the lead on uptown, downtown?' he asked, hoping to distract her.
Jade's anger only intensified as she picked up a pillow from Beck's bed and screamed into it. Tori, the girl she despised, had gotten the lead role. And to make matters worse, Beck was supposed to play opposite her in the play.
Jade had been counting on Beck to get the lead role, and she had hoped to snag Tori's role. But now, she was left with just a minor role, and rehearsals were starting this week after school.
Feeling frustrated and defeated, Jade collapsed onto Beck's bed, tears streaming down her face. Beck sat next to her, trying to comfort her. But Jade couldn't help feeling disappointed and betrayed.
As Beck wiped away her tears, he knew he had to make it up to her. He slowly and lovingly made love to her, trying to make her feel better. As they lay entwined in each other's arms, Jade couldn't help but feel grateful for Beck's love and support.
At that moment, she realized that no role in a school play could ever compare to the love she shared with Beck. And with that thought, Jade's anger and disappointment melted away, and she fell asleep in Beck's arms, knowing that he would always be there for her, no matter what.
Cat was frustrated and hurt. She couldn't understand why Daniel was pushing her away. They had been dating for a few months now and things had been going great. They had a strong connection and she felt completely comfortable around him. But now, at this moment, he was pulling away from her and she didn't know what to do.
'Daniel, what's wrong?' Cat asked, her voice soft and concerned.
'I'm sorry, Cat. I just...I can't do this right now,' Daniel replied, his voice shaky.
Cat sat back in her seat, confused and hurt. She couldn't understand why he was suddenly pulling away from her. 'Is it something I did?' she asked, her voice trembling.
'No, no, it's not you. It's me,' Daniel answered, avoiding her gaze.
Cat could see the pain and insecurity in his eyes. She knew something was bothering him, something deeper than just their make-out session in the car. She reached out and gently touched his hand, hoping to comfort him.
'Daniel, please talk to me,' she pleaded.
He took a deep breath and finally looked at her. 'It's just...I've been feeling really insecure lately. My ex-girlfriend, she...she made me feel inadequate like I wasn't good enough for her. And I don't want to feel that way with you.'
Cat's heart ached for Daniel. She couldn't believe that someone would treat him that way. She knew she had to be careful with her words, she didn't want to make things worse for him.
'Daniel, I don't know your ex, but she doesn't define you. You are an amazing guy and I am lucky to be with you,' Cat said, sincerity in her voice.
Daniel looked at her, his eyes softening. He could see the genuine care and love in her eyes. He knew she was right, but he couldn't shake off the insecurity and fear that Tori had instilled in him.
'I know, but it's hard to let go of those feelings. I don't want to disappoint you,' Daniel admitted, his voice breaking.
Cat leaned in and kissed him gently. 'You could never disappoint me, Daniel. I care about you and I want to be with you, but only when you're ready. I don't want to pressure you into anything.'
Daniel felt a rush of emotions. He was grateful to have someone like Cat in his life, someone who understood and cared for him. He leaned in and kissed her back, this time with more passion and desire.
'Thank you, Cat. I'm sorry for pushing you away,' Daniel said, his voice filled with regret.
'It's okay, Daniel. We'll take things at your pace, I promise,' Cat reassured him.
And with that, they both knew that their relationship was stronger than any insecurities or past relationships. They would work through it together and come out even stronger
The bell rang, signaling the end of Sikowitz's lecture, and he absentmindedly dismissed the class with a vague farewell before pausing, as if struck by a sudden thought. "Wait. Tori, Andre, Beck, Jade, Cat, Robbie. Stay for a moment."
The six friends exchanged curious glances and remained in the room, their attention now focused on their eccentric teacher. Tori, ever observant, noticed the bag next to him. "Um… why do you have a woman's purse?''
Sikowitz glanced down at the unexpected item in his hand, a perplexed expression crossing his face. "I don't have a wo… Good gandhi where did this come from?" He dropped the purse, a puzzled frown knitting his brow. "And where are my dozen bagels?"
The mention of bagels sparked memories of his morning hunger, a consequence of indulging in some potent Indica the night before. His mind had been set on enjoying a dozen delicious treats from Einstein Brothers Bagels, but it seemed his plans had gone awry.
"Can I leave?" Jade's bored voice interrupted his thoughts, drawing his attention back to the present. The six students awaited his next words, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement.
"Wait… How would you teenagers like to do something for money?" Sikowitz asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, his earlier confusion momentarily forgotten.
The six furrowed their brows, exchanging knowing glances as they realized their teacher's state of mind. Nonetheless, they decided to entertain his idea. "Can we have some details first?" Tori spoke up, ever the practical one.
Sikowitz grinned smugly, relishing in the attention. "Well, I assume you're all familiar with Kevin Chase."
"The guy who owns, like, half the hotels in Vegas?" Beck inquired, stepping forward and prompting a swift rebuke from Sikowitz.
"I'm telling the story!" Sikowitz exclaimed, a hint of irritation coloring his tone at Beck's interruption.
"Sorry…" Beck apologized, raising his hands in surrender.
"Kevin was my roommate in college," Sikowitz continued, regaining his composure. "And now he's extremely wealthy, and his little boy is turning four years old this week. Ah, the big oh-four," he sighed wistfully.
"What do you want?" Jade interjected, cutting through the tangents with her characteristic bluntness.
"Kevin hired The Waggafuffles—" Cat gasped in excitement, her eyes widening with admiration, "—to perform a song at his son's birthday party."
