his girl • beck oliver [victorious]

𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒊

I'm sat at lunch with Beck when Cat walks up to us in a very good mood, placing a silver and blue machine on the table in the middle of all our foods. I look quizzically at it, tilting my head until I decide to ignore it and continue to keep eating Beck's pizza. The others copy me and continue talking and eating while Cat look at us with a sad expression.

"Aren't you guys gonna ask what it is?" Cat asks sadly. I sigh and look at the others. There is no way in hell I am going to be the one to ask about this, I've done that before and ended up sleeping over at Cat's house in half of a dinosaur onesie and half of a princess dressing gown. Don't ask.

"What's your thingy-mi-bobby Little Red?" Andre asks, making Cat excitedly exclaim,

"A Snow bee! It makes fake snow!" before turning it on and causing the fake snow flakes to coat everybody's lunches and hair. I roll my eyes and push the button again, making it stop.

"It coated our lunches." Beck says, expressionless and toneless as if he was just stating a statistic in math class.

"Well don't eat it! It's toxic and can cause abdominal bleeding!" Cat cries, causing everyone to push away their food into the middle of the table except for me. I pick up a chip, coated in snow and bring it to my mouth, or at least try and bring it to my mouth before Beck slaps my hand away and takes the chip and puts it into the bin, staring at me like I was crazy.

"What? I wanted to know what it felt like." I reasoned, shrugging. He rolled his eyes and pulled me into his chest.

"It snowed in Los Angeles! It was supposed to be sunny today!" Robbie exclaims, sitting down at the table with Rex on his lap. Rex says something about Fox News and they have a mini argument before Beck informs him,

"It's not real snow," I roll my eyes at him, not noticing Jade picking up a spoon and filling it with the powder.

"You can eat it though!" She tells him with a smile and I laugh behind my hand.

"It tastes like sugar!" I pipe in, widening my eyes in fake excitement.

"I don't want to eat anything," The boy tells us, looking at the table solemnly.

"What's wrong, mate?" Beck asks, making me nudge him and him roll his eyes in response. I don't care what's up! He's Robbie! There's always something up with him!

"The seniors who run The Slap-" He started, getting interrupted by Cat.

".com?" She asks, making Robbie roll his eyes.

"No! .gov, yes .com! They want to shut down my blog!" Robbie complains as I hand Cat, who looks even sadder than when we didn't ask about the Snow Bee, a pack of candy.

"Why? Oh wait, I don't care!" Jade asks before snapping her fingers as if realizing something before finishing. I snicker before grabbing a bag of candy for myself, Beck and Jade to eat instead of the fake-snow covered food that is now toxic.