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Hollywood here with my first ever collab stoy! So this is my chapter, and the next will be by VictoriousGurl. We'll go back and forth, but don't worry it will all be here, not in two different places. We really hope you like the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious, but my birthday is in April ;)

It was an early morning in July, and the sky was an eerie black. Rain was falling in buckets, and the windshield wipers were crazily working themselves back and forth along the front of the car. Music is softly playing from the radio, and my wife quietly hums along, resting her head against the cool glass of the window. In the back seat, our son plays with his stuffed lion, and our daughter sleeps peacefully, unaware of the coming storm. We are going grocery shopping, the hardest part of being a parent. To me, it's because the stores are so crowded, and it's so easy to loose a child. Especially our son Aiden, who likes to explore and cause mischief.

We pull into a pretty decent spot and Cat is the first to get out of the car. She picks our daughter Clea up in her car seat, and I give Aiden his tiny blue umbrella. We make the trek to the store, and I pile my son into the front of a carriage and begin to shop. We don't need much because we had gone out for some little things the other day, but we do need a lot of the essential things our family runs on. Aiden chats away from the carriage, and I try to keep up with him. He is about to start pre-school in the fall, and he is already asking me questions about it.

"Daddy, is it fun? Do I get to have a Spiderman backpack? Can Leo come with me? I colored you a picture today, you can see it when we get home." He rambles. I laugh because he reminds me so much of his mother, personality and big brown eyes.

Aiden, in one word, is hyperactive. When he was about 18 months old, we were sitting in the living room playing with him when he decided he was going to run around the house in nothing but his diaper, a cape, and his socks. As Cat and I tried to catch him, he slipped on the hardwood flooring in the kitchen and smacked him face against the wood. He was crying and Cat was panicking, but as soon as we got to the hospital and the doctor asked him what hurt, he had stopped crying. When the doctor tried to check his head to make sure nothing was wrong, Aiden jumped off of the stool and ran around the room, only to smack the right side of his head on the door, leaving a scar above his eye. The scar is easily visible because I'm right in front of him, and it's a reminder of an earlier time.

The grocery store was packed that day, and every aisle was crammed with people. Some were idly chatting while others were racing through the aisles at top speed, obviously having other important things to do. The casual music could not be heard over the murmur of people and the sound of wheels against orange linoleum. Crackers shook in their boxes and wrappers crinkled as food was put into carriages with a plop. Clea slept peacefully in her carrier as Cat balanced her and the task of manning the grocery list with an ease that made me crazily happy.

Cat and I started dating in our senior year of high school, after I got up the courage to ask her to prom. We dated in college, and in our junior year I somehow asked her to marry me. A year later we married, and a year after that we had Aiden. I remember first seeing him. Cat had a shaky delivery, and was very weak. When we saw Aiden, we both broke down. Cat kissed him over and over and I held his little hand in mine. It was one of the best moments of my life, when I realized I was actually a father. When Clea was born 4 months ago, I knew I'd be wrapped around her finger. I look down into the carrier and saw Clea sleeping it put me at peace.

As I went to grab a box of Cheerios from the shelf, I heard a strangely familiar gasp. I turned and saw a tall brunette pulling a man with shaggy black hair down the aisle.

"Cat! Robbie! Is that you?" She yelled, and I immediately recognized the voice as Tori Vega. She was pulling the man, whom I recognized as Beck Oliver, both from our high school. Tori bends down, looks inside the pink carrier, and gushes.

"She's so adorable! What's her name?" She affectionately rubs Clea's head and I introduce them to both Clea and Aiden. We end up talking for around 10 minutes, and Aiden is getting antsy. He's trying to reach down to Clea and pet her, and he's starting to swing his feet in the carriage while he tugs on my shirt. Tori suddenly notices him and looks back at us apologetically.

"I'm so sorry, we won't keep you any longer. Hey, how about you guys come over to our place soon and we can really catch up. We'll invite the others too!" We exchange numbers, and then we finish up our shopping.

As we pull out of the parking lot, Cat says "That was nice, I forgot how much I miss our old group. Can you pass me the bag of Twizzlers from the back Aiden?"

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