"Oh, I love The Waggafuffles!" Cat exclaimed, unable to contain her enthusiasm as she began to mimic their famous dance moves.
Jade sighed impatiently, approaching the stage and holding out a dollar bill. "I'll give you this dollar to get to the point," she deadpanned.
Sikowitz responded with dripping sarcasm, snatching the bill from Jade's hand. "I couldn't possibly take your money," he retorted, his expression sour but amused.
As the conversation continued, the group couldn't help but wonder what other zany schemes Sikowitz had up his sleeve, even as they prepared to embark on this unexpected adventure.
The sunlight filtered through the café window, casting a warm glow over the table where Holly sat with Gary. They were on their second lunch meeting, a routine born out of necessity rather than choice, as Holly's husband David always seemed to be occupied whenever she tried to spend time with him.
Gary, always diligent in his duties, would emerge from his police work to join her, offering a sympathetic ear and companionship. As they delved into the conversation, Holly shared her concerns about her marriage, the insecurities plaguing her, and the challenges of raising three teenage daughters.
In turn, Gary confided in her about his struggles with his partner Kaylyn, who was battling her own demons. He spoke of her vulnerability and the constant fear he harbored for her well-being.
Holly listened intently, offering words of support and encouragement. "Just be careful, Gary," she cautioned softly, her concern evident in her eyes. "No matter how needy Kaylyn may be, she has no right to hurt you."
Gary nodded solemnly, his gaze flickering with gratitude. "I know, but... it's complicated," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration.
Their eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, something shifted between them. There was a magnetic pull, an unspoken understanding that lingered in the air.
And then, as if unable to resist any longer, Gary leaned forward and kissed Holly. She responded instinctively at first, her heart pounding in her chest, before the realization of what was happening hit her like a wave.
She pulled away abruptly, her breaths coming in short gasps as she struggled to comprehend the rush of emotions coursing through her. Confusion, guilt, desire—all battled for dominance within her conflicted mind.
"I-I'm sorry," Gary stammered, his expression a mix of regret and longing.
Holly shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "No, Gary... I-I can't," she murmured, her words tinged with regret.
With a heavy heart, she gathered her belongings and rose from her seat, the weight of her conflicting emotions pressing down on her. Without another word, she hurried out of the café, the sound of her footsteps echoing in the empty space behind her.
Back at her law firm, Holly threw herself into her work with renewed determination, hoping to bury the memory of that kiss and the tumultuous feelings it had stirred within her. But deep down, she knew that the lingering echoes of that moment would haunt her for a long time to come.
The Vega household buzzed with the energy of the group of six as they gathered in the living room, their customary meeting spot for group activities. Tori, now the unofficial leader of their little crew, exuded warmth and enthusiasm, while Trina, her sister, couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at the invasion of her space.
Trina entered the house, her steps heavy with reluctance. She glanced at the lively group occupying the living room, their chatter mixing with the sound of laughter. A part of her longed to join in, to be a part of something bigger than herself, but another part, buried beneath layers of indifference and pride, resisted.
As Shelby dropped her gym bag at the door, the group erupted with excitement, bombarding her with questions about her recent fight with Maya Feckler and the possibility of participating in iCarly. Shelby replied with a noncommittal answer, explaining she needed to head back to Seattle soon, leaving her plans uncertain.
Interrupting the chatter, Tori interjected with a reminder of their impending task. "Guys, we don't have time to waste. We need to write this song for the gig," she insisted, her voice cutting through the excitement.
"Yeah, yeah, we know," Beck replied, rolling his eyes playfully. "But can't we just take a break for a minute? It's not like we're on a tight deadline."
Tori shot him a playful glare. "We are if we want to impress Kevin Chase. This could be a big opportunity for us."
Jade scoffed, leaning back against the couch. "Impressing rich dudes isn't really my thing."
Cat, ever the optimist, chimed in with a smile. "Come on, Jade! It could be fun! Plus, think of all the cute little kids at the party!"
Trina, feeling disconnected from the conversation, made her way upstairs to her room. She had no interest in what the group was doing; their excitement felt foreign and distant to her. Upstairs, she closed the door behind her, enveloping herself in the quiet solitude of her own space.
In the living room, the group continued to grumble about the prospect of writing for three-year-olds, their voices blending into a cacophony of discontent. Trina watched them from the top of the stairs, feeling a pang of envy at their camaraderie. Yet, deep down, she knew she couldn't force herself to join in. Not when her heart wasn't in it.
"Okay, what do we have so far?" Tori said, approaching Andre at the piano with two lemonades in hand.
"I don't know… um... Cat, record this," Andre replied.
"Recording," Cat chimed in with her high-pitched voice.
"My grandpa has a nose, and my grandma has a nose. Everyone you know has a nose, nose, nose," Andre began to sing instead.
"My Armenian grandfather's nose got blown off in the war," Jade cut in, not bothering to pause in her snipping. "So that song is a filthy lie."
Beck squeezed Jade's shoulder lightly, a silent gesture of support. Jade glanced at him for a moment before shrugging off his hand.
Tori furrowed her brows at the small, silent exchange before turning back to her PearBook. The dynamic between Beck and Jade always intrigued her, though she knew better than to get involved in their drama. Those two separating would be a personal disaster for her. Because, despite the bro code dictating otherwise, she found Jade undeniably attractive. But Jade was straight, adding another layer of complication to their already complex relationship. Ugh.
"Well, I'm sorry," Andre shrugged haplessly, interrupting Tori's wishful thinking. "I'm a serious musician. I don't know how to write a little kiddie song."
