Hi everybody! I'm doing a new story! It's about the Victorious people who are grown up, and have kids, but they still have arguments, and... yeah. Well, here goes! It will be short BTW.
Chapter 1
Beck could still remember the day he graduated.
There was so much noise. The voices sounded muted over all the excitement. Though he could still hear my name being called.
"Oliver, Beckett!" shouted Sikowitz. Beck slowly walked up the stairs to the platform, his knees shaking. After all those years, it was over.
He accepted the handshake, and the rolled-up certificate. The future lies ahead.
A man walked up to Beck. He was wearing a dark suit, and black sunglasses.
"Hello... are you Mr. Oliver?" he asked with a deep voice.
"Um... yes." he responded shakily.
"Come with me. We are going to have a very long talk."
Enjoy, and please comment! -Faith-
@Eileen185: I don't know. It used to be a double. But that person hasn't responded in forever and I don't have enough time to do all of the fanfics I'm doing right now. By the way... if you want, you can take over or do a double. It would help a lot. -Faith-
That was really good! I liked it!
Chapter 10
Andre raced into the waiting room and ran straight up to the short blonde nurse at the reception desk.
"I need to see Tori- or, actually, Victoria... Harris?" he said, out of breath.
The nurse typed something in on her computer. "Yeah, she's here." said the nurse. "Go up the hall to the right, take another right, and she's in room 104. Try not to disturb anyone." She smiled, and stuck a "Hospital Visitor" badge to his jacket.
Andre immediately rushed off, holding Julie in his arms, with Amy and Lanie trailing along confusedly behind him.
"What's going on?" asked Amy. Andre didn't answer until he got to the clean white door with the sign that read Room 104. Under that, it said the patient's name, how they were injured, and how long it was estimated they would be there.
"Victoria Harris, Car Accident Level 5, Unknown." Andre read from the sign. His spirits plummeted. What did Level 5 mean? How badly was she hurt? How long would she stay there?
There was only one way to find out. Andre pushed open the door and almost gasped. "Tori..." he whispered. She was covered in bruises and cuts, and one arm and one leg were both suspended above the ground. A television was playing a cartoon softly in the corner. Andre sent Julie, Amy, and Lanie off to watch it while he talked to Tori.
"Hey," she said faintly. "Sorry I'm... late." She grinned, then broke off in a grimace as her cuts and bruises stung particularly badly.
"It's alright." Andre moved to sit down in a chair next to her bed. "How did this happen?"
"I... I don't know..." Tori frowned. "I can't remember."
"That's okay. It's okay. Tell me, what's the last thing you remember?" Andre asked quietly.
Tori frowned again. "I was... wait, Sikowitz? I was with him..." Tori asked.
Andre froze. Sikowitz was the name of their high school teacher. "What about him?" he asked warily.
"We were in class, doing an acting exercise..." Tori paused. "Wait, Andre?" she asked unsurely. "Where am I? Why am I here, not at school?" Then she spotted Julie, sitting happily in the corner. "Who's that little girl, and why does she look so much like me? And the rest of them... who are they?" There was genuine fear in her eyes. She really had no idea where she was.
Hope you liked it! -Faith-
Hi guys! If you could do me a HUGE favor, could you repost any characters you made onto the actual fanfic? That way it's easier for me to look at them and put them in the story. Thanks! -Faith-
Faith: I actually love writing in different ways! 1st, 3rd person, I love it either way!
Chapter 9* Just so the mods know the name of the Officer is totally made up!*
Andre's hands were clammy and cold, the complete opposite of Julie and Amy's small little hands. The girls weren't even paying attention to the conversation, even though they should. Amy was talking about making a playdate with Laney on Tuesday. Though, Julie was staring at a passing cloud, probably thinking of what flavor the cloud was, for it looked like cotton candy to her.
"You are the husband of Tori Vega, right?" Officer Rameriz asked with a gruff, scratchy voice. He had a pencil and pad in his hands and by the look on his face he was probably the bearer of bad news.
