She thought she couldn't go on any longer. That day, she was pretty sure she was going to die without him. He was her life, the one thing that kept her from snapping. He knew how to calm her down, and he actually made her happy. But that all changed. The memories, the feelings, and the happiness. It all ended, the day Beck Oliver left Jade West.

It was during High School, in their senior year. He one day woke up and realized he had certain feelings for a Miss Tori Vega. And he decided it wasn't right to be in a relationship with someone, when he wanted someone else. So he broke up with Jade for her.

He claimed that he still loved Jade, that he always would. But what they had just wouldn't last. He wanted things, and Jade wasn't one of them.

"I promise, I still love you." Beck said, holding Jade's arms to stop her from shaking. "But, I can't be in this anymore. It wouldn't be fair to you. I'm sorry Jade."

"Beck, please. Are you really going to let Tori get in the way of what we have?"

"She didn't get in the way. We weren't going to last either way."

"You don't believe that. I know you don't." She said, her voice cracking.

Beck looked down and sighed. "I'm sorry." He said, before planting one last kiss on her cheek and walking away.

Two years. That had happened exactly two years ago. And that was the last time she and Beck talked. For a while she went through a depression. But her parents decided to end it. It wasn't healthy for Jade to just sit around the house and not talk to anyone. So they, being so rich, sent her to Paris to find herself.

Jade thought it was stupid at first. She already knew who she was, or she thought she did. But after a month of seeing the beautiful sights and meeting new people, away from Hollywood Arts, she loved it. She then returned to America refreshed and happy, for the first time in a long while. Yes, she still hated many things and kept her cynical attitude. But she learned to appreciate new things and handle people's flaws, not like she used to.

She soon made many new friends, not Cat or Robbie. And definitely not Tori. Although she still kept in contact with Andre, sending letters and e-mails to catch up. But that was it, nothing more. And she was okay with that.

Almost a year after the break up, Jade finally met someone. His name was Tyler, and he in no way reminded her of her ex. He had light hair and light skin, lived in a house and not a trailer, had sarcasm but not nearly as much as Beck, and bright blue eyes. He made her feel beautiful, special and everything else. She also noticed he made her feel things that Beck never had. And at this realization she laughed out loud in triumph.

She smiled, finally finding love again. Only then did she realize how much she missed it, and Beck hadn't totally destroyed the concept of true love for her.

That day, Jade got over Beck. She got over the sadness she felt whenever she thought about him, the jealousy of Tori, and the anger that he let their love go so easily. But now she didn't care as much, for she had Tyler. And that was all she really needed.

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Jade dragged the charcoal pencil across the paper, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and another pencil in her mouth. After a minute of scribbling on the page, she removed both pencils from her mouth and hand, setting them down beside her and sighing in content.

That's when the front door of the apartment opened, Tyler walking in and placing his bag down on the table.

"Hey." He smiled as he came over and bent down, giving her a sweet kiss.

"Hey yourself." She smiled as he went back into the kitchen. She hopped up, bringing her sketch pad with her, and followed her boyfriend. When he turned back around, she shoved it in front of his face. "I finished it!" she said giddily, smiling brightly.

Tyler took one look at it and returned the same smile. "Jade, that's fantastic!" He took the pad from her and examined the drawing. "And this is amazing."

"You really think so? Because this took me two weeks to finish!"

He looked at her through the corner of his eye. "Trust me, I know." He chuckled, referring to how tense and distracted she had been with the drawing.

She rolled her eyes and smacked his arm playfully, before saying, "And I need it to be perfect for Mr. Dean's class." Mr. Dean was her college Professor. She decided to actually go to college shortly after returning from Paris.

Tyler put the sketch pad down on the table and faced Jade, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Jade, your drawing is far more than perfect. I have no doubt that you'll get an awesome grade, because you deserve it. You're the most amazing, talented, beautiful artist I've ever met."

She smiled and looked into his eyes, before rising up and connecting their lips. It sent sparks into her head, as it always did when she kissed him.

They continued to kiss passionately when they were interrupted by Tyler's phone. They pulled away and she groaned. He smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, just give me a minute?"

She chuckled and nodded. He held the phone to his ear and she walked passed him, dragging her hand seductively across his chest. He just smirked and went on in his conversation as she walked out the front door, grabbing the mail from the small box.

She sorted through the letters, kicking the door closed behind her, went she suddenly stopped. Tyler turned around, his call already over. It turned out to just be a telemarketer.

He noticed her shock and asked slightly worried, "What's wrong?"

She looked up at him and held up a piece of paper. On it, it said,

You are invited to the Hollywood Arts Reunion, this Saturday at 5:00 pm.

How is this? Because I had this idea for a while, but I'm just now writing about it. I know, I'm strange! Haha

Anyway, please tell me what you think! I will probably continue either way, but I still LOVE reviews and comments and PM messages! So tell me! :)