"Why did we agree to do this?" Beck asked, finally looking up from his phone, where he had been texting a new friend from yoga class.
"It'll be fun!" Cat chirped immediately.
"Yeah," Jade chuckled sarcastically. "It's so fun to put on humiliating costumes and dance around like idiots for sticky, little three-year-olds."
"Four-year-olds," Tori corrected Jade with a roll of her eyes, then watched as Jade, annoyed, began to snip at her mother's daisies with a ferocity that the flowers didn't deserve.
"Okay, let's think," Beck clapped, attempting to take control. "What do four-year-olds like?" He glanced at Tori, a small smirk playing on his lips, which she noticed before her attention was drawn to the intense glare Jade was directing her way.
"Um," Cat hummed in thought, breaking the tension. "Cartoons?" she offered.
"Animals," Andre suggested next.
"Being annoying," Jade added, her eyes never wavering from Tori.
"Broken glass," Robbie sang with a strum of his guitar.
Everyone glared at Robbie. He shrugged, a hopeful smile on his face.
Andre's phone buzzed, and his face lit up when he saw the caller ID. "I gotta take this. Be back in a sec."
Tori picked up her PearBook and did a quick Google search while they waited. "Oh, here! On Splashface, it says the top seven most popular kiddie songs are all about food." She turned her laptop around to show the guys.
"So, let's write a song about food!" Cat chirped excitedly.
"Broken glass is not a food…" Robbie began to sing again.
"What is wrong with you?" Tori cut in loudly, her frustration evident. Beck shot her a sharp look, silently reprimanding her.
Robbie fell silent, and Jade chuckled. "I liked it," she commented with a smirk.
In the kitchen, Andre was finishing up his conversation. "Alright, great," he said with a wide smile. He hung up the phone and called Tori over. "Hey, Tori! Come here."
Tori set aside her computer and headed in his direction. "What's up?" she asked when she was next to him.
"Remember last week, how I sent my demo to that music producer?" She nodded. "That was him," Andre continued excitedly. "He played my demo for his boss, and they might wanna sign me to their record label."
"Shut up!" Tori squealed, opening her arms for a hug.
"You shut up!" Andre responded, and Tori leaped into his arms, enveloping him in a tight hug.
"So, now what?" Tori asked as she separated from him.
Andre beamed. "He wants me to come up with another song!"
"That's so great," Tori exclaimed, her excitement matching his.
"Let's finish writing this one, 'cause I have a lot of work to do," Andre said, getting back to the group.
"We were thinking we should write about food," Tori said, walking in behind him. And so the night wore on. The group ordered pizza and talked about their favorite foods until they had come up with some tolerable lyrics.
On the day of the performance, amidst the flurry of final preparations, Tori found herself in a conversation with Sikowitz, discussing logistical details and financial arrangements. However, Cat's urgent interruption abruptly ended their discussion, claiming that Jade couldn't fit into her costume. Tori hurriedly followed Cat, leaving behind a bewildered Sikowitz.
Entering the dressing room, Tori quickly understood the problem.
Jade was struggling to pass through the tight plastic at the waist of her costume, hindered by her ample bosom. Tori could see the frustration etched on Jade's face as she tried to maneuver her way out of the predicament.
"Will you just fucking help me?" Jade's voice echoed with exasperation as she struggled to free herself, her hands trapped behind the costume.
"Okay…" Tori replied, trying to figure out a solution. "I'm just… I'm not trying to cop a feel, Jade. Just want to see how…"
"Just help me!" Jade interrupted, her tone strained.
"Okay…" Tori carefully cupped one of Jade's breasts, feeling a bit flustered, and pushed gently. The costume budged only slightly. "Hey Cat, can you pull on the plastic right by my hands?"
"Okay, okay," Cat responded, grabbing hold of the plastic as Tori continued to guide Jade. With concerted effort, they managed to maneuver Jade into the costume, though it took several attempts and adjustments.
"Jade, push your arms down," Tori instructed, her hands lingering at Jade's hips as she worked to assist her. When Jade's head finally emerged at the top of the hamburger costume, her face was flushed with embarrassment.
"Thanks," Jade muttered, turning away abruptly.
Tori cleared her throat, feeling a bit awkward, and quickly turned to retrieve her own costume.
As Sikowitz introduced them as "The Diddly-Bops," Tori noticed Jade rolling her eyes so intensely it seemed they might pop out. Shaking her head, Tori focused on the stage, running out with the rest of the group.
The performance went smoothly, and their practiced routines paid off. Despite the unconventional audience, they poured their energy into the short song, enjoying the moment even if it wasn't the crowd they had envisioned. The realization of their situation hit later.
As they declined an encore and shuffled offstage, Jade's smile quickly dissolved into a scowl. She growled in frustration as she began to extricate herself from the hamburger costume.
"Vega, with me now!" Jade's curt command snapped Tori out of her reverie, and she hastened to follow Jade, ready to address whatever new challenge awaited them backstage.
Tori stepped out of her costume, discarding the cherry headpiece and shedding the cone and ice cream parts until she stood in the room with Jade, clad only in her slightly damp unitard.
Jade's discontent was palpable, evident in every irritated word she uttered as they struggled with the stubborn costume. Tori couldn't help but sympathize with her friend's frustration, knowing full well the discomfort she must be feeling.
"Fine, Jade, I'll give you my cut," Tori offered, feeling a pang of guilt for putting Jade through this ordeal.
