A/N:This is not my first Fic but it is my first Cade/Jat Fic. I fell in love with these characters after reading some stories about them, so now you should feel privileged that I will be presenting to you my own Cade/Jat Fic. *Applause* Oh keep it in your pants.

Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious, but I do own the shoes I bought, the matching shirt, pants... boobies!

It all started in the Janitor's closet.

Her back was turned to me as she was standing in front of the wall. A scraping sound could be heard. She turned around quickly with her hands behind her back when I closed the door. Her eyebrows were perched high above their regular position, her eyes filled with more darkness and anger than usual. She let's out a breath when she sees me and I can't help feeling a little disappointed at her reaction. Then again it is Jade we're talking about. At least I got a nervous reaction out of her other than her usual infuriatingly nonchalant attitude. She turns around and continues to carve on the wall with a pair of scissors. I sat down next to her, pulling my knees up and wrapping my arms around them as I place my chin on top.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" She asks without looking at me, choosing to continue her attack on the wall. That day had been a bad one for many reasons. I did not feel like keeping up the happy act at that moment, so I didn't.

"Shouldn't you?" I look up at her to find that she was already glancing down at me with her blue-green eyes. Eyebrows high again, a surprised look on her face. Cat Valentine said something smart and harsh? Directed at a human being? No one would believe you even if you got it on tape. Contrary to popular belief I am actually a smart and sometimes sassy person. I get good grades in school and I'm not so stupid in my house either, my parents wouldn't allow that. My parents don't really approve of my career choice. I want to be on Broadway, a face that people can recognize, a girl that people look up to, a girl full of talent. My parents wanted a lawyer, a serious girl who went to expensive private school and a rich kid university. They had the money, they just needed the girl. But they did have a girl, my sister, Patricia. The girl my parents always wanted, the daughter they bragged about to all their friends. They have hour long conversations about how great she's doing in school and how close she is to becoming a lawyer. But all they say when their friends ask about me is, she's fine. If they cared about me enough to find out how I really feel then they would see that I'm not fine at all.

I start to play with a string coming out of my shorts. If only my life was as simple as this thread. Whenever my life got out of hand, all I would have to do was yank it off and my life would be gone momentarily. That is, until another thread comes out again. A cycle that I think I would thoroughly enjoy.

A loud scrape on the wall in front of me thankfully startled me from my thoughts. I became curious as to what she was doing so I got up and I stood closely behind her, her perfume invading my nostrils. I stood on my tiptoes to glance at the wall over her shoulder, I couldn't really make anything out other than the first letter of her name.

"Why're you here?" She asks over her shoulder as I reclaim my position on the opposite wall. I shrug even though she can't see it.

"Bad day." I say with a sigh, the usual perkiness in my voice forgotten. She turned to lean on the wall, now facing me. Her eyebrow raised in question once again. I really love Jades eyebrows, they are so expressive and smooth. She crosses her arms over her chest, scissors in hand. Why anyone would enjoy cutting things beats me, but if it calms Jade down then so be it.

"Your sister in town?" I nod and cover my face with my hands. Me and Jade are good friends, real good friends. The whole 'I got your back' thing applying to our friendship. The only thing is that Jade is nice to me when there is no one around. In public she just doesn't insult me like she does everyone else, which is nice but it's still not the friendship I had hoped to have with her. She knows things about me that other people don't. She knows that there's a dark side of me, a normal and smart side. A poetic side as she so kindly puts it. She knows about all the little things I do that go unseen by other people, and I know the littles things about her. I know about her secret stuffed animal stash that she keeps hidden under her bed, she always says that she's going to kill me if I tell anybody, but she always says it with a playful smile. I know that she likes to cuddle before going to sleep, and that she likes it when you play with her hair.

I also know the dark things about her, darker then what she let's people believe. I know that she was really depressed when her mom died, she wouldn't eat or sleep. But then she went to a therapist that helped her quickly, the best therapist in town, my father. I guess that's why he doesn't like it when I'm around Jade, because of who she used to be, because of what she can easily become again. I ignore him though because Jade helps me with a lot of things, as I help her. And without mentioning it, we know that we depend on each other most of the time. We are two different people with the same problems.

"How long is she staying?" Jade asks as she turns around and continues to vandalize school property.

