LEON THOMAS AS ANDRÉ HARRIS 🎹 VICTORIOUS (vicTORIous)

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he had noticed you around school. there was one day he thought he'd never see you again as you roam the halls and you were never seen in a classroom until you walked into sikowitz’s room asking something inaudible to the ear, beck saw him staring too hard. “hey.” snap!  “lover boy! you alright? you've been staring at her ever since she came in” robbie leaned in the conversation with his puppet, rex and rex said “i think andre’s in loveee” andre's eyebrows furrowed as he told robbie “robbie, you better shut the puppet up” robbie fearfully back away from the other boys.

sometimes when you would come to class you would always hum tunes that andre recognized, but he was trying too hard to not react and possibly scare you when trying to speak to you about the many songs you'd hum. you sat next to him and placed your bag down. “was that bruno mars?” you turn to him and do a small smile as you nod “yeah it is, it's the-” “lazy song, right?” you smile becomes bigger “it was, how'd you know?” he does a shy smile, “well, you hummed the whistle part, that's how. it was cute- ahem i mean . . . nice” you laughed at the compliment as your face began to heat up, you saw andre laugh softly to himself as he liked how cute you looked.

days, weeks and months would go by as he couldn't stop thinking about you. he got so desperate that he told tori about his little crush first. “i can't stop thinking about her. and i don't know what to do.” he plants his face into one of tori's couch pillows. “awww, andre” she then consoles him by patting his head and teasing him about his crush on you.

finally gathering up courage during a break period, he caught up to you stopped you from walking as he caught his breathe. “andre . . .you ok?” he nods still catching his breath. “open your palm” you squinted at him, tilting your head in pure confusion. he reassured with half of a wink  gesturing you to have your hand open and out, when you finally did so, he placed a piano themed charm bracelet in your hand asking “[❤︎], will you go out with me?” you admired the bracelet and how it looked on your wrist. you hugged him as whisper “yes!”. he hugged you back, placing a hand on your head. he muffled an i love you into your ear as his rubbed the top of your head.

you were very flustered on how he asked you out. everyone’s reactions were different. tori, of course was excited for both of you. cat was being cat and throwing confetti to congratulate you two. beck nonchalantly clapped, robbie was too busy snapping photos to post on TheSlap.com , and jade; well . . .she actually was happy for you and andre. giving him a warm tap on his shoulder and smiling genuinely. 

he's so soft with you, always gripping your hand when walking down the hallways of Hollywood Arts. always side eyeing guys who would “attempt” to talk to you or try to ask you out “you better back up, man. she's not interested” you giggled to yourself as you watch him stick his chin out to look more “scary” or “intemidating”. it somehow worked on the boy(s) who tried to lay moves on you. 

he loved coming up to your locker and telling you how pretty you are. “[❤︎], do you always look this pretty?” you shut the door to your locker slowly and roll your eyes in a sarcastic manner. “ oh shush, you don't mean that.” “if i didn't mean it, why would i say it.” the compliment made you  unironically twirl a piece of your as you kissed him on the cheek, he was dizzy from the kiss but andre being andre, he tried to play it off.

while sitting at the table for lunch, you two were listening to music on his Pearphone unbothered by whatever your group of friends were even talking about. you two were in your own musical little world.

he'd update his status on TheSlap constantly. ranging from being very vague about you two to being quite open in his messages. one of them even read as:

every time you two are in the music room, he would always serenade you. coming up with random melodies to play on his keyboard to woo you over with. you were swooning at your personal song bird.

another time of being in the music room, he was admiring you as you were messing around with the instruments in the room. “you make my heart hurt.” you turn away from the drum set and stare at him confused. “what do you mean, ‘dre” he was a little taken back by the nickname but he shook his thoughts out. “you should've never entered that classroom, girl. ever since you walked into sikowitz's room, i have not been the same.” “is that so, andre?” “[❤︎], don't start something you can't finish” you laughed at him being ridiculous, making his breathing stop for a split second. you beamed, it made his heart hurt more to the point he couldn't contain himself from kissing you.

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