With a mixture of relief and gratitude, Jade accepted Tori's offer, albeit with a begrudging nod. Tori's hands moved instinctively to assist Jade, once again finding themselves between Jade and the unforgiving plastic. As Tori applied gentle pressure, she felt Jade inhale deeply, a sign of relief washing over her as she was finally freed from the confines of the costume.
Getting out proved to be much easier than getting in, and soon Jade stood liberated, albeit slightly disheveled from the ordeal. Tori couldn't help but admire her friend's resilience, even in the face of such discomfort. As they both caught their breath, Tori couldn't shake the feeling of empathy for Jade, and resolved to make it up to her somehow.
Together, they breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the worst was behind them. Tori offered Jade a reassuring smile, silently conveying her support and understanding as they prepared to face whatever challenges awaited them next.
Jade had never been so conflicted in her life. She couldn't understand why she was feeling this way, but every time Tori's hands touched her, she couldn't help but feel aroused. It was confusing and overwhelming, but she couldn't deny the fire that was building inside of her.
After the performance, Jade couldn't take it anymore. She had to get away from Tori's alluring presence. Without even waiting for Beck, she fled the scene and made her way home. She needed to clear her head and figure out what was going on.
But as soon as she stepped into her room, her thoughts were consumed by Tori once again. She couldn't escape her, no matter how hard she tried. And before she knew it, her hand had wandered down to her throbbing core.
With each touch, Jade moaned Tori's name. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she couldn't stop either. Her fingers moved expertly, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
As she imagined Tori's perfect figure, her perky breasts, and long brown hair, Jade's arousal only grew. She had never felt this way before, not even with Beck. But she couldn't deny that she loved having sex with him. It was just different with Tori.
Her body trembled as she reached her first orgasm, but she didn't stop there. She couldn't. She continued to pleasure herself, picturing Tori's hands on her body, her lips on her skin.
Jade lost count of how many times she came that night, but she knew that it was more than she ever had with Beck. And as she lay there, panting and spent, she couldn't help but feel confused and guilty.
She loved Beck, she truly did. But Tori had awakened something inside of her that she didn't even know existed. She didn't know what to do with these feelings, but she knew that she couldn't ignore them.
Jade closed her eyes and let out a sigh, knowing that things were about to become even more complicated. But for now, she would just enjoy the afterglow and try to make sense of it all.
As Jade sat in her room, staring at Tori's theater history book that she had borrowed without permission, a mischievous grin tugged at her lips. Her mind swirled with conflicting emotions, the most prominent of which were the unwelcome, yet undeniable, sexual thoughts she had been having about Tori.
Refusing to confront these feelings head-on, Jade sought solace in her immaturity, choosing instead to channel her discomfort into an act of defiance. With a decisive flick of her wrist, she grabbed a can of fast-drying paint and began to coat the cover of Tori's book in a thick layer of black.
As she worked, Jade couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over her. In her mind, this small act of rebellion served as a means of asserting control over her turbulent emotions, allowing her to push aside the confusing attraction she felt toward Tori.
Deep down, Jade knew that her actions were petty and childish, but in that moment, the need to distance herself from her newfound feelings outweighed any sense of rationality. She convinced herself that by provoking Tori's anger, she could justify her own immature behavior and avoid confronting the uncomfortable truths lurking beneath the surface.
With the cover of the book now obscured by the black paint, Jade allowed herself a fleeting moment of triumph before tucking it away, ready to face whatever consequences her actions may bring. Little did she know, this small act of defiance would set off a chain of events that would force her to confront her feelings in ways she never imagined possible.
The next day, Jade made a deliberate entrance, calling out loudly to catch Tori's attention as she rounded the corner. "Hey, Vega!"
Tori turned from her open locker, curious about Jade's approach. "Here's your theater history book. Thanks," Jade said, handing Tori a textbook with a cover now completely painted black.
Tori blinked slowly, turning over the book in her hands, then looked up at Jade with a puzzled expression. "Why is it all black now?" she asked, genuinely confused by the sudden change.
Jade shrugged casually, popping a stick of gum into her mouth. "I had black paint," she replied nonchalantly as if that explained everything.
"But..." Tori frowned, still puzzled, "But why would you paint—"
Before Tori could finish her question, Lane's voice called out their names across the hallway. "Hi," he greeted them as he approached, a little kid named Devon in tow.
"Hey," Tori greeted Lane back warmly, while Jade chewed her gum with exaggerated loudness, her expression unchanged.
Lane beamed proudly, patting Devon's shoulder. "This is my little nephew, Devon. He loves the Diddly-Bops and wanted to know if he could get your autographs."
Tori glanced nervously at Jade, who remained frozen in place, her eyes widening in alarm. Tori turned back to Lane, noting Jade's unease. "Uh, how does he know about the Diddly-Bops?" she asked, her confusion growing.
"Oh, he saw you guys perform your song, 'Favorite Foods,' on that website. You know, Videos For Kiddios?" Lane explained enthusiastically.
"What?" Jade repeated, her shock evident in her tone.
"We're on that website?" Tori's eyes widened in disbelief as she exchanged a bewildered look with Jade.
Lane nodded enthusiastically. "Top of the homepage!"
Jade cut in, her voice tinged with disbelief, "Someone recorded us?"
Meanwhile, Devon eagerly held out a small notebook and pen, requesting autographs from the two girls.
"Sure," Tori replied, still processing the unexpected turn of events. She scribbled a quick note and signed her name before passing the pen to Jade.
As Lane pointed out Tori and Jade's respective costumes to Devon, Jade reluctantly wrote her autograph, her mood visibly darkening.
