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Chapter 5 - Confessions of the American Teenager

Andre couldn't understand why Jade would want to use this against him. Sure, he had ratted her out to his best friend about her fake black eye, but seriously, she didn't have to tell anyone about what was going through his mind.

"Well," Jade said, "I'm going back downstairs...maybe I'll listen to Confessions by Usher on my PearPod."

"Jade, stop toying with me!" Andre snapped. "This is really important that you don't speak a word."

"Sure thing, Pal," Jade said as she exited the bathroom.

Andre rarely felt hatred, but now he was feeling that and more towards that BITCH, yes, BITCH that just left the bathroom. After he let go of his anger, depression set in as he exited the hallway and laid down on Tori's bed.

Great! he told himself. Tori's gonna know that I loves her and now our friendship is gonna be destroyed. Andre's friendship with Tori meant the world to him, and he didn't want his completely random feelings getting in the way of that. Andre sat up and looked out the dark window. He started considering just ending his suffering and just die. Andre never imagined that he would be put in the position to consider suicide, but this was major.

Andre remembered the day that he met Tori:

Andre had been partnered up with none other than the egotistical Trina Vega for the Big Talent Showcase at Hollywood Arts and wasn't all that thrilled about it. Sure, he'd be getting his grandmother out of the house for the first time in years, but he wondered if putting up with Trina would be worth it.

Andre rang the doorbell to the Vega residence and was welcomed in by his showcase partner.

"Tori, this is Andrew," Trina said, nonchalantly introducing me through the wrong name.

"It's Andre," he replied. It was then and there that he caught sight of the unnaturally beautiful girl known as Tori Vega. He was shocked to realize she was Trina's sister. She radiated such beauty that could not be explained by mere words. He hesitated to think that he, Andre Harris, was falling head over heels for a girl he just laid his eyes on.

Finally finding the sanity to speak, he said, "Hey, you go to Hollywood Arts too?"

She smiled, "Nope, my sister's the talented one."

Trina broke in. "Yep, I've got the talent and she's got the good teeth. Would you believe she's never had a cavity?"

From when Andre and Tori met, they were the best of friends. Andre witnessed how talented that Tori was when Trina couldn't perform and Tori took her place (though, carrying Tori around was an added bonus). He had even convinced her to give Hollywood Arts a try.

On the first day, blood started to boil when Tori tried to rub the coffee off of Beck Oliver's shirt, and his girlfriend Jade West immeadiately hated Tori for it. Two things sickened Andre that day: that Jade has tha audacity to pour coffee all over Tori's head, and that Tori may have had a thing for Beck. And, that Beck might have a thing for her. As much as he enjoy Beck and his friendship, Andre was not going to let Tori fall for Beck instead of him.

Andre sure didn't feel any better when Tori kissed Beck in front of the whole class (notebly Jade, who by the look of it, wasn't happy-go-lucky either).

Since then, Andre, Tori, Beck, Cat, Robbie, and (remarkably) Jade had always been a unit. Andre felt he could share anything with them (maybe not Jade), except that he had a deep, profound love for his best friend Tori.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Andre asked.

"The owner of the room!" Andre could tell it was Tori.

"You may enter your domain!" Andre informed.

"What's up with you, you haven't been downstairs since Jade came up to check on you," Tori asked. Andre felt a sliver of anger towards Jade that lying bitch, but he shook it off before he took it out on someone.

"I'm cool, Tori, I really am," Andre told Tori as he sat up.

"Andre," Tori said.

"Yes, Tor?"

"I'm your best friend; I can tell when you aren't okay." Tori said.

Really? So how could you miss the fact that I'm madly in love with you, then? Andre thought.

"So, did Jade tell you?" Andre asked half-heartedly. He really hoped she hadn't.

"Told me what? She just said that you loved-"

"Yes, I admit it, Tori, I'm madly in love with you," Andre sighed.

"-with meat lover's pizza-wait, fella-who's-not-okay-say-what?" Tori babbled.

Andre's eyes flared open, wide. "Wait, you did NOT hear what I just said. I was high off of Two and a Half Men reruns-"

"No, I heard you, Andre," Tori sighed.

Andre's heart sank. He had just told the girl of his dreams that he loved her without knowing how she felt about him. He wanted them to be friends throughout what, and this sure as hell was not helping. He mentally laughed at Jade's craftiness. She hadn't told Tori anything of value, she just set him up to say it himself.

"Well..." Andre started.

"What?" Tori asked.

"Do you feel the same way?" Andre asked, half of him hoping she said yes and the other half hoping they would maintain a friendship if she said no.

"Why don't I show you?" Tori said before she pulled him by the collar of his shirt into a deep, passionate kiss. Though he was shocked and suprised at first, Andre quickly reclaimed his senses and kissed back. This was what he had been waiting for all his life. And it sure as hell felt good, too. It looked like the joke was on Jade, because apparently Tori returned his feelings.

In the midst of the kiss, Andre broke it and looked in Tori's eyes.

"I'm taking that as a yes?" Andre asked.

"Duh!" Tori exclaimed. "I've loved you since the day I first laid my eyes on that buff black body of yours!"

"I freaking love you, Tori Vega!" Andre said.

"I freaking love you too, Andre Harris!" Tori replied.

And with that, the two shared another long, passionate kiss, and nothing would make the two of them any happier.

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