Author's note: Okay, so this is a challenge fic. It's a "fanfic of my fanfic" challenege posted by SKRowling. Her birthday was the 21st of November and she wanted to see how it would feel to have, well, fanfics written that were inspired by her fanfics. I thought it was a neat idea, and since I loved the whole "If I only had a…" story/saga thingie. I decided to do that one. So, if you've never read her fanfic. You just might be a little lost.

Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious. Jeez, why do you guys feel like breaking me down by having me admit that out loud? It hurts okay, it physically hurts. Also, I don't own Vega and Charlie. SKRowling does.

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Picture day is tomorrow; and unlike everyone else here at Hollywood Arts I couldn't care less. It's practically a holiday here, for girls anyway. We're supposed to have slumber parties with our bffs and choose the perfect outfits, make-up, hairstyles, etc.

Most of us will coordinate our outfits so that we match our "cliques;" some of us will hire a professional to dress us; a few of us will go as far as to dye our hair, or trade our glasses for contacts, or vice versa. Hell, some of us might even wear glasses we don't normally need to wear just to look sophisticated.

See? It's a really big deal, and I wish I could participate, but I can't. I mean, I can, and I will, but I'll probably be the only one to prepare solo. And only losers do that.

I don't have many friends. It's not my fault. It's my moms'. They're famous, especially TORI. Yeah, that Tori Vega. Anyone who talks to me always asks more about her than they do me.

I guess I could ignore it and be their friend anyway. I could invite them to my house, watch them freak out over my mom, and then let them brag about knowing TORI personally just to get them some cool points. I could let them use me like that. I could.

Problem is, my momma, Jade, raised me to have too much stupid pride. So, I keep to myself, and now everyone thinks I'm stuck up.

"Hey, Vega."

I blink a few times when I hear Charlie's voice beside me and realize I've been staring into my locker like a retard. Honestly, I don't even know why she talks to me. I'm so weird. But I can't say that I'm not glad. I've had a crush on her since last year.

"West!" She yells impatiently, waving her hand in front of my face.

"Huh?" I say stupidly.

"It's picture day tomorrow." She smiles.

God I love her smile. She's got the pinkest lips; the whitest and straightest teeth, the-

"So….are you gonna invite me over or what?" She interrupts my thoughts and I do that stupid blinking thing again. "You know, to get ready for tomorrow?" she continues when I don't answer her.

Charlie wants to come to my house? The thought should excite me. We've gotten closer over the past year, but not close enough for slumber parties. I don't even know where she lives, but I'm sure she knows where I live. Everyone knows where I live...because I live with TORI.

How am I supposed to know whether or not she wants to come over for me, and not just for my mom?

Test her.

The thought comes to me suddenly, and it only takes me a few seconds to figure out a way to do just that. I take an inconspicuous breath and go into acting mode. Really I'm lying, but what's the difference?

"Maybe we should go to your house. My mom's on tour (Which is not a lie as TORI really is on tour right now) and Momma's going out of town this evening (Total lie). I'm not supposed to have anyone over when they're gone." I say. If she changes her mind about wanting to spend time with me, then I'll know it's because she was just using me to get to my moms.

I regret my plan immediately though, because what if she was using me this whole time? That'll hurt me so bad because I really, really, like her.

"Um…"

Oh no.

"Vega, I don't think it's a good idea for you to come to my house." She whispers. Her eyes are down on the ground and her face is slowly getting pinker and pinker.

"Why not?" I ask. I'm a little relieved because she hasn't totally backed out, but at the same time it sounds as if she's had her mind set on coming to my place. The question is, why?

"Because…um…"

Is she thinking up an excuse or something?

"Spit it out, Charlie," I snap, the Jade in me coming out and I fear I've scared her off. She'll probably never want to speak to me again. What the heck is wrong with me?

But then Charlie takes a deep breath and looks up, meeting my eyes. I love her eyes. They're green, the most vibrant shade I've ever seen. If I had only ever seen her picture in a magazine, I would've sworn they were photo shopped. "My brother kind of has a thing for you..."

Wait, what?

"And your mom…and your other mom too. It's so embarrassing. If you come over…." She shakes her head, like she doesn't even want to imagine how awkward it would be for me to come over. "Isn't there someone you could get to chaperone us or whatever. Don't you have a grandparent, or a nanny, or, oh! What about your aunt! Didn't you tell me you had an aunt? Maybe you can ask her to come over!"

Her eyes are big and round, desperate even as she begs me to get my aunt Trina to babysit us. Normally, I'd punch anyone who suggests I need a babysitter. I'm fourteen, but I'm just so dang happy I couldn't care less. Charlie wants to spend time with me. Just me! It's totally obvious because no on in their right mind would want to meet Aunt Trina.

"Calm down, Charlie," I chuckle. "I'll see if I can get Momma to cancel her plans. You don't wanna meet my Aunt Trina. Trust me."

She breathes a huge sigh of relief before hugging me. I pull back immediately.

She doesn't look hurt or confused. She used to, but she's gotten used to me pulling away when she tries to hug me or something. I wish she hadn't. I wish I could just hug her like a normal girl hugs her friend, but I can't. I've got a slight problem.

Whenever I get too close to Charlie, my "problem" presents itself. There's this uncomfortable stretching…down there, and then bam! I've got a baby maker. Momma told me it was a preservation thing. It's so that no matter who I choose to be with, whether the person's male or female, I'll still be able to reproduce.

Obviously, that's how I got here. Both my moms are biologically my moms.

I'm so glad it worked out for them and all. I mean, they love each other so much. Well, there was the almost-divorce when I was eleven, but they worked it out. They worked it out so well that their vows have been renewed and I ended up with a brother and sister. But just because it worked out for them, doesn't mean it'll work out for me. Just because Mom understood Momma, doesn't mean Charlie will understand me. It doesn't mean she won't think I'm a freak.

So, I keep the touching and hugging down to a minimum. I don't want my problem to pop up and scare her away.

"Okay, I'll see ya tonight," she grins before rushing off. Probably so that I can't change my mind about her coming to my place.

That's when it hits me. Really, really, hits me. Charlie, the girl I'm in practically in love with, is coming to my place…tonight! And she's gonna be there…all night!

Holy shit!