Fuck Off, Jade x
When Devon noticed the profanity in Jade's note, Jade's defiance was palpable. She defended her choice of words, unapologetic in her expression.
Lane's discomfort was evident as he quickly ushered Devon away, attempting to defuse the situation. Tori and Jade exchanged a knowing glance, silently agreeing that this unexpected fame was not what they had anticipated.
David stood by the edge of the boxing ring, his gaze fixed on his daughter Shelby as she sparred with her partner. Pride swelled in his chest as he watched her movements, her dedication evident in every punch and dodge.
When Shelby paused to take a drink of water, David saw an opportunity to approach her. He walked over with a smile, but his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of advancing in the police force, a desire fueled by his family's needs and his own aspirations.
"Hey, Shelby," he greeted her warmly, trying to push aside his concerns for the moment. "You're looking sharp out there."
Shelby wiped the sweat from her brow and returned her father's smile. "Thanks, Dad. Just trying to stay focused," she replied, her voice tinged with determination.
David took a moment to admire his daughter's resilience before broaching the subject that weighed heavily on his mind. "Listen, sweetheart, I've been thinking about some things lately," he began, choosing his words carefully. "I want to make some changes in my career so that I can spend more time with you and your sisters."
Shelby raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident in her expression. "What kind of changes?" she asked, setting down her water bottle.
David hesitated, knowing that his decision could have far-reaching implications for their family. "I'm considering applying for a position that would take me off the beat," he admitted. "It would mean a chance to advance in the force and have more control over my schedule."
Shelby's eyes widened in surprise, and David could sense her apprehension. He reached out to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I know it's a big decision, but I want to be there for you and your sisters as you all continue to grow," he explained earnestly.
Shelby took a moment to process her father's words, her mind racing with thoughts of the future. "I understand, Dad," she said finally, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Whatever you decide, I'll support you."
David felt a swell of gratitude for his daughter's understanding. With her support, he felt more confident in his decision to pursue a new path in his career, one that would allow him to prioritize his family above all else.
As Shelby returned to her training, David lingered for a moment longer, his heart filled with determination and hope for the future. With his daughter's encouragement, he knew he could face whatever challenges lay ahead.
When she was done, The gym was quiet, the echoes of training sessions fading into the background as Shelby settled into the ice bath to soothe her tired muscles. David sat beside her on a nearby bench, his gaze thoughtful as he considered the conversation he wanted to have with his daughter.
"Shelby," he began, his voice soft but determined. "I've been thinking about starting a program in the force to help underprivileged youth. It's something I believe in, but it's going to require a lot of my time, especially in the beginning. I might have to take several trips out of town, and I'll probably miss some of your fights."
Shelby listened intently, nodding as she processed her father's words. "I understand, Dad," she replied, her voice calm but tinged with a hint of sadness. "It's important work, and I know you'll make a difference."
They fell into a comfortable silence for a moment before David broached another topic. "What about you, Shelby? What do you want to do with your life?" he asked, turning his attention to his daughter.
Shelby sighed softly, the weight of uncertainty settling over her shoulders. "I'm not sure, Dad," she admitted. "I love fighting, but I know it's not something I can do forever. I've been waiting for Tori to finish high school so we can go to college together. She's my priority right now."
David nodded, a proud smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "That sounds like a solid plan," he said, his voice filled with fatherly pride. "But Shelby, do you ever feel like you're growing up too fast? Is there anything else you'd rather be doing?"
Shelby hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features before she spoke. "Well, there is someone I like," she confessed, her cheeks flushing slightly. "But he's here in LA, and I'm gone all the time for fights. It just wouldn't work."
David considered his daughter's words thoughtfully before offering his advice. "Shelby, I'm not in a rush for you to start dating," he said, his tone gentle yet firm. "But you deserve to find happiness, and a date isn't going to derail your dreams. Why don't you ask him out?"
Shelby shifted uncomfortably in the ice bath, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement at the prospect of taking her father's advice. "But what if he likes Tori?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
David raised an eyebrow, his expression thoughtful. "Does Tori like him?" he countered, his gaze searching Shelby's face for any sign of insight.
Shelby hesitated, knowing the weight of her sister's secret but choosing to protect it. "I don't know if Tori is into boys much," she replied evasively, opting not to reveal her sister's true feelings.
David nodded understandingly, sensing his daughter's reluctance to delve further into the matter. "Well, why don't you talk to him and see what happens?" he suggested, offering Shelby a reassuring smile. "You never know unless you try."
Shelby nodded, feeling a sense of determination settle over her. "Thanks, Dad," she said, gratitude shining in her eyes. "I'll give it a shot."
At lunch, Tori and Andre sat together, their attention drawn to a clip that had resurfaced on social media from Videos For Kiddios to Splashface.
"Aw man," Andre groaned, burying his head in his hands. "I don't wanna be on the internet lookin' like a big blob of stupid spaghetti."
Before Tori could offer any reassurance, Trina's voice sliced through their conversation like a knife. "I thought we were sisters!" she exclaimed, her tone laced with accusation.
"Nah, I'm a dude," Andre quipped, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, though it was overshadowed by his distress.
"Not you," Trina retorted, plopping down heavily at the table and directing her gaze solely at Tori. "You formed a musical group and didn't ask me to be in it?"
"We didn't even want to be in it," Tori protested, gesturing between herself and Andre.
"Then, why did you—"
"Hey Andre, there's a handsome man over there who wants to talk to you," Sinjin interrupted, causing the teens to look over at the peculiar boy before following his extended finger. Andre's face lit up with surprise.
