Just That Laugh
Just that laugh:
She was a great singer. The best of the best, really. Her voice was sweet and covered in sugar. But it wasn't that that got him to fall for her. Far from it. It was her laugh. Her smile was a sneak-peak, like a movie trailer—making him want to see more of it. Her cute little dimples showed when she smiled. It was an adorable sight, like what Jade's smile first was. But this one was different; this smile wasn't like Jade's. It was sweeter, more genuine.
But it wasn't that that made him fall so hard he was sure he'd broken his heart by only thinking of her. It wasn't her smile that made his heart ache just by picturing it. It wasn't her dimpled smile that made him sad that he was with Jade. No—not her sweet smile.
It was her tinkling laugh. Just as sweet as her voice, twice as wonderful as her singing, three times as good as her smile. It was like that movie trailer—and he had finally seen that movie. And he wanted to play it over and over and over and over and over again. Her laugh was a short of rum that made him addicted to it after even one small drop.
It was her laugh that made him fall harder than if he had fallen off the roof of Hollywood Arts. It was her laugh that made his heart feel as if it was squeezing through a juicer just by remembering that gentle laugh. It was her soft, honey-coated laugh that made him want to end it with Jade. Yes—that sweet, soft laugh.
It was just her laugh that made him glad that he broke it off with Jade that one time. But it was the absence of that laugh that made him get back together with Jade—just for her happiness, just so he could hear that addicting laugh just one more time. It was that laugh that made him kiss Jade over and over—because he knew that if he didn't, Jade would get angry and take it out on the owner of that laugh, and he would be missing that laugh for the rest of however long until he kissed Jade again. It was that laugh that made him sacrifice his happiness—just to hear that laugh.
Just that laugh.
So? That's my first Beck/Tori—my fist Victorious at that! How was it? Tell me! Please. Anyway, I accept flames. But only if it is for ways to better my writing—is you didn't like the paring why'd you read it anyway, right? I think I did a good job, but you need to tell me anyway.
(PS: that button is the one you do it with. That blue one with the thought bubble? Yeah, that one.)