AN: Hey! I'm happy that people liked the idea of the story! :D I remember the first time I saw the episode I was like, oh man... this has so much JORI potential! X_X
Well, I'm updating this early in the day 'cause I'm gonna add the third chapter later on tonight since this one is kinda short, so keep an eye out for that later today! Or tomorrow for some of you? I live in Los Angeles so that's my time zone (I actually drive by the Nickelodeon studios where they film Victorious every day on my way to work! (Yes. Be jealous.) I can't tell you how many times I've almost caused multiple car collisions for distractedly gazing at it while driving... ^.^ I bet people just think I'm trying to pick between the many hookers that roam Sunset Blvd O_o
Anywhore... I probably just lost half of the story's followers due to my rambling -_- So lets get on with it! :D
Tori
"Trina!" I hiss. "You're getting your smelly lotion all over my pants!" I push her lotion-covered feet off my lap and wipe my jeans off with a tissue.
"Tori, look what you've done!" She whines as some of the lotion is smeared off her feet when I push them off. "I have to keep my feet up for fifteen minutes for the lotion to work and rid me of all foot wrinkles!"
"And why must you put them up on my lap?" I demand.
"We're on a plane, silly!" she says in a condescending tone. "There's not exactly a lot of places for me to stretch out."
"Why couldn't you just wait 'til we got to Yerba?"
"Because I want my feet to be wrinkle-free by the time we get there so I can show them off at the beach!" She explains while reapplying lotion on the parts it smeared off. "And in order for that to happen I have to apply it every thirty minutes. Now, quit being such a rotten little sister and massage the lotion into my feet!" With that she throws her feet onto my lap again and wiggles her toes.
I let out a hopeless sigh and begin rubbing her feet, my hands making squishy noises as they push the brown gooey substance through her toes. I shudder and turn away to at least keep my mind distracted from my hand's activities. How I'm supposed to survive the 16 hour flight with Trina sitting by me, I have no idea. I'm beginning to question if the new car my parents promised to buy me if I brought her along is even worth it.
I look around the fairly small and simple passenger plane we're on. There are only two seats per row as opposed to three. The aisle is very narrow and there are only two lavatories situated in the back of the plane. No TV's, no radios, no free Wi-Fi service. I'm trying to put off using my Pear Pod as long as I can in order to save the battery life but Trina is already driving me insane and we've only been in the air forty-five minutes. I glance at the seats next to us to see Robbie and Rex listening attentively to one of Sikowitz's coconut milk vision stories. I turn my head slightly towards the two seats in front of them and see Andre telling Beck about some girl from Northridge he had taken out to dinner only to realize at the end of the date that she had stolen his wallet, watch and socks. Beck and Jade had gotten into a fight earlier at the airport when Jade accused Beck of shamelessly flirting with the lady checking in our baggage just because he said 'bless you' when she sneezed, so they aren't sitting together. I turn my head to the back of the plane where I can only hear Cat's incessant chatter. Since Beck and Jade's tickets were purchased after everyone else's, the seats assigned to them aren't close to the rest of the group's.
"-and then this other time, my brother went to the aquarium but he broke into one of the habitats and did inappropriate things with the dolphins so now he has to keep a distance of at least 50 yards from aquatic mammals at all times. Hehe. Aquatic. That's a funny word. Ahh-quahh-hehe-tehhhc. My favorite part is the 'quah'. Look how my mouth looks when I say it! Aquaaaaa-" Suddenly Cat's voice is muffled by something. "-buh am nof hungy-!" she stutters in-between gasps.