"He is handsome. Who is he?" Tori blinked, momentarily distracted by the unexpected development.
"He's the music producer from the record label, remember? He's their third partner," Andre explained, his excitement evident in his voice.
"Music producer?" Trina perked up, already rising from her seat in anticipation.
Tori reacted quickly, grabbing Trina's wrist and pulling her back down to her seat. "Down, girl," she urged, her tone firm.
"I'll be back," Andre declared, rising from the table and swiftly making his way over to the man.
As Shelby approached Tori's school, she spotted the man she came to see, but his expression betrayed disappointment. He was engaged in conversation with a sharply dressed Asian man, prompting Shelby to hang back behind a nearby red SUV to eavesdrop.
"But I don't understand," Andre's voice carried, tinged with confusion.
"Man… it's not me," the Asian man replied, his frustration evident. "Look, my boss was checking you out online, and he saw you in that spaghetti costume singing about your favorite foods." He mimicked a little dance, causing Shelby to stifle a giggle. She had seen the video and found it cute, knowing Andre had written most of the song. Her admiration for him swelled.
"That was a one-time thing…" Andre pleaded earnestly. "I swear I take my music very seriously."
"I know that, but… Michael's got this thing about the image," the man shrugged, disappointment lacing his tone. "And you know, guys who dress like pasta and sing songs about fruits and chicken fingers…"
"Nuggets…" Andre corrected sheepishly, earning a suppressed giggle from Shelby. He was so endearingly random.
"Nuggets… that's not the image he wants for the label," the man finished, his tone regretful. "Sorry, kid."
The dejection in Andre's eyes tore at Shelby's heart. She wondered what she should do, especially since she had come to ask him out. But now was clearly not the right time.
Just then, Trina bounded up to the man and launched into her usual off-key singing. Shelby cringed in embarrassment for herself, her sister, and the entire Vega family. "Tori, come get her please!" she silently implored as she ducked behind the massive car.
Helpless to intervene, Shelby watched as the producer climbed into his car—coincidentally the very car she was hiding behind to escape her sister's antics. Shelby darted away and hid behind another nearby vehicle as Trina's pursuit was halted by the school security guard.
She glanced back at Tori's lunch table, intending to join them, but now uncertain. Andre looked upset, and she didn't want to intrude on his distress. Opting to hang back, she settled at a nearby table with a group of students who greeted her warmly. "Oh, hey Tori," they greeted, mistaking her for her sister.
Smiling back, Shelby whispered to her newfound companions, "I'm hiding from my friends." They nodded in understanding, seemingly oblivious to the commotion just a few tables away where a doppelgänger of herself was causing a stir by ruffling Andre's hair.
As Shelby tried to focus on the conversation around her, she overheard Andre's disappointed rant. "I've just ruined every shot I have ever had at getting signed to a label."
"Dude…" Beck, a tall and cute boy whom Tori had mentioned, began, "You know you're an awesome songwriter and singer."
"The best," Tori chimed in.
"Yeah, and there are other record labels," Jade added.
"And they're all going to look me up on the internet and see me dressed like a pile of noodles singing a kiddie song," Andre lamented.
"Well, maybe…" the other curly-haired boy interjected, "but that doesn't mean your life is over."
Andre's demeanor shifted, and both he and Jade seemed to grasp the deeper meaning behind the words. They fell silent, contemplating the sentiment with a newfound respect.
As Trina returned, panting from her exertion of chasing a moving vehicle, Shelby couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for her sister. She really should learn to be less desperate, Shelby mused, maybe then she would have a better chance at winning.
"Hey guys!" Cat's cheerful voice broke the tension as she bounded over to their table, excitement radiating from her. "Guess what?" Without waiting for a response, she giggled and continued, "I got us another gig!"
Tori, her suspicion evident in narrowed eyes, was the first to voice the question on everyone's minds. "What kind of gig?"
"The Diddly-Bops," Cat shrugged, her enthusiasm undiminished. "I got us booked at the Green Meadow Mall, Friday, after school."
Confusion and borderline irritation spread across the faces of the group as they gaped at Cat. Tori articulated their collective thoughts. "Why?"
"'Cause little kids love us," Cat explained simply, her smile faltering under their disapproving stares. "I thought… we all liked being the Diddly-Bops…" She trailed off, sensing their reluctance.
"We hate it!" they all chorused simultaneously, causing Shelby to flinch sympathetically for the crestfallen girl.
Jade's tone was firm as she pointed at Cat and delivered a decisive declaration. "We are never performing as the Diddly-Bops ever again."
Cat's pout deepened into imminent waterworks, and the group exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond to her disappointment.
"I'll be a Diddly-Bop," Trina interjected suddenly, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. The group turned to her, a mix of shock and irritation coloring their expressions.
"Why?" Jade questioned, her skepticism palpable.
"Because I will be on stage performing in front of an adoring audience," Trina declared with unwavering determination, her dedication to the stage shining through. Shelby admired her sister's commitment to the craft, even if her singing abilities left much to be desired.
"You'll be dressed as a hamburger," Beck pointed out, confusion evident in his tone.
"Singing to four-year-olds," Robbie added, echoing the sentiment.
"Don't you have any respect for yourself?" Tori challenged, her disappointment evident.
Shelby echoed Tori's sentiment silently, wondering the same herself. However, Trina chose not to dignify the question with a response. Instead, she turned to Cat and simply stated, "Take me to the hamburger."
"Come on!" Cat squealed, her happiness restored.
