Jade POV:
I'm out of the hospital, rehab to be exact. No not because they think I'm mental or have a certain disorder that would cause a distress for anyone around me. It's something else, maybe it's the fact they found out I had cutted myself. I remember the scene so vividly. My little brother barging into the bathroom in my room one day, and just so happens to find me there lying motionless. The rest was history. Or maybe it's something else they haven't told me about, a mystery I suppose. Though what do they know? I have my reasons for my actions. I always do. Memories of the past is all a blur to me. I stand outside of the hospital. Tugging my sweater closer to my chest as my eyes searches for Beck. To my surprise, he isn't here with his RV instead he's walking. The unusual part is the fact his feet barely touches the ground, like he's floating. I don't think about it for a moment since my mind is now blocked with the thought of actually seeing him. I can't help but make my emotions overtake me as I wave at him. Watching with my emerald eyes as the corner of his lips turn into a smile.
"Beck!" I shout, my voice loud and raspy as I run towards him. The corner of my eyes sees countless of people raising their eyebrows towards us. Muttering 'Who's Beck?' under their breaths. I don't mind them though. They all could shove their asses down their throats. Before I know it, my feet is latched onto his waist as I hug him tightly and close to my chest. Hearing both of our hearts beating in unison. More whispers around us 'She should go back to rehab, she's crazy'.
After a few minutes of hugging him, I stop. Finally taking note he's cold. Really cold in fact, I decide it's best to let go. I touch his shoulders lightly before I avert my gaze to the people around me. Watching them turn their bodies abruptly in a sign of fright. Just the thought of them being cowards, tugs at my emotions. Urging me to cause a fit and just when I'm about to, I feel his hand on my shoulders. So feathery light and soft, I can't help but nod my head and understand that he wants me to stop. So I stop, closing my eyes tightly as I breath in slowly. Just when I open my eyes, he offers his hand towards me. I don't decline, I never do. I hold his hand tightly, as my pale fingers entwine with his chocolate ones. His hands are usually warm and my hands cold. It seems like it's the opposite now. What happened? The last time I saw Beck before I went to rehab was the time we went to a party to celebrate Cat's brother friend birthday. Beck wasn't drunk though, he refused to when he was the one to be driving. He wants to be 'safe'. I remember when I was the one be drunk that night, Beck thought I was crazy. I replied 'that's how I roll'. And everything else was a blur, a big blur. I refuse to remember anything that's was in the past but mostly the bad memories. Although some bad memories connect to good memories, so I forget those too.
"Jade." Beck coos into my ear, his voice soft. So soft it was just like a whisper except there was something more. Something I couldn't pinpoint. As we were walking, wing blew through us. The wind entangling themselves into my hair sending shivers down my spine. I decided this could be the reason as to why he was cold. Temperature wise. I mean he's been walking for awhile now right? Right. He grabs my chin to stare right into his eyes, he lets out a silly chuckle. "You're finally out of rehab, I've been waiting till this day."
"So now you've been counting the days?" I smirked, before I continued "Did you miss me?" I look at my arms as I say those words. All those cuts are the reason why I was in rehab to begin with. Remembering how my arms were once so flawless are now all scratched up. As my eyes continue to stare at the scars, and my fingers tracing each and every one of them. Beck finally notices me looking at it, in an attempt to make me feel better he whispers into my ears. And just like that there's the cold breeze. "You're beautiful, when you're feeling down tell me." He smiles slightly as he says those few words. I smile back at him as I reach for a kiss. My hands falling perfectly onto his neck as I pull him in. He presses his lips against mines. His lips are soft as he gently kisses me over and over before finally looking away in embarrassment. As we finally pull away I take in his following features, and the way his cheeks usually would turn red at this moment but isn't right now. I raise an eyebrow.
"We kissed tons of time, why look away now?" I asked curiously, entwining my fingers with his as I stare into his brown eyes.
"Today is different. You're out of rehab" He mutters, squeezing my hand gently as his free one runs through his messy hair. He continues. "I'm not use to kissing you after all these months of waiting."
"Nonsense. You're speaking nonsense Beck." I scoffed, laughing lightly as I shrug my shoulders and say "You could've stolen me away you know. Break into the hellhole I was living in and bring me to you."
"I'm not speaking nonsense, Jade" His voice begins to rise. "It is different and I couldn't steal you away even if I wanted to." He smirks, pressing his lips against my hand. Before I know it, people are turning to look at us for an unknown reason which I'm not aware of. I hear them mutter something under their breaths 'I feel so bad for her' or something between those lines. And these are one of those moments I wonder 'Is Beck that charming?'. People always blame me for being nuts. Well maybe I am the one crazy, since I did got out of rehab but still it doesn't give them the right to judge.
"Whatever."
He grins at hearing the response I say to him, though I'm afraid to say that his smile doesn't quite reaches his eyes. "You know I love you more than my life right?"
"I love you more" I snickered as I looked up at the sky and say "Let's keep on walking, people are beginning to stare."
Beck POV:
I couldn't touch her like I would normally do. It's different this time, not because she's out of rehab. I can't quite put it. She's still beautiful. The same ever since I met her. Her cheeks would turn a bright pink when I would compliment her. I wonder why can she see me, when I am nothing whereas the fact she's something. Her hands are warm, and her voice has a sweet ring to it. My voice a muffled to everyone but to her a sweet melody. How can she do that? Doesn't she know, I am nothing? People used to ask me why I am still with her, but I don't answer. I just shove my hands deep into my pockets and say 'I just do'.
As time passes by, people stop asking for me. Since they already know everything. Except for Jade. And why is that?
Author Note:
I was wondering what you thought of this story. It has a big twist to it. :)
It's unlike any other fanfiction. I hope. Since, I'm trying my best to make this storyline review, it would mean a lot to me.
