Okay, I thought about the whole ten reviews thing, and then realized a couple reasons why I should just update anyways:

-As pointed out by a reviewer, ten is a lot for a first chapter. I knew that, but I'd seen it accomplished before, so yeah.

-Bori isn't the favorite ship on the site. I mean, yeah, it's AMAZING, but less fans means less people who are likely to review.

-And lastly, I had the second half of the story already in my head, so I thought I might as well just type it up and post it anyways :)

Thanks to all who reviewed, followed, and favorited.

Tori's POV

I have never really been one to stir up trouble and like it. Or even to stir up trouble at all, for that matter.

I know a lot of what Jade West said to me was out of anger and jealousy. I get that. She got hurt. Life happens.

Yesterday, on the way to the hospital, I remember feeling numb. But this feeling, right now, is ten times that. Maybe that's why I haven't cried yet. Maybe that's why I feel no hint of anger towards her. Or maybe I just agree with her….

Since getting into Hollywood Arts, I haven't doubted myself much. I learned a lot, and also learned that I already had a lot of talent. But now….

I don't know. I doubt everything.

So. I'm going to do what she wants.

My bags are packed, and right now, I'm on a train. I wanted to catch a bus or a taxi, but the bus had a bunch of hobos on it, and I found this train station online. My train gets here in twenty minutes, at 11:00pm. I don't know exactly where it's taking me, but it's somewhere in Montana and I'll be there sometime tomorrow. I'm going to live with my cousin Amanda, who's twenty-four, and I left my parents a note. I hope they don't come get me, because once I get on that train, I don't see how I could ever come back.

It feels like some kind of old movie siting in a train station. I never pictured this as part of my life, and I half expect someone to come running up to me, begging me to stay, like the cliché scene made by Hollywood.

But, that won't happen. It can't happen.

I didn't put in the note how I was getting to Montana, and my parent's probably think I'm flying out. My savings did have quite a bit in it, but I needed some 'just in case' money, so the train was cheaper. And I didn't tell any of my friends I was leaving.

I didn't say goodbye.

Beck's POV

I have a lot of things to fix.

First of all, I basically hate myself right now. Normally, I can keep calm pretty well, but Tori's probably crying up in her room right now.

Because I just stood there.

I just STOOD there.

I wanted to move, but my legs had other ideas.

I didn't help her. I didn't chase her.

And I regret it so much. She won't answer her phone, and there's no use going to her house at midnight. But I'll see her at school in several hours.

I have a lot of things to fix.

The Vega House

Holly Vega had gone up to her youngest daughter's room when she didn't come down for dinner. Now, in the middle of the night, David and Trina are asleep on the couches, but Holly just sits there at the counter, reading the note Tori left.

Over and over and over again.

Mom, Dad, Trina,

Maybe this isn't where I'm supposed to be. A few events have led me to leave. Hollywood Arts, this town….this state. I'm going to stay with Amanda, up in Montana, and if you love me, you'll let me go. I'll call you when I get there, but I can't stay here. I want you to know you guys have nothing to do with this, that I love you, and I miss you already. Please carry on with your lives, and know that I'm carrying on with mine. I'm still your daughter, and Trina, I'll always be your sister. I think I just need to take five…..years. Don't tell the gang where I am, if they ask. It's for the better, and I hope you guys can forgive me.

Love,

Tori.

The Vegas had talked for hours about what to do, huddled together, wrapped in blankets. They all cried, even Trina. But they came to a decision.

This is what she wants. Tori has never been one to do something drastic just to get attention. If she says she needs to leave….then she needs to leave.

Yeah, it hurts. But they all love her. So they're letting her go.

Beck's POV

She wasn't at her locker. She wasn't in class. She wasn't at school at all.

I ditch seventh hour and go straight to her house. Oddly enough, her parents are home, Trina too. They must not have left the house today.

I ring the bell and hear some shuffling, arguing, and finally, Trina opens the door.

She strikes a pose halfheartedly, and gives an empty grin. "Hey Beck, here to see me?" she asks.

But I know something's up. Let's face it; Trina Vega has never been the best actress.

"Where's Tori?" I ask her, and she drops the façade.

She looks lost. There are bags under her eyes, and she hasn't gotten ready, still in her pajamas, with her hair a tangled mess.

She sighs, looks behind her for some kind of confirmation, and opens the door.

I walk in, and if I thought Trina looked distraught, then Tori's parents look ten times worse.

I know what happened. I think I have known since she didn't show up to school today. But I couldn't admit it.

"Where did she go?" I ask them quietly.

Mrs. Vega sighs. You can tell she's thinking hard, deciding something, and she tells me before I can ask what.

"She told me not to tell you. Not any of her friends. But…." She trails off.

"But?"

