Author's Note:
Long story short: In my quest to retcon certain chapters in preparation for newer updates to this story, I accidentally ruined this version of the story. Honestly, I greatly prefer AO3's way of editing. Speaking of which, if you wanna read the fully intact version of this story, then go to: /works/15823368/chapters/36838134
Or simply look up The (Not So) Wonderful Diary of Miss Tori Vega in the search bar on AO3.
If I can't get things straighten out with this version of the story, I may delete it and reupload it at a later date.
To the readers and fans of this story: Many, many apologies, and thanks for your crazy amount of patience.
[Entry #001: Andre... and Jade?]
Friday, March 14th
11:27 P.M.
Have you ever fallen in love with someone? I mean, really in love. Well, I have and it's ruined everything.
*sighs*
I've been wracking my brain for days, wondering what I could have done to prevent this. Maybe if I would have said this. Maybe if I would have done that. Honestly, it probably would have been better if I just kept my mouth closed. But enough of me rambling. If you want to understand how this all happened, you must go back two weeks ago.
Oh, I forgot one other thing.
My name is Tori Vega and this is how I lost my best friend.
Monday, March 3rd
3:22 P.M.
Sunbeams were shining brightly through the kitchen windows. Spring Break had just begun, and I was eager to start enjoying it. The only problem was I needed to finish this boring monologue which was due next week. Sighing heavily, I stared vacantly at my laptop screen until the words started to blend. Ugh! When will this madness end?!
DING-DONG!
Snapping out of my trance, I left the kitchen table and headed to the front door. Who could this be? Finishing this paper is difficult enough without any distractions.
"What is it? What do you-" I asked, as I opened the door.
It was him.
"'Sup, Tori." smiled André Harris, as he stood there charmingly.
Damn, what was it about him that just made me go wonky at times?
"H-hey, what brings you here?"
"I just finished my paper and thought I'd drop by and see how you were doing with yours."
Ugh, he wanted to help me with my monologue? Those two pages of scribble were the last thing on my mind.
"Uh, thanks. I appreciate it."
As I let him into the house, I caught a whiff of his fragrance, and let me tell you, he smelled amazing.
Sitting at the kitchen table, he began reading the monologue on my laptop, "So you're doing a piece about admitting your feelings to a crush?"
"Is that bad or-"
"No, no. It's perfect. I can tell you've placed a lot of emotions into this."
"Yup, straight from the heart."
I don't know why I was leaving subtle hints. It's pointless doing so with most guys.
"So how many pages have you written?" I asked as I walked to the fridge to get us some drinks.
"About four pages. I wrote about the fears and uncertainties of my future and how I should overcome them if I ever want to become a successful musician."
"Wow, that's deep."
"I wouldn't exactly say that." He chuckled modestly. "It was the only thing I could come up with at the time."
"It still sounds fascinating to me," I responded while handing him a can of soda and sitting next to him.
"Thanks."
As he continued reading, André eventually asked something rather interesting.
"So, aside from this paper, how have you been since... the breakup?"
More than a week ago, I had broken up with this guy named Blake. We'd been together for a couple of months and I thought he was great, but a couple of days shy of our five-month anniversary, I caught him trying to grope Cat in the school's parking lot. Needless to say, both of us made sure Blake walked funny after that. A short time later, I discovered he also had two other girlfriends at Northridge High.
*Sighs heavily*
What is it with me dating guys who turn out to be absolute assholes? In the end, I was glad to be done with him and his bullshit.
"I'm feeling much better now." I replied, resting my head on my hand, "Thanks for asking."
"I wouldn't be much of a friend if I didn't care." smiled André.
"All the more reason why I can depend on you," I replied, returning his smile.
Being asked about my recent breakup got me curious about André's current relationship, "So, um... how are you and Kiko?"
He looked surprised I asked this, "Oh, Kiko... well, we broke up, too."
Did he say what I think he said?
"W-w-wait, are you serious?" I questioned him, "How? Why? I thought you two were doing great."
"It happened a couple of days ago. I didn't talk about it because I've been mostly busy, but it was for the best. Don't get me wrong, Kiko was awesome, but... she wanted to keep things casual between us."
"Oh..."
"There's nothing wrong with her wanting that, but it's not for me anymore." André continued, as I listened intently, "Now I'm eager for something more... serious."
To be honest, hearing him speak like this made me feel hopeful. I mean, c'mon! For the first time in months, both of us were single at the same time. Who knows what could happen at a moment like this?
"I think I get what you mean. You want a relationship where the two of you are the only ones that matter." I said, searching for the right words, "You want to know that no matter what, you'll always be number one in their heart."
"See, I knew you would get it." chuckled André, before his smile faded, "But there's something that I still can't wrap my head around."
"What is it?"
"It's how someone can be that greedy and stupid to pull some shit like that. At least in my situation, Kiko made her intentions clear about wanting to see other people. But Blake? He was a total ass for what he did to you." André stated as he looked rather bothered.
Worried for my friend, I reached to grab his hands, "Don't get yourself all worked over what Blake did. I love that you care so much, but it's his loss, not mine. So stop worrying, okay?"
Something in my words must have soothed André because his smile gradually returned.
"You're right. You're absolutely right." he started, before thinking for a second, "Perhaps I'm biased when I say this, but Tori... you're truly an amazing girl."
André had a knack for knowing what to say… at times. Thankfully, this was one of those moments.
"Find someone who appreciates you." he continued, now giving me his undivided attention, "Someone who isn't going to take you for granted."
After a brief moment of reflection, I responded, "Wow, um, I really needed to hear that, especially from you."
"Me? I'm not anything special," he spoke shyly.
As I caressed his hands, I smiled, "You are to me."
"Really?"
"Really."
For a brief moment, we locked eyes and I swear I'd never felt this way with anyone before. I've had plenty of tender moments with André in the past, but they never felt quite like this.
*Sighs*
I just wish it could have lasted a bit longer.
{A musical chime comes from André's phone}
Such perfect timing.
"One sec." he sighed, letting go of my hands and answering his phone.
Guess who was on the phone…
"It's Jade. This will only take a minute," André said, as he got up to continue his conversation with her out on the patio.
André and Jade, you see, were paired up for this huge drama scene that was due in two weeks. During this past week, the two have become even closer than before. And by that, I mean so close you would honestly think something was going on between them. But it wasn't, because Jade was too devoted to Beck.
"Okay. I'll see you soon, J." he laughed as he came back into the kitchen.
They even had silly nicknames for each other. Dré and J? Seriously? It was insane. Jade's name was already short, it didn't need to be shorten any more!
"So what did Jade want?" I asked, pretending to be interested.
"She wants to meet up at Jet Brew to go over some new lines she wrote."
Of course, she does.
"Oh well, I guess you better get going then," I replied, trying my best to hide my disappointment.
"I promise it'll just take an hour… maybe two," André assured, as I walked him to the front door.
"Okay... see you then," I replied regretfully as he left.
Because of this project of his, I haven't been able to spend more than a few minutes with him this past week. It's not that I didn't want him to get a good grade; it's that I would have preferred to have more time with my best friend.
…
Okay, okay! That, and I didn't like how much time they spent together.
As I sat back down at the kitchen table, I resumed working on my monologue, but my thoughts kept returning to André and Jade.
*Sighs*
Only time would tell if anything would happen between them, and I was only a bystander.