Say The Word. *REWRITTEN* (Victoria Justice And Tyson Ritter)

Chapter 13.

NICK'S P.O.V.

"Are you serious?" Cheyenne looked devastated.
"Yeah."
"What the hell?! Why?!" She exclaimed.
"Whatever it is, she'll be back. We just...don't know when." She looked at her hands.
"This is my fault. It's all my fault." She said, tears welling up in my eyes.
"No it's not." I tried soothing her.
"Yes, it is. I told her she was pathetic, Nick. And that I hated her. What kind of friend does that make me? And we didn't even break up!"
"Stop beating yourself up. I bet she's fine. I mean...I would take some time off from the world if I were her too. She's been through quite a lot." I shrugged.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

I answered the door to Tyson.

"Hey dude."
"Sup."
He walked in and nodded toward Cheyenne's direction.
"Hey Chey." He gave her a hug, and sat down on the couch opposite us.

"Any news?" Cheyenne asked, almost desperately.

"No." He said sadly.

"But guys...maybe we should stop looking. I mean she obviously doesn't wanna be found. We know she won't just ditch her life at home. She'll be back sooner or later, with a clear head hopefully. Give it time." I said. Tyson nodded slowly, processing. Then he smiled.

"I think you're absolutely right Nick."

"I guess so." Cheyenne said shortly after.

We opened up a few beers. Tyson was sprawled on the couch, Cheyenne sharing the love seat with me.

"So...what are you gonna do when she is back?" Cheyenne suddenly said.

"What do you mean?" Tyson asked, although he knew exactly what she meant.

"Are you...you know..." I pinched Cheyenne for her to stop, seeing that Tyson was beginning to tense up.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" Cheyenne pushed. I was getting upset. Why was she doing this?

Tyson let out a frustrated sigh.

"I just don't know, okay?!" His sudden outburst even made me jump. Cheyenne went quiet.

"Okay." She said in a hushed tone. Tyson got up and sighed.

"I just...I gotta go. Thanks for the beer" he said and left without another word.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, annoyed.

"I just..." she sighed. "I don't know."

VICTORIA'S P.O.V.

After travelling for what seemed like ages, I finally took shelter in none other than my father's house. My real father. It was weird seeing him after such a long time, he had sent letters and post cards on holidays and my birthday, but nothing more or less.

No one knew where I was. Which was exactly what I wanted.

"So...how are things?" He asked, as he layed a cup of hot coffee before me.

He had a big, classy looking five bedroom apartment, which was very artsy. A black grand piano sat in the corner of a wide roomy living room, the glossy wooden floor probably making the acoustics incredible. A feature wall was placed behind the grand piano, multiple colors of paint splattered across it. "Tyson would love it" I couldn't help but think to myself.

"Things have been....everywhere." I sighed, taking a nice, long sip of the expensive tasting brew.

"How so?" He frowned. He seemed awkward and fidgety when he spoke. But who could blame the man. I haven't seen him for years. He left when I was 4. Mom had never told me a reason.

"Well, I've just had a lot of downs lately, and not enough ups. It's why I'm here in fact, to clear my head, hopefully."

"Wait...you had a boyfriend?"

"No. A girlfriend." I joked, with a serious tone. He choked on his coffee.

"Kidding. Yes. I did. I don't know if you remember him but...remember Tyson? Tyson Ritter? He is," I cleared my throat, " was...my best friend since we were like 3."

"Oh, yeah I think I remember the kid...blue eyes, black hair, yeah?"

"Yup." I nodded.

"Wow. You guys stuck by huh?" He looked at me wide eyed. I nodded lightly, smiling.

"Anyway, we dated for about four years...and...yeah." I looked at my now half empty cup of coffee, and cupped my hands around the warm rims. I heard him sigh, and I looked at him.

"What is it?" I questioned.

"Nothing, I just...I missed out on so much." He looked at me with sad eyes.

"I'm sorry." He said, as his eyes filled with tears. I walked over to him and gave him a hug.

"Its okay. Its never too late to start over." I smiled down at him, and he smiled back. I noticed his nose and how similar it was. It was weird looking at him, after spending so much time being compared to my mom.

"Does anyone know you're here?" He asked after pulling away.

"No..."

"What about your mother?"

"No..."

"Friends? Anyone??"

I shook my head, no.

"You have to at least text your mom to let her know you're safe, Victoria. She must be worried sick! Tell her how long you plan to stay for....how long do you plan to stay for? Not that I mind, I love your company." He smiled.

"I'll text her, don't worry. And...I don't really know...I just need time away from home..you know?" He nodded in understanding.

I began texting my mom. This was the first time I'd looked at my phone for the one day I'd been away and holy shit. I gasped at the amount of messages and calls I'd received. I skimmed through everyone's names and my stomach flipped when I saw five from Tyson and Cheyenne.

"I think I'm gonna head to bed after replying to all of these. I'm dead tired. Thanks for the the drink and well, you know...catching up.." I smiled, getting up.

"No problem." He smiled back, and gave me a hug.

"I'm so glad you're here." He whispered and kissed the top of my head.

"Goodnight dad." He waved goodbye. It was funny, calling him dad, I liked it. I never called Mark dad on any occasion, for no particular reason. I'd just become accustomed to calling him Mark since I was little.

I exited to my room and leaned against the door. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, I dialed in his number.

"Victoria?"

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