"Yes. What happened to her?" Andre asked slowly and reluctantly, for he knew that something had happed to her. Something bad. Maybe it was something good like, she slapped a criminal and he became unconcious or something. Andre thought, filled with self doubt and hesitant hope.
"Well, how do I say this lightly? She-" Officer Rameriz was cut off by Julie beeging her father to carry her.
"Up! UP! Up! P-please da-daddy?" Julie struggled to say right. Andre bent down and scooped her up, leading Julie to squeal in delight.
"Where was I? Oh, she kind of got in a car accident." The officer sadly said. Amy and Laney stopped in the middle of what they were talking about and jerked their heads to the officer.
"WHAT?!" Amy, Laney and Andre screamed in unison, leaving Julie to scream as well because she though it was for fun.
"I'm sorry. If you want to visit her, she is in Beverly Hills Hospital on 24 Acre Street. have a nice day." The officer said, ending with a comment that was obviously unneed, because he had just ruined their whole day!
Andre and the girls sped to the car, except for Julie who was enjoying the fast ride as she sat snuggled in her father's arms. Andre unlocked the sleek,shiny metal blue car and everyone buckled in as Andre strapped Julie in her bright pink car seat. Amy and Laney didn't ask where they were going, for they knew. Andre locked the doors and started the car as quick as possible. He sped off in the direction the gruff officer had told him. But one thought lingered in his mind as he gripped the steering wheel, What happened?!Well, I know it isn't that good, but I hope you like it!
Chapter 8 (This is written differently that what I usually do. Please don't be too rude if you don't like it, I'm just trying something new. P.S. LuvBunny9- You don't have to write it like this!)
My name is Amy Vega.
My life is terrible.
I'm the daughter of two film stars. My dad left when I was born, and my mom is both overprotective and doesn't really care about me that much.
I'm still average, though. My hair is brown, so are my eyes. I'm the typical, cocky, intelligent, talented, amazing seven-year-old.
My mom says I brag. Do you think that's true?
She's constantly going to movie shoots or on shopping trips with other stars, like my Aunt Tori. I love my Aunt Tori, she's awesome. But I don't really like my baby cousin Julie.
Right now, I was at the amusement park with my Uncle Andre.
"Please, please, please! Can we please go on the roller coaster?" I begged him.
"No, Amy." he whispered. "You're to small for it."
"Whatever," I grumbled. "Hey, look, it's Laney!"
Laney was a short, superpale girl with tight blonde curls and an upturned nose in my class. We were best friends, and always had been. The thing is, Laney also had a famous film star for a mother. Our mothers were friends.
"Amy! Amy!" Laney yelled, and darted towards me. We hugged briefly.
"Hey, you're wearing your bracelet!" I grinned. I had made a blue and green braided bracelet for her.
"And you!" she grinned back. She had made an identical one for me, only pink and purple.
"Uncle," I turned around. "Is it okay if they come with us?"
Uncle Andre thought for a second. He glanced at Laney's mom, a tall, blonde, lady that I recognized from a few movies. Then he nodded.
"Sure, Amy. Fine with me." he said.
Laney and I shrieked, then hugged. "Let's go on that one first," I said excitedly, pointing to a swing ride where you high above the ground and then spin around. I squinted against the glaring sun.
Uncle Andre was chatting with Laney's mother. "Well," He turned to us. "Your mother," he said to Laney, "Has some work to take care of, so you'll just be with me."
Laney hugged her mother. "Bye!" she smiled. Then we walked, or in my and Lanie's case, ran, towards the swing ride. Just as we were getting in line, a tall man with a mustache and a blue uniform stopped us.
"Are you Andre Harris and Amelia Vega?" he asked us in a slow, deep voice.
"Yes, we are." Uncle Andre nodded. "Why, what's happened?"
The man, who I know was a policeman from a badge pinned to his pocked, looked nervous. "Something important. Something I need to talk to you about."
Haha, that wasn't the best. But I still hope you like it! -Faith-
It's LuvBunny9's turn!
UGH! My chapter got deleted so can you post the next chappie? Sorry if I'm being a bad doubler, or is it doublee,doubouler,doubdoub.....*continues ranting for plural of double*
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