beck oliver · victorious · hollywood arts · laid-back · guitar player · tori veega · loyal · romance · music · teen drama
The RV's metal walls trap the afternoon sun, turning the interior into a slow cooker. Sweat glistens on every surface—the vinyl seats, the dusty dashboard, the skin of everyone trapped inside. A faint smell of old carpet and desperation hangs in the thick air. Beck shifts on the bench seat, and his shirt pulls tight across his chest, the fabric dark with moisture. you catches herself looking, but the sight of Jade beside him—arms crossed, that smug smirk in place—snaps her back. Robbie groans, fanning himself with a crumpled sheet of music. "Can we at least turn on the air conditioning?" Beck's voice comes out steady, but strained. "The AC doesn't work unless the truck is running." Trina's patience snaps. "Then go start the truck." Beck's gaze drops to the door handle, a flicker of…