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When I Look at You

Chapter 8 ~ Friday


There had been screaming.

A lot of screaming.

So much so that his ears were still ringing as he pulled into the school parking lot and killed the engine while running a hand through his hair.

He was not ready for this.

Sinking down into the seat he sighed as he rubbed a hand across his face and winced slightly as a dull throb started up around his right eye.

Breaking up with Jade was bad for his health…actually for anyone's, really.

With fingers still laced around the wheel he tapped away idly as his mind wandered back to last night; how he had gone to Jade's house expecting a clean break.

Boy was he wrong.

Instead of Jade opening the door, Beck was instead greeted by a shirtless guy wearing nothing but boxers and the remnants of a whip cream bikini top.

Both boys had stared dumbfounded at one another.

Beck knew Jade was cheating, but this was just unexpected.

The other guy apparently thought so too.

"We're sorry; you have reached an automated voicemail. Please lea—"

"What the hell are you doing Sebastian?" Beck remembered stifling a chuckle: Sebastian?


And he was human answering machine to top it off!

"Get back inside! What did I tell you about answering the door and phones?" Jade screeched as Beck saw her round the corner from the living room clad in Sebastian's shirt.

She stopped dead upon seeing him there on her front porch.

"Beck…" She breathed, her abnormally pale skin paling to an almost unimaginable white not yet discovered.

"Jade." He had stated back, hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face.

"W-what are you doing here? You said you were helping your dad was his car!" Her words only proved to him how easily she had bought into the lie he had told mere hours before.

She'd apparently learned nothing about him through all their dating.

He never helped his dad with anything.

"We finished early, so I thought I'd come over…but you're apparently busy…" He tried his best to look like a wounded puppy.

"It's not what you think!" Jade had immediately scrambled to explain as she pushed past Sebastian (god, what a name!) to try and reason with him outside.

"It's alright, I've seen everything I need to," he'd responded, pulling his hands from his pockets to wave in front of him, "we're over." And with that he'd started to turn, only to be viciously pulled backwards.

That was unexpected.

"You're not even going to give me another chance? Look at how long we've dated! How much we've been through!"

"We've been together for two years, one of which you consistently broke up with me. And what have we been through?" He'd calmly asked as he pried her fingers from his shirt. "You constantly screaming and bossing me around is hardly a relationship."

"But I can change! I did last time! I got you that dog, remember?" God, he was internally enjoying this.

"No, Tori got me the dog after you forced her to help you. She's the only reason I took you back."

"Really? And what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means what it means!" He had reasoned back with a shrug, trying as hard as he could to remain calm and neutral despite the ogling eyes of Jade's newest flavor and the said girl's glare.

"This whole thing is about Tori!" Jade had accused him as she thrusted a finger into his face, causing him to step back slightly. "You've always had a thing for her and now you're using this as an excuse!"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but it seems to me that you're the one cheating and I'm the one breaking up with you because of that." He remembered Jade screeching at him as he talked to her as though she was first grader.

It only pissed her off more.

"You knew I was cheating so you came here to prove it!" She'd raged, seemingly grasping at straws for what to do next.

"If I knew you were cheating I would have dumped you when I found out," he'd pointed out simply, "why would I wait until now?"

"Your logic pisses me off!" She had screamed with such fury that he didn't even see her fist flying at him until it was too late.

And that was how he, Beck Oliver, became a free man.

With simple logic and a conveniently well timed visit, he had tackled the beast in such a manner that she had no way of seeing it coming.

He could have done without the black eye, though, but it was a small price to pay.

Shaking his head as though erasing an Etch-A-Sketch, Beck pulled the keys from the ignition and started across the parking lot to school. He reared his head proudly, showcasing his ex-girlfriend's vengeance as though a battle scar.

And in some weird way it was.

"Ouch, man! That's gotta hurt." Andre sympathized as he fell into step with the young actor.

"It's not too bad; hurt a lot more last night."

"Did you put a steak on it?"

"No…I went for the more conventional ice pack."

"Hm…still equally effective!" The other boy said with a shrug as they both pushed through the main doors and progressed to their lockers.

"So how mad was she, like, on a scale one to ten?"

"A ten, definitely."

"Damn. You must have really got to her!"

"Well it wasn't hard," Beck slightly bragged as he twirled his combination into his lock, "Sebastian was standing there behind her half naked."