"Two months." I spat out angrily. Just when I was enjoying time in my house, maybe even- dare I say it- getting along with my parents, she has to come along and mess everything up. Now my parents are going to corner me and drive me insane, saying things about me being more like my perfect sister. They don't know the first thing about her. They think that she's the nicest girl in the world. They don't see the dark sides like I do. They don't experience the harsh words and the playful pushes that turn into full blown shoves. They don't see none of that because she doesn't let them. She's got them wrapped around her finger and they don't even know it. It's not only my parents, it's everyone that ever met her. Tori, Andre, Beck, they all think so highly of her. Rex even asked me why I wasn't more like my sister one day during lunch, Jade ripped his arms off. I almost sided with Rex that day, I actually asked myself why I wasn't more like my sister. I went to Jade after school that day and I drenched her shirt with my tears and all she did was hold me and comfort me and just be there for me. She was the one I turned to when things went bad, when not even my parents would listen, when my parents were the ones causing the problem. I don't know how I ended up turning to Jade with all my issues when I could've gone to Tori or Andre even, but I'm glad I went to Jade. I hadn't really gone to her, it was more of her finding me crying in the almighty Janitor's closet. I had told her about my parents and my sister and just everything. I hadn't expected anything to change between us, I thought that I would go to school the next day and still face the aggressive brunette like everyone else, but she started to act a little less vicious towards me. She would insult anyone who insulted me, and her insults toward me weren't as bad, they were almost playful.

Jade came to me first when she broke up with Beck. She didn't cry or anything but she was not her usual self, her eyes were dark and her eyebrows weren't as expressive as they always are. She told me that she didn't feel anything when she was with him, she had been so confused because she thought Beck was perfect. Handsome, respectful, smart, charming, he was everything Jade looked for in a person even though she would never admit it. I think that that was the moment our friendship began, when she reciprocated the revealing of herself. She realized that even if I looked like I was small and weak, she could lean on me and I can support her without a problem.

Jade sat next to me on the wall of the closet, putting a hand on my thigh and squeezing reassuringly. I don't mind when she touches me. I encourage it actually because I feel safe and loved somehow.

"It'll be over before you know it." She said softly as she catches my eyes with her own. Her blue eyes glowing under the light in the closet. I stole a glance at her lips before meeting her eyes again. I don't know why I did it, I had I weird feeling, kind of like I had to look at them because of our close proximity. They were just so pink and soft-looking and so there. I looked back up at her eyes quickly to not seem like I wanted to kiss her, but I don't really know what to feel these days.

I look up at her eyes again and they have grown considerably darker since I last gazed into them. Had she noticed my horny-boy glance at her lips? Had she seen the way I licked my lips when I thought about how soft they looked? If she did then she's doing a bad job at being disgusted by it, if she even wants to be disgusted by the idea of me ravaging her mouth at all. Not that I think about that. All the time. Which I don't.

"You think so?" I ask hesitantly, glancing quickly at her lips and cursing myself for it. I was so tempted, so extremely tempted, you cannot believe how much I wanted to kiss her. I don't understand why I was suddenly feeling this way about Jade. I had never noticed her lips before, and I'm pretty sure that she had never noticed the way that I never looked at her lips, not like the way that she's noticing right now. She tentatively licks her lips, she passes her tongue over them slowly, challenging me to look and I do and I so didn't want to but the image of her shining, wet lips is implanted in my mind and I don't think I want it to go away.

A blush creeps up my neck and makes a home on my cheeks as I try not to notice the way that her hand is now slightly moving up and down on my thigh. It makes me feel something in my stomach, something that feels like nausea but I feel that if I throw up all that will come out are those little heart shaped candies you get on Valentines day that say stuff like 'I love you' or 'Be mine.' My hearts would probably say something like 'Incompetent daughter' or 'Idiotic moron.' She's looking at me with a look of something I can't quite place my finger on. I place my hand over hers on my thigh so that she can stop her movements, so that I can think about where I am and what the hell is going on but all she does is intertwine our fingers and I feel more hopeless and dense than I have ever felt in my life.

"I failed my math test." I say unexpectedly and rather loudly. I don't know why I said that, but I just needed to say something that can clear the tension between us. It's the kind of tension that I don't mind because it's the type that you want to break by kissing, but this kind of tension is bad in my situation because I don't know if Jade wanted to kiss me too. She looked ready for it though, she looked nonchalant and suave and sexy. While I was almost squirming on the floor being all awkward and tingly. She acted as if she had been in this situation a countless amount of times and I know she hasn't, and I don't know if she was acting calm because she didn't want me to panic but her nonchalance only made me want to implode.

She's expressing herself through her eyebrows again, knitting them up in confusion while her eyes displayed something that she has never directed towards me. Was it disappointment I saw in her eyes?

"It's only one test, you'll have plenty more that can bring up your grade." She said encouragingly while standing up as the bell rang. She helped me up, looked at me briefly before flashing a grin and walking out the door. I stood in the Janitors closet by myself for a couple minutes before going to the door and opening it, I looked back once, my curiosity killing me. What I saw made me smile brightly. Jade's writing on the wall made me walk clumsily for the rest of the day. It made me spill my milk all over my salad. It made me eat the salad dreamily even though it tasted like the image of a cow eating grass.

It made me realize that that was the first day of my long fall for Jade West.

J+C

Forever

How 'bout that for a first chapter?

Review quickly so that your girlfriend doesn't catch you cheating on her with you computer. Even if she was okay with it, How awkward would that threesome be?

WHERE'S THE HOLE?

I DON'T KNOW!