"I'm out of here," Andre sighed, gathering his bag and preparing to leave. This was Shelby's chance to talk to him, so she followed him inside, eager to seize the opportunity.
"Hey," Shelby said softly, approaching Andre. He was seated on the floor, legs stretched straight out in front of him, back leaned against the bottom-most row of the bleachers. He held a carton of chocolate milk in one hand, his keyboard spread across his lap. "What are you doing? You missed two classes," she asked, her voice tinged with concern. It had taken her some time to find him, unfamiliar with the layout of the school. She should have known he would be in the black box theater. It seemed to be where all these kids felt at home.
"I'm just sitting here," Andre shrugged, his tone flat and devoid of his usual cheeriness.
"What, pouting?" Shelby attempted to tease.
"No," Andre defended, immediately crossing his arms over his chest and furrowing his brow. Shelby chuckled and blew her bangs away from her face as she settled in front of him. "What are you doing here, Shelby?"
"I came to talk to you," she replied. "But when I got here, you were upset, and your friends were trying to help. So I waited until they had class, and I've been looking for you. Tori told me you didn't show up to class and to try the Theater… but I didn't know where that was, so it took me forever," she smirked.
He smirked back. "Well… I'm fine," he said, attempting to sound less disappointed and failing.
"Look, I know you're upset, but you're not making things better by ditching class and sitting here by yourself, drinking a gallon of chocolate drink. Where did you even get such a big jug?"
"Festus," Andre grumbled, snatching back the jug that Shelby had picked up to examine. "Do you understand that, for me, being taken seriously as a singer and a songwriter is everything?"
"People do take you seriously," Shelby insisted, her voice filled with empathy.
"They did, until…" Andre corrected her, his fingers idly playing a familiar tune on the keyboard. "Ooh, yummy yummy. Ooh, yummy yummy. Ooh, yummy yummy," he sang in an awful mockery of "Favorite Foods."
Shelby shrugged. "It's catchy," she insisted, desperate to find any positive spin on her crush's situation.
"Catchy like a rash," Andre bit back, taking a big gulp of chocolate milk.
"Okay, then," Shelby agreed, undeterred. "If you don't like your song, change it."
"What do you mean, 'change it'?"
"Y'know," she shrugged, "change the lyrics. I'm sure in that wonderful brain of yours, you have some lyrics in a backlog somewhere." The bell rang. Shelby glanced at the door, then back at Andre. "Well, if you're not going back to class, do you want to just hang with me?"
"Yeah, I mean, maybe," Andre scratched his head.
"Come on," Shelby urged him. "Let's get out of here. I have a spot I like to go for some thinking."
Andre shrugged and played the chords for the chorus again. His face contorted in concentration as he tried to hear the notes differently, adjusting the tempo until he settled on a slower ballad-like speed. "If you don't mind… can we just stay here instead?"
"Me too?" Shelby asked.
"Yeah… I think your perspective will help," he said with a smile.
Shelby smiled and sat right next to him, leaning in close as he worked out some new words in his head. "I don't know what you've been used to," he sang softly. "Never been with a girl like yo-ou. Give you a love that's true to," his voice dipped, "Your heart, na-na na-na-na-na," his voice rose again. His face broke into a tentative grin, while Shelby beamed wide.
She smiled at him. "See? I knew you had it in you." Shelby playfully punched Andre's shoulder, her punch a little harder than usual, causing him to flinch.
"Ow…" he said softly, meeting her gaze. She was so close, and she was so beautiful. Their eyes locked, and Shelby's gaze flickered down to his lips before returning to his eyes. His eyelids fluttered, and she leaned in. Their lips met, and it was like Shelby's mind completely melted. This was what she had been wanting, what she had been waiting for.
She pulled back, blushing, and gave him another love tap on the arm. He laughed and looked down at the keyboard. "Come on, hit me with more," Shelby said, changing the subject back to his music.
Andre happily obliged their moment together adding a new layer of inspiration to his lyrics.
As Andre and Shelby entered the house, excitement brimming in Andre's eyes, Tori looked up from her spot on the couch, noticing the animated expressions on their faces.
"What's got you two so hyped up?" Tori asked, curiosity piqued.
"We fixed the song," Andre exclaimed, barely able to contain his enthusiasm.
"We?" Tori raised an eyebrow, glancing between her sister and Andre. Shelby blushed, her cheeks tinted with a rosy hue.
"Okay, let's hear it," Tori said, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Andre nodded eagerly, he moved toward the piano and started to play the melody to favorite foods on the keys. As Andre sang the new lyrics, Shelby watched him intently, her heart swelling with pride and admiration. She could feel the emotion pouring into every word he sang, and it stirred something deep within her.
"I'll give you my song, these words, to you," Andre crooned. "Sing you what I feel, my soul is true. I don't have the world. Can't give it to you, girl. But all that I can do, all that I can do, is give this song to you."
Tori could feel her cheeks straining. "Amazing," she breathed, leaning over the piano as Andre let the last notes fade. She clapped for him "That song is so awesome, how did you turn 'Favorite Foods' into this?"
"Shelby convinced me to stop drinking my chocolate drink and got busy," he said folding his forearms over the top of the piano. His confidence in his musical abilities is fully back.
Shelby stood next to her twin and placed her forearms on the piano as Tori insisted "You have to play this song for the record guy and his boss. I guarantee they're gonna love it."
"How?"
"You can do a live performance at school," Tori suggested.
"They're not gonna come," Andre shook his head, waving his hand to dismiss Tori's suggestion.