"Wait, wait, wait…Sebastian? As in the crab from that mermaid movie?" Andre asked with an incredulous look on his face.

"Yeah," Beck grinned, "Sebastian." He still couldn't believe it.

Not that it was bad name or anything…but Jade and Sebastian?

It just didn't sound right.

"So what are you going to do now?" Andre continued to ask he pulled the proper books from his locker, while Beck just stood there and watched with a slight frown on his face.

He knew what he wanted to do; he just wasn't sure as to how to go about it.

"I don—" He admitted briefly before being abruptly cut off as he pulled open his locker door only to be met with a landslide of sand. Shuffling his feet in vain, he attempted to kick off as much grains as possible from his shoes and jean cuffs.

"What the…" Andre marveled as he rounded the small corner between them and took in the sight of the miniature desert before him. "Who…?" He asked, only to trail off as he watched Beck bend down to sift through the sand and scoop up a small piece of paper highly resembling a note.

"'Can you believe it's been a week? How tides fly!'" He read out, looking to the dread locked boy for some form of wisdom or enlightenment only to be met with an equally confused look.

"Tides?" Andre asked, once more looking down at the small pile of sand, completely missing the epiphany that shot across Beck's features. "Shouldn't it be 'time'?"

"No…" Beck mumbled as he thought, "sand…tides…the beach!" He explained, slapping Andre lightly on the shoulder. "Take notes for me in class, man, I have somewhere I have to be!" And with that he turned on his heel, completely ignoring the sand in his shoes and the throbbing in his eye from where he was smiling too much.

He was off to embrace his newly found freedom.


It wasn't as warm as she would have liked, but at least it was empty.

And it should be; it was the middle of the day!

Normal people were at work and school, learning and doing things; sticking to the routine of life.

But she, Tori Vega, was taking a chance.

A chance with Beck Oliver.

God she was nervous.

Putting the sand in his locker had been no easy feat; she was amazed that it had even worked. The stuff got anywhere and everywhere except where she wanted it to go, but after much planning and a bottle of water or two later, she had successfully made a small sand castle that would hopefully hold until Beck arrived at school.

And to top it off she had left a small note as the flag waving proudly above her structure.

But she was still nervous.

Looking down at the stack of small sized cups littering the towel next to her she wondered if eating that much Fro-Yo was a good idea. It did help ease the knot in her stomach, but then again she had done all that running yesterday.

Ever since last Friday her life had taken a turn for the crazy and unimaginable.

All with one little slap post, too.

Who'd have thunk it?

Running a hand nervously through her hair she surveyed the beach left and right and found that nothing had changed drastically in the last two hours that she had sat there. Some people had left, some had come, but for the most part the coast was devoid of any life save for the seagulls and other rats with wings.

She frowned as the knot in her stomach clenched tighter.

Would he come?

Would he understand the note?

Would he know it was from her?

The weight of it all was crushing Tori Vega.

With an out loud groan she fell backwards onto her towel, an arm thrown over her face in a vain attempt to block out the sun and endless blue sky above. She tried hard to focus on the positive, but doing something like that was hard when the future was impossible to foresee.

"Nnnnuuuhhhhhhh…" She moaned out, her words lost to the wind as it picked up slightly and whipped her lose hair around her neck and face. Moving her arm to brush it out of the way she glanced up to see a figure standing above her. Squinting into the sunlight directly above her she could barely make out any features of her visitor.

"Hey stranger." Screw features; all she needed was to hear his voice.

"Beck!" She smiled as she shot up into a sitting position and grabbed his awaiting hand to pull her up. He smiled back at her as he pulled her close into a hug, her arms looping around his neck to bring him closer than she had ever hugged him before. In her joy she rocked them back and forth slightly, her grip around him almost like that of a python.

He was smiling.

She could tell.

She was the one to pull away first, but he was the one to keep a hold of her hand, almost as though letting go would allow the wind to separate them.

"I wasn't sure you'd come." She admitted shyly, her gaze locked on their intertwined hands.

"I had to; someone needs to clean up the pile of sand in the hall." He teased gently as he gave her hand a slight squeeze.

"Pile of sand?" She exclaimed, looking up to meet his eye. "It was supposed to be a castle!"

"Guess it fell apart."

