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**Author's note: **OMG, I
can't believe I'm writing
this! I've never shipped two
girls before but the
"Victorious" girls are all
just very, very, awesome
together. Especially Jade
and Tori; they have soooo
much tension and
chemistry it's ridiculous! I
love the pairing so much
that after reading other
authors' wonderful fics, I've
decided to try my hand at
it. It just looks like so much
fun! Needless to say, this is
my first, but I'm not gonna
ask you to take it easy on
me. I wanna make sure I
get it right, so if you see
something wrong, tell me.
If what you say makes
sense to me, I'll change it.
Thank you so much for
checking out my story. I
hope you enjoy it!
Another thing; SKRowling
had to help me with my
Spanish. Her one fic, "On
the Flip Side," has Tori
using a lot of Spanish and I
thought it was so realistic
considering she's supposed
to be half Latina; so thank
you SKRowling!
**Disclaimer: **I don't
own Victorious; but I
really, really, wish I could
say otherwise. I'd be
making bank! Also, a lot of
dialogue in this chapter
comes from the pilot
episode.
{~TORI~~}
It's my first day here at
Hollywood Arts and I've
already messed up. I spilled
coffee all over this really
hot guy; and me, being the
idiota that I am, attempted
to wipe it away by rubbing
it into his chest.
Yeah, that only made it
worse. And as if that wasn't
bad enough, his girlfriend
walked in and pretty much
screamed at me for
touching her boyfriend.
Can't say that I blame her.
Like I said, he's really hot
and I was rubbing on his
chest.
Now, my new teacher's
here, Mr. Sikowitz, and I'm
soooo embarrassed. I sink
into my seat at the sight of
him, hoping he'll forget
what happened this
morning.
He doesn't.
After introducing me as the
new student to all my
peers, he thanks me for
giving him two dollars this
morning.
André, the only person I
know here at this school
besides my sister, elbows
me in the ribs. "Why'd you
give him two dollars?" he
whispers loud enough for
the _whole _class to hear.
"I thought he was
homeless!" I hiss back,
sinking even lower into my
chair.
This would've never
happened to me at
Sherwood High, my old
school. None of my old
teachers would've dressed
in loose khakis, layers of
tacky worn out tops, or
come to school barefoot; oh
and _none of them would
_dare sport a bald patch in
the middle of an abundant
array of unkempt hair as an
acceptable hairstyle. It's not
my fault I thought he was
homeless. The man _looks
_homeless!
"Now today, we're going to
continue our study in group
improv. Tori!"
I jump in my seat.
"I assume you're familiar
with improv." Mr. Sikowitz
points at me.
I sit up, eager to prove that
I'm not just the idiota who
mistook my teacher for a
homeless man. Only…I
have no idea what the chiz
improv is. "Uh, well, yes
and no." I answer.
That was good. I said I
know some but not a lot;
meaning I'm not completely
lost.
"What does that mean?" he
counters.
Jammit!
"No." I admit.
"Okay! Crash course," he
begins as turns away from
us and walks toward the
white board. Then he
points at the word
"IMPROV" on it. "Improv!
Acting without a script.
Which means the actors
must make up their own
actions and dialogue as
they perform the scene,
understood?"
No. I kinda don't
understand, but just as I'm
about to tell him so, he
moves on.
"Good! Jade! You will
captain the first group of
the day. Choose your
actors!" He claps and walks
back toward the board.
I watch as he stares at it.
He seems to be a bit lost in
thought as he rubs his
hands together. He's such
an odd man. The way he
moves his arms about as
he's speaking is just so
dang wild and
exaggeratedly expressive.
Then I hear my name.
I look up at the front of the
room at the girl who called
me, Jade I think Mr.
Sikowitz called her. She's
calling me up so that I can
be a part of her group, but I
don't wanna go. It's my first
day, I don't know what I'm
doing; and to top it all off,
she's the hot guy's
girlfriend. I doubt she
wants me to go up there for
any other reason than to
pay me back for touching
her boyfriend. It's in her
eyes. The way those baby
blues are glaring at me, I
just know I'm in deep chiz.
André nudges me in the rib.
Okay, that's really starting
to hurt. "Go on," he
encourages.
But I don't wanna go. I just
wanna watch. I'm about to
ask if I can just watch
when André nudges me
again.
Hay! That one really,
_really, _hurt. I scowl at
him.
He has no sympathy for
me, just points to the front
of the stage.
Ya! I'll do it!