"I know she loves you, Beck. And I have no idea what it is between you two, but I'm going to tell you where she went. Because you want her home just as much as we do."

And it's true. I want her home. More than anything. But….she loves me? That's a little backwards, actually.

I get an address, a hug, and a goodbye, and then I'm off to the airport.

~~~~~She took the midnight train, going anywhere~~~~~~

I didn't have much time to think on the plane ride. I tried and tried to figure out just what to say to her. But nothing came, and now I'm in a taxi, some Journey song playing on the radio.

I've always been a Journey fan. Jade broke my Journey CD, back when we were going out, commenting that I needed some better music.

No, nothing beats Journey. Except for maybe the musical talents of Tori Vega. And this song, Don't Stop Believin', reminds me vaguely of the play we were….no, are, going to be in together.

And then I know what to say to her when she opens the door.

Nothing.

Tori's POV

Amanda is helping me unpack when the doorbell rings.

"That's probably just the pizza guy. The money is on the counter, why don't you go get it while I make your bed."

I nod my thanks, and grab the money from the counter in the kitchen.

When I open the door, I barely have time to realize it isn't the pizza guy before the 'not-pizza-guy' kisses me.

Maybe it's the fact that he was cheesy enough to reenact our play, but I kiss Beck back, and enjoy every second of it. Apparently, we must have stayed like that long enough for Amanda to get impatient, because her voice is what pulls us apart.

"Jesus, Tori, there's a better way to pay the guy for bringing us pizza! I told you the money's on the counter!"

I move out of the way for her to see that our visitor has no pizza for us.

But, the guy standing behind him does. He awkwardly takes our money, pushes the pizza at me, and drives off.

Poor guy.

We all burst out laughing, and then I invite Beck in.

Because I'm willing to share my pizza with any man that comes this far to see me.

I don't know how to tell him I'm not going back.

~~~~~~Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit. He took the midnight train going anywhere~~~~~

Amanda went for a walk, leaving us to talk in her living room.

The silence is more than awkward, so I break it.

"I can't go back, you know." I tell him.

Honestly, I want more than anything to take Beck Oliver's hand and hold on forever. But once you leave, it's almost impossible to go back.

"Not even after that kiss?" He jokes.

I can't help but grin. But then his smirk fades and he's staring at me. He comes to sit next to me on the couch, and he takes my hands.

"Look…I know that you think it's your fault, what she did. But it isn't. You didn't hold that knife to her skin, as much as she may want you to think so. I just stood there when she was yelling at you, when she was…choking you. And it was the stupidest thing I've ever done. I was frozen, and I regret that more than anything… Tori, I love you. I have for a long time, since you got coffee all over my shirt, since you kissed me in class. And I can't make you come home, but I can tell you that I need you back. I can't walk into that school every day, wake up in that town every day, and not have you there. I miss you. Andre, Cat and Robbie, your family….we all want you home."

Beck's speech stuns me.

He loves me.

He misses me.

OHmygoodness. Oh. My. Goodness.

But one thing stops me.

"What about Jade?" I ask. I had thought for sure that he would go back to her. Help her. He isn't the kind of guy who likes to see someone in pain, and I love that about him.

And then I receive my next two surprises of the day.

"Jade's in a mental hospital." Cat says.

Well, I guess maybe that's suitable, considering- wait! Cat?

My red haired friend is standing by the door. I didn't even hear her come in.

"Cat!" I say, running to hug the girl. "How did you get here?!" I ask.

Beck sighs.

"I called Beck when he was on his way to the airport, and he told me I could go as long as I stayed in the cab." Cat giggled.

"And where are you now, Cat?" Beck asks with a laugh.

"In the….oopsie!" Cat laughs, and we're all laughing.

Despite the fact that I ran away.

Despite the fact that Jade tried to kill herself.

Despite the fact that she's now apparently in a mental hospital.

Despite all of this, we're standing here laughing as Amanda walks back in.

"I take it you won't be staying now." She states, more than asks.

I look at Beck, then at Cat, and then back to Beck.

And how could I not go back with him?

Amanda nods her head before I can even answer, laughing.

"Goodness, girl, you should have gotten a two way ticket. They're cheaper."

Before I can blink, my bags are repacked, I've said goodbye to Amanda, and Beck is kissing me by the taxi.

The cabbie honks at us and we climb in, Cat in the front, Beck and I in the back. Cat tells the cabbie all the wonderful stories about her brother, and he must not have any patience for the girl because soon he turns on the radio, and Journey fills the taxi.

Okay, so ends our two-shot.

I've gotten a request or two to make this a series, but I really don't have the time right now. So, this is strictly a two-shot.

However, if by some random chance, I decide to make a sequel (an actual story, more than two chapters) I will put a notice up.

I doubt I'll do that though.

So leave a review, long live Bori, and Don't Stop Believin'!