"Aw man!" She sighed, obviously mad that her brilliant plan had been shot to hell by the simple law of evaporation; she knew she should have added more water.

"I don't care, it's the thought that counts." Beck smiled, bringing her back from her thoughts to look at him.

"Well I'm glad I at least get brownie points for trying." She smiled with a shrug while idly wringing her hands together, not quite sure as to what to do next.

Beck apparently didn't know either.

"So…" He started them off after a few moments of awkward silence, "why'd you do it?"

Tori couldn't help but look up at him and smiled; he was just so easy to get along with.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry for what I said to you the other day; it wasn't really necessary and I think I just made myself too paranoid."


"Why what?"

"Why are you apologizing?" Tori felt dumbfounded; did he not remember how she had ended their friends-only-and-nothing-more-though-she-wanted-it-to-be relationship only what, forty eight hours ago?

If that?

"I'm apologizing because I told you I didn't want to talk to you anymore or pretty much have anything else do with you?" He was joking, right?

"Well since it was our first fight I'm looking past that, so really there's no need to apologize. We're still working things out."

It was just the way he said it; so serious and matter-of-factish. Tori was left standing there speechless, her mouth slightly gaped open as she stared at the boy in front of her, her mind whirling into overdrive as she tried to make sense of his words.

"Beck?" She eventually managed to mumble out.

"Tori?" He asked back, still completely at ease as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Care to explain to me what you're talking about?"

"I thought it'd be obvious." He shrugged, his smug expression clearly telling her how much he was enjoying himself right now.

She frowned.

"Well…you're here, first of all." She reasoned, eyeing him with a slight glare.

"I am."

"And you don't want my apology."

"I don't." He nodded, affirming her words.

"Then…" She trailed off, not quite sure where she wanted to go, "what do you want?"

He smiled at this and shook his head, inky black hair flopping down slightly into his eyes.

"You." He stated simply, his lips blooming into a full smile rarely shown to others as Tori's heart stopped mid-beat. "I broke up with Jade, but then again you already knew that."

She could tell her mouth was gaping like that of a goldfish she use to have before it died, but she honestly couldn't help it.

"Andre said he saw you yesterday, said he told you." She continued to stare at him, still stuck on the fact that he wanted her. "So I came to apologize."

Now that got her attention.

"Why do you get to apologize and I don't?" She asked incredulously, head cocking to the side as a manicured brow quirked high.

"I need to apologize because I've been ignoring what I've been feeling for you since we first met," Beck explained with a slightly embarrassed smile, "it wasn't fair to either of us."

"You've liked me since we first met?" She asked quietly, finally giving into the blush threatening to ruin her complexion.

"Yeah." The boy admitted somewhat sheepishly, causing Tori to smile.

"Why?" If her question caught him off guard he didn't show it, but then again he always had an answer for anything she asked him.

"Why?" He repeated as he tugged her closer and released her hand so as to grip at her waist. "Because when I look at you I see you looking back, like really seeing me. I'm not just some space of air colored up to look like a human being; you see me for me. You see everything." He smiled as he leaned his forehead gently against hers and relished in the feeling of her breath ghosting over his lips.

Beck Oliver thought he was going to die of happiness.

"Wow." Tori mumbled out, her voice flighty and pitchy and just oh-so-wonderful.

"Wow." He agreed, although he was slightly disappointed as the girl in his arms pulled away to look at him.

"Does this mean we can kiss now?" She asked, her face completely serious as she locked gazes with him. He smiled devilishly and seemed to ponder for a moment, much to her amusement. She gave him a playful smack on the arm before he roughly pulled her closer, her gasp puffing out against his cheek.

"Hell yeah it means we can kiss." He whispered huskily before leaning forwards and closing the already infinitely small gap between them.

Nothing had ever felt so right to either of them.

And here we are folks; THE END. Thanks for all of you who stuck around in that very lengthy absence. I know I lost a lot of you, but to the ones who remained: THANK YOU! You're highly appreciated and very much loved.

For anyone wondering, this was heavily inspired by Miley Cyrus's 'When I Look at You' song. I don't even like her, but after having been forced to see the Last Song, this one song in particular just kinda stuck with me.

And with my spring semester underway and summer coming up who knows what all I'll get into next, so keep a weathered out on the horizon; you never know what will wash up! Thanks again for everything! ~Fluff