"Yeah, they will! I'll beg them. I'm a really good beggar!" Tori insisted. "Okay?"
Andre chuckled and rose to his feet. He shook his head, watching a flustered and wound-up Tori round the piano. "Dude," he started to say.
"Listen!" Tori grabbed Andre by the lapels of his flannel button-down, leveling a very serious and very determined gaze on Andre's face. "If I get 'em to come, will you just sing your stupid song that isn't stupid anymore?" she rushed out in a single breath.
Andre pursed his lips, considering Tori's offer. "Will you sing backup for me?"
Tori didn't hesitate to answer emphatically, "Yeah, I will!"
Andre finally caved and nodded. "Alright, I'll do it."
Tori squealed and wrapped Andre in a bear hug again. Andre chuckled into her shoulder. He reached a hand out to Shelby who looked a bit abashed in this situation. Tori's closeness with Andre always gave her pause.
She smiled and reached out a hand to him. And he pulled her into the hug. Tori quickly included her, but then There was a yelp and the sound of a person tumbling down the stairs. Andre, Shelby, and Tori broke apart to see Trina grappling with the hamburger costume.
"How did Jade fit her boobs into this costume?" she asked.
"Uh… " Tori's eyes widened, and a deep flush covered her face.
Andre glanced at Tori and raised his hands, one which still held Shelby's hand, in surrender. "I'm not getting involved. And I should head home anyway." He turned to his new muse and kissed her lips softly then grabbed his bag and headed to the door. Right before he was about to leave, he paused to turn around and repeat one last time, "Thanks, Shelby and Tori. For believing in me and staying by my side."
"Of course, Andre," Tori smiled. "Get home safe, and I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you. And good luck with…" he gestured at Trina still struggling to get to her feet, "that."
Tori grimaced and waved. After the door shut behind Andre, Tori turned to her sister with a huff and her fists planted on her hips. "What was that?"
"Um… I made out with your best friend?" Shelby answered.
Tori was about to explain that further, but was interrupted by Trina's voice. "Um, Hello a little help here?"
The things they did for Trina.
On Friday, after school, Andre and Tori took up their positions at the rooftop stage overlooking the Asphalt Cafe. A few of Andre's musician friends were waiting already, having received Andre's rough arrangement the night before. Robbie, Jade, and Beck had done their part to draw a sizable crowd to watch the performance. Even Lane had joined, after dropping his little nephew Devon off at the Green Meadow Mall for the Diddly-Bops performance. He did look a little confused why five of the members were still at school and not in costume at the mall, but he didn't really question it.
A familiar red SUV pulled up to the parking lot, and Tori spotted the music producer from earlier that week step out, alongside a stern-looking man on the phone.
She nudged Andre and nodded at the newcomers.
Andre cleared his throat and announced into the microphone, "This is called 'Song 2 You.'" He glanced around the stage and received affirmative nods. He strummed the beginning chords of the song on his guitar and began to sing. "I don't wear, designer clothes. I don't go to the finest schools. But I know…"
Tori's voice harmonized with Andre's as they sang the next line, "I ain't no fo-ool, baby."
They swung into the chorus not long after as the bass and drums kicked in behind them.
As they sang, Tori briefly spotted a van swerving into the parking lot, and several figures tumbled out of the vehicle, in varying states of distress. Trina, Sinjin, Cat, Sikowitz, and two other classmates Tori didn't recognize staggered to their feet. Their costumes were shredded and destroyed, with the stuffing poking out in several places. But they all looked up in admiration and were soon bobbing and swaying their bodies to the song.
"But all that I can do," they sang together, "all that I can do, is give this song to you." Andre sustained the last note, opting to leave it low as the melody faded out around them.
The crowd erupted into cheers, and Tori spied the two record people looking impressed as they clapped.
As Jade entered the black box theater, her hand intertwined with Beck's, she felt a surge of contentment wash over her. This week had been a whirlwind of emotions, but they had reconciled, and their bond felt stronger than ever. The memory of Tori and Andre's rooftop concert lingered in her mind, reminding her of the depth of love she shared with Beck.
However, as they entered the rehearsal space, Jade's sense of bliss faltered when Beck released her hand to sit beside Tori. It stung, even though she knew it was just where the director had instructed him to sit. Suppressing her emotions, Jade took her designated seat, steeling herself for the upcoming rehearsal.
The tension in the room was palpable as the cast gathered to read through the script. Jade couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she watched Beck and Tori interact. Their friendship was undeniable, and Jade couldn't shake the feeling of being on the outside looking in.
As the rehearsal commenced, Jade tried to focus on her lines, but her mind kept wandering back to Beck and Tori. She could feel the tension simmering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment.
Beck's attention seemed divided between Tori and the script, his eyes flickering between them with a sense of conflict. Jade gritted her teeth, willing herself to stay composed despite the turmoil raging within her.
Meanwhile, Tori appeared oblivious to Jade's inner turmoil, fully engrossed in her role as she delivered her lines with passion and conviction. It only served to exacerbate Jade's feelings of inadequacy.
As the rehearsal progressed, Jade found herself growing increasingly frustrated. She wanted to confront Beck, to demand his undivided attention, but she knew it wasn't the time or place. Instead, she buried her emotions deep down, determined to focus on the task at hand.
But beneath the surface, the tension continued to simmer, threatening to erupt into a full-blown confrontation. In the world of theater, where emotions ran high and egos clashed, Jade knew that anything could happen. And as she glanced over at Beck and Tori, the tension between them seemed ready to explode at any moment.