I take a deep breath and
walk up front slowly. I try
not to make eye contact
with the hot guy's
girlfriend, with Jade,
either, but I can't seem to
help it.
She's still glaring at me.
I wince; and that's when the
corners of her mouth lift up
into the most evil smirk.
Sweet chiz, I'm gonna die.
"Okay, let's give 'em a
place," Sikowitz says to the
rest of the class, completely
oblivious to the fact that
I'm more than just suffering
from a little stage fright.
I'm scared out of my wits!
"Home!"
I look at my classmates and
note that a boy named
Robbie was the one to
shout out this answer. I met
him earlier. He and his
puppet, Rex, were the ones
who told me how to get to
this classroom. (Weird I
know; but this is a school
for the artsy. There should
be a ventriloquist or two
here I guess.)
"And now we need a
situation," Mr. Sikowitz
continues after writing
"home" on the board.
"Big news." This
suggestion comes from
André.
"André, nobody wants to
see big nudes," Mr.
Sikowitz explains.
I clap my hand over my
face just as André repeats
what he really said. Big
news, not big nudes.
"Ah! Well that's different."
The eccentric teacher
doesn't seem abashed at all
as he goes back to the
board and writes down
André's suggestion.
Jade takes a step toward
me. I back up, just a little
bit, and she smirks again.
"Uh, why don't you go wait
in the hallway," she
suggests, pointing toward
the door.
That's it? I can do that. I
can do that really good
actually. So, I go and do
that.
"Okay, at home, big
news…and action!" I hear
my teacher say before I
shut the door.
I don't have to wait in the
hallway long before Jade
comes to get me. She pulls
me by my arm, back to the
front of the classroom.
"I went to the animal
shelter and got us…a dog."
She smiles and looks at me
expectantly.
Que demonios?
Oh. The "big news." The
family got a dog; and_ I'm_
the dog. Of course…
"Uh, yep." I chuckle
nervously. "I'm the new
family dog."
Dogs don't talk, Tori.
"Woof," I add on.
Jade rolls her eyes at me
before taking a few steps
away. "Sikowitz, will you
please tell this amateur that
dogs can't talk."
I know that!
"And that they don't walk
on two legs."
Oh, that's low.
"Sikowitz!" She yells when
she gets no response from
our teacher. He's too busy
drinking from a coconut
(weird) and he tells us so
before adding on, "but it's
true Tori. If you're gonna
play a dog, be a dog."
I exhale slowly before
getting down on all fours. I
really don't like this Jade
character. I say character
because she looks every
part of a villain. Dark hair
with blue streaks, pierced
eyebrow, pierced nose,
tattoo on her arm, dark
jeans, dark top, and…red
boots? MALVADA! Just
plain evil I say!
"And action!" Sikowitz
yells.
Jade's pretty good at this
because she doesn't miss a
beat. "I went to the animal
shelter and got us a dog!"
she repeats her line
smoothly.
Immediately, Cat (I met her
earlier too, such an
interesting girl) and a boy
named Eli begin to pat my
back…like I'm a dog.
Guacala. Kill me with a
rock.
"Can the dog sleep in our
bed?"
I look up then. It's the guy,
the hot guy. Jade's
boyfriend. I nearly blush.
Not because he's hot. Well,
the perfect brown hair, dark
eyes and dark skin are a
dreamy combination on
him, but really, it's what he
said. He's got balls. Well,
of course he's got balls.
He's a guy; but he's got big
cojones if he can ask his
scary girlfriend if I could
sleep in the same bed with
him… in front of
everybody.
Jade glares at her
boyfriend. "No, honey, it
can't!"
Ouch, she called me an "it."
Jade walks toward me. I
hope she doesn't kick me.
She looks the type to kick
puppies. But I stay put. I'm
just so dang brave.
She reaches toward me and
grabs a few strands of my
hair. "Uh oh, looks like this
dog has bugs in her fur,"
she announces.
I growl a little bit in my
throat. I do not have bugs
in my fur…hair!
The two "kids" behind me
cry, "eww,"and "gross"
before they jump back
away from me, no longer
wanting to pet my back. I
appreciate that; but I'd
appreciate it more if it
wasn't because _Jade
_claimed she found bugs in
my hair.
"Aw, it's okay," Jade
continues. I watch her walk
away as she explains how
she once read on the
internet that coffee works
great for getting rid of fur
bugs. She keeps walking
until she's in the
"audience," plucks a cup of
iced coffee out of some
guy's hand, and then she's
heading back toward the
"stage"… towards me!
