"For never was a story of more woe, then this of Juliet and her Romeo." ~William Shakespeare

Disclaimer: I'm kinda tired of these… but I have to do them. I do not own "Victorious" or Romeo and Juliet. Oh how I love William Shakespeare….

Chapter One (Tori's POV)

"What goes on?" said Andre as we both walked up to where Beck, Cat and Robbie already sat. Jade wasn't there…

"Hi hi!" Cat said in her normally bubbly voice, accompanied by mumble hellos from the two boys. She was sitting next to Robbie, who had Rex in his hands. Beck sat on the other side of the table alone. I took the seat in between Beck and Cat, and Andre took the seat on the other side of Beck. We all stuffed our faces with food, and it was about 10 minutes before anyone said anything.

"Hey, have you guys heard that the school's putting on a production of Romeo and Juliet?" Andre said once he had finished his burrito.

"No. That sounds like so much fun!" I said. "Are any of you going to try out?"

"No," said Cat. "My brother is going to Chuck E. Cheese that night…" she glanced off dreamily into the sky. The rest of us exchanged glances, but continued out conversation none the less.

"Yeah, I was thinking of trying out for Romeo." Beck said sullenly. He hadn't been talking much today. I wonder what was wrong; and why was Jade not here? She was in history today…

"Cool!" I said, looking at Beck, who seemed a little too interested in his food. "Beck, are you ok?" He looked up to find me looking at him, only to look back down.

"Yeah, I guess. Jade and I got in a fight and broke up." Andre, Cat, Robbie and I collectively rolled our eyes. Jade and Beck always fought, and no matter how bad the fight was or what it was about, they would always end up together again. It got really annoying after a while, to be quite honest.

"It's ok, Beck. I'm sure everything will work out for the better." I said as I rubbed his shoulder that was closest to me. He looked me in the eyes, and he seemed different some how.

"I hope you're right, Tori." He mumbled as he pushes himself up from the table to walk away. He threw his lunch in the trash and then walked into the school. The rest of us looked at each other and continued our lunch time conversation.

After lunch, we all went to the class that we shared together: Sikowitz. I walked in with Cat, both of us giggling at a really bad mime we had just seen in the hallways while walking to class. I saw Jade sitting where she usually did, except Beck wasn't next to her; he was sitting by himself at the front of the room. Cat and I glanced at each other; I shrugged, and walked to sit next to him. He either didn't hear or see me, or chose not too, but he didn't look up when I sat in the yellow chair. I nudged him in the ribs and smiled at him as he turned to face me. He smiled back, obviously in a better mood than he had been half an hour ago. Just then, Sikowitz came crashing through the window, breaking the glass. I screamed, and Beck looked down and smirked at my girlish terror. Sikowitz, who had landed on the stage, jumped up and seemed completely unharmed. All of the girls took in a breath of relief, minus Jade of course, while the boys sat stationary as they had before. He conducted class normally, giving weird speeches and drive by acting exercises that made no sense to anyone but himself. When there was less than 5 minutes left in class, Sikowitz had an announcement for us.

"So, my delightful little actors, as many of you may know, we are having auditions this week for our spring play, Romeo and Juliet. So, be here, lunch tomorrow if you want to audition, if not, well, have fun doing whatever is better than spending lunch with me." As soon as he finished his sentence, the bell rang and we were dismissed from class to go home for the day. I jumped up and Beck stood up with me. We walked out together but separated once we both reached our cars. Surprisingly, he gave me a hug before retreating to his car. I stood there, shocked, but turned and got into my car none the less. The rest of my night was uneventful, homework, Trina annoying me with how sure she was that she was going to get cast as Juliet, and then bed.

I woke up the next morning, nervous as much as excited for the audition today. I quickly got dressed and spent the rest of my time watching TV and being forced to listen to Trina's HORRIBLE audition monologue. When it was a good enough time to leave, I sprinted out the door, leaving Trina in my metaphorical dust.

The day could not have gone by any slower, but after what seemed like days, it was finally lunch, and it was finally time to audition. When I arrive in Sikowitz's room, I saw Beck sitting exactly where he had the day before and decided to join him. Once I had sat down, Sikowitz began.

"So, here's how it is going to work. We will audition for Romeo and Juliet first, and once you have finished your audition, you may leave or stay, it is your choice. Alright! So, first up are Tori Vega and Beck Oliver." He smirked before he took his seat in the front row on the other side of the room. Beck and I exchanged glances before making our way up to the stage.

"Alright, would you two please start at Act 2, Scene 2 at line 25, the line after Juliet says 'Ay me!' And, action?" Beck began with Romeo's line, while I took my place on my 'balcony.'

"She speaks. Oh, speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious as the night, being o'er my head, as is a wingèd messenger of Heaven unto the white, upturnèd wond'ring eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds and sails upond the bosom of air." His voice sounded as romantic as Romeo's. So romantic, in fact, that I almost forgot to say my lines, even though his line was not directed at me. It was when Sikowitz cleared his voice that my mind came down from the clouds and back to Earth.

"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Of, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet." I looked down at him as he began to ascend the hidden stairs to where I was perched.

"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" He says as an aside to himself, stopping a quarter of the way up the staircase. I interrupted his character's thoughts with yet another one of Juliet's monologues.

"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand not foot, nor arm nor face, nor any other part belonging to man. Oh, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself." (A/N: Love Love Love Love Love Love this! 'That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet…' *sigh*) I finished my lines, dreamily looking off into some unknown abyss as Beck ascends to me.

"I take thee at thy word. Call me but 'love,' and I'll be new baptized. Henceforth I will never be Romeo."

"What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, so stumblest upon my counsel?"

"By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word." His voice was so clear and dreamy…

"My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?"

"Neither, fair maiden, if either thee dislike." He had now reached me where I was standing, although that was not part of the play. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, raising the small hairs that dwelled there. My breathing hitched. What was going on with me? He was standing dangerously close to me, yet I continued on.

"How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, and the place death, considering who thou art, if any of my kinsmen find thee here." It was becoming harder to talk with him this close.

"With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out, and what love can do, that dares love attempt. Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me." We gazed into each other's eyes, lost. It wasn't until Sikowitz's voice broke the silence that we both came down from the clouds.

"And, CUT! Great job you two, we'll let you know." He said and motioned us off the stage. Beck smirked and led me off the balcony prop, my head still in a daze. We retreated back to our friends, pretending the last moment did not occur.

A/N: Before you all pull your pitchforks out: I know this chapter is short! I don't know whether to continue this, so I want you're feedback! I have farther to go with this but not a lot of time to do it in. (thank you to mikki105 for the fantastic idea by the way!) So, the idea is that they both get cast as Romeo and Juliet and they fall for each other and other fluffy stuff. Should I continue? I need you opinions, kids! And thank you so so much to all of you that have favorited me as an author or favorited any of my 4 other stories, and to all of you that have reviewed, you all brighten my day when I get those emails! For those of you that have not read me yet, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, Rate and Review! But if you have something negative to say, please PM it to me. For one thing, it's embarrassing, and on the other, some people don't like negativity, and I'm out to make all you wonderful readers happy! I love all of you! *mwah* Ciao! ~AllIWantIsEverything