She's _really _gonna do it;
pour coffee on me. I can
tell. She's popped the lid
off, she's standing next to
me, and she's beginning to
tip the cup.
Coffee? In _my _fur? No
thank you!
I nearly get up and run, but
nooo…dogs don't run on
two legs.
Then out of nowhere, an
idea comes to me. And this
has got to be what improv
is all about; thinking on
your toes. I have to play a
dog? Okay, I'll play a dog.
Before Jade can spill any of
that coffee on me, I lunge
forward and sink my teeth
into her leg.
Yeah, gank. Dogs bite.
She gives a little shriek of
surprise before falling right
on her butt, the coffee
spilling all over the front of
her shirt.
Wepa!
The whole class is lol-ing,
even Sikowitz.
She gets up quickly and
shouts, "You stupid bitch!"
"Jade!" Sikowitz
reprimands. The whole
class is silent. She just said
the B-word.
"What? She's a dog.
Female dogs _are
_bitches." Jade answers
matter-of-factly.
"Good point. Action!"
Sikowitz yells
enthusiastically; and then
Jade's coming at me as if
she was never interrupted.
My eyes go wide. He's
supposed to be my teacher!
He's supposed to keep me
safe, to protect me, but he
just…He's really just gonna
let her…But she's gonna
kill me!
No sooner than I come to
that conclusion, she grabs
me by the collar of my
shirt; just as if I had been a
real dog with, well, a collar
around my neck.
I'd admire how well she's
stayed in character; you
know, remembering that
I'm supposed to be a dog
and all, but Dios mío!
There's like… freakin' fire
coming out of her nostrils;
and at the sight I nearly
wazz my pants. There's no
way I'm gonna let her
improvise her next action,
considering she's just
drawn her left hand back.
She definitely intends to
slap me, and I doubt she's
gonna "pretend" to do it.
So, I bite her again, this
time on her arm, right
where her star tattoo is.
"Shit!" She hisses and lets
me go immediately.
The whole class starts
laughing again. They think
this bull poopy is funny. I'll
admit it. If I were in the
audience, I'd think it was
funny too; but I'm not. I'm
improvising a scene in
which my co-star or
whatever is gonna beat the
crap out of me under the
guise of "acting."
And I don't wanna get beat
up. So, I run, on all fours,
toward the hot guy. He's
got balls. He'll stand up to
the dragon and save me. I
know it.
And I'm right.
"Whoa, babe, calm down,"
He says, holding up his left
hand to stop his girlfriend
from retaliating. His other
hand is petting the top of
my head. "She didn't mean
it, did you girl?" Then he
turns to face me and gets
down on his knees. Next
thing I know, both my
cheeks are in his hands and
he's nuzzling my face much
like what a human would
do to a real dog.
What a good actor!
I can do this. I can be a
good actress too.
Okay, think Tori. You're a
dog; and what do dogs do
when their faces are being
nuzzled?
I smile when the idea
comes to me; then, I wiggle
my rear. Hey, if I was a
dog, I'd have a tail, and I'd
be wagging that thang, yes
I would!
"Good girl." The hot guy
chuckles; and before I can
embarrass myself by
blushing, I give a small
"woof" and lick his cheek.
"That's it! I want that stupid
mutt put to sleep!" Jade
yells. Oops, I kinda forgot
about her.
"But babe"-
"To sleep, Beck!" she
interrupts whatever her
boyfriend's protest was
going to be.
Ah, so that's his name.
Beck. It's kinda nice. Me
gusta.
Beck sighs dramatically.
"Fine, I'll take her." And
with that, he pulls me by
my imaginary collar toward
the door.
Yep, I died in my first
improv assignment, but it
was waayyy better than
getting coffee poured in my
fur.
{~O~}
Author's note: I hope you
don't mind. I changed a few
things. I know cast
members of Victorious
don't start using
"Victorious slang" such as
"wazz," "chiz," and all that
other stuff until later
episodes, but I wanted to
make it a part of their
vocabulary now. Also, I
know Beck asked if the dog
can sleep in their "room"
not "bed," but I purposely
changed that as well. If you
see other "mistakes" like
that, I probably did it on
purpose too…Okay, maybe
not really;)
And I'm also really sorry if
you feel anyone is OOC.
But if you think about it.
They kinda gotta be a little
bit, otherwise there'd be no
fanfiction;) Yeah, that was
a lame excuse…
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