Author's Note: I can tell I'm going to love this story. This is before the gang met. Yes, I think the whole victorious gang will be in this. There is no Hollywood arts. Jade will be a little OOC in this story. IN this chapter the most! So enjoy.

Disclaimer: I am not Dan. I don't own Victorious. I promise.

Run baby run!
Don't ever look back;
They'll tear us apart if you give them the chance!
Don't tell your heart, don't say we're not meant to be,
Run baby run,
Forever we'll be, you and me!

*Clap clap*

Jade rolled over. Her alarm clock was singing to her favorite song, Check yes, Juliet, by We the Kings. She smiled, and landed her palm on the ovular button on the top and sighed. Today was her last morning at home. At one, she would be leaving for summer camp until the week before school started.

She threw off her covers and grabbed her clothes, rushing to the bathroom before Andrew, her brother could get it. She laughed as he opened the door and ran after her, but was too slow, and ended up with a slammed door in his face.

Jade looked at herself in the mirror. The night before, she'd gone to her friend's party, and the signs were on her face. Glow in the dark liquid covered her neck and chest in green, neon yellows, and a whitish color that was once blue. Mascara and eyeliner edged her eyes, making them look bed-head fierce. She sighed, and grabbed the make-up remover off of her shelf when Andrew started banging on the door.

"I got to pee!" he screamed at her.
"Too much information!" Jade screamed back, and continued.

Annoyed, Jade squirted a little of the liquid onto a cotton ball, and put it back on the shelf. "Go take a whizz outside on a tree," she added calmly, and stared at her reflection over the counter, wiping off the excess make-up.

Jade smiled when she heard Andrew walk off, muttering something about how girls were ridiculous and stupid. She finished wiping off her make-up, washed her face, and applied new material to her face, this time, less, and more fresh-looking.

She finished in the bathroom, after changing, brushing her hair and teeth, and putting on deodorant, and walked out of the bathroom, seeing Andrew on the floor against the wall opposite the bathroom. She smiled. "Done," she replied.

Andrew rolled his eyes. "Can't wait 'till you're gone," he grumbled, getting up.
Girls were so annoying sometimes, taking up massive amounts of time in the bathroom.
He could get everything done in fifteen if he didn't have to take a constitutional.

Jade eyed him. "You really ought to put a shirt on. You're going to poke my eye out one day," she added with a smirk

Andrew mocked her, making faces that she hadn't for emphasis, and pushed her shoulder gently, then let himself into the bathroom, and locked the door.

Jade rolled her eyes, tossed her dirty clothes in the hamper, and walked into her bedroom to clean it before she left. Sometimes, she thought she liked having a brother. He'd been there when she'd had guy problems, and stuck up for her a lot at school. Other times, she didn't understand why he didn't build a new bathroom for himself.

Jade made her bed and tidied her dresser before stuffing her perfume and make-up bag into her suitcase that was sitting on her floor behind her door.
Then, she went to her closet and put all the shoes that her scattered around the house in order and hung up all the clothes that she'd decided not to bring.

She picked up a red shirt that was a low scoop neck and had a hole in the back, connected at the neck with a tie and studied it.
After a moment, she threw it into her extremely unorganized suitcase that still wasn't completely packed yet.

She finished her closet, and moved onto her dresser.
She wrapped her perfume in bubble-wrap and put it next to her suitcase alongside a small collection of her make-up.
She grabbed her iron-supplement pills and tossed those in too.

Finally, she looked around her room for something that she might have missed.
It felt like she missed everything.
She thought about her just folding her room up in quarters and bringing it with her, and she smirked at herself.
She compromised for a teddy bear that she could put on her bed to remind her of home, eventhough she knew noone could ever see that.

But then again, she was trying something new, with new people whom she had never met.

She went to the linen closet and grabbed some sheets, queen sized just in case, and put that in her overfilling suitcase too.
She contemplated stuffing her pillow it, but decided she'd just put it in the backseat in case she wanted to take a rest during her drive.

A knock on her door startled her. "Sorry," Andrew apologized, but the grin splayed across his face gave away his amusement.
Jade made a face at him. "What are you doing?" she asked him, lifting an pierced eyebrow.
Andrew never came into her room.

Andrew leaned up against the door frame, crossing his arms. His man-boobs bulged out between the space, and Jade made another face at him.
Gross!
"Just wanted to tell you that I hate you and can't wait for you to leave, and hope you never come home," he replied casually, shrugging.

Jade laughed sarcastically and pulled her suitcase onto her bed, stuffing even more necessity items into pockets. "I'll miss you too, jerk-face," she replied, pulling on the zipper. The suitcase wasn't closing.
She groaned and set to work folding clothes, making them neat and organized, knowing it wouldn't last a week. She found a place for everything, and still didn't see how she was going to close it.
The bag was stretched to its limit, every pocket was bulging with items.
She stepped back, and analyzed it before looking to Andrew.
"Help please?" she asked him.

Andrew snickered at her, but walked forward and leaned on the top of the suitcase while Jade pulled the zipper around the three sides of the baggage.
She grinned at him. "Thanks," she replied, and patted him high on the shoulder to avoid touching his man-boob.
Gross.

He looked at his sister with a questioning look and rolled his eyes. Then he opened his arms and enveloped her in a hug.. "You can always call, and you're only a day's drive away," he reminded her.
Jade smiled. "You're such a wuss," she told him.
All men were wusses. They liked to think that they were tough and manly, never cried and only swore when something hurt, but when they were alone, Jade was convinced that they cried like babies.

Even so, she hugged him back

"Oh, and I want pictures and other souvenirs," he added with a nod.
"Stuff like cups and pictures of you falling on your face and stuff."

Jade sighed. Boys were impossible.
"Yes, and then you'll get mad when I tell you it's a boy that did it." She replied.
Andrew smiled sheepishly. "Well, how else am I supposed to badger you?"
There was a moment of awkward silence before Andrew filled it with, "But you should stay away from boys. It would make me worry less." He added pointedly.

She remembered the year before when she went to sports camp with Andrew.
It had been a nightmare. He tormented her, and by the end of the first week, boys refused to look at her.
Those were the times when she wished she didn't have an older brother.

Jade punched him playfully in the chest. "Shut up, would you? You sound like mom,"

"Who sounds like mom?" a voice came from the doorway.

The two looked and saw their mother, Eliza, in the doorway, wearing an apron over a t-shirt and shorts.
Her short cropped hair was brought back into a half pony-tail to get the hair out of her face while she cooked, and her apron was covered from top to bottom in flour and water.

"Andrew is blubbering, asking me not to go," Jade teased, giving him a look out of the corner of her eye.

"Am not!" Andrew retorted. "I can't wait! I get the bathroom to myself!"
He crossed his arms and pouted.

The three laughed. Then, looked at her daughter.

Tears flooded her eyes as she thought about the past, and she grabbed her hand.
Jade gave her a look that said, 'Mom, what's wrong?'

"My baby girl is leaving..." she whimpered, her bottom lip quivering.

Jade, trying to lighten the mood, laughed. "Mother, I'm going to camp. I'll be back in three months. I have one more year before I leave for good. No worries," she said, and hugged her mom.
Over her shoulder, Andrew was laughing and pointing at her. Jade stuck her tongue out at him, and then kissed her mother's cheek.

"Alright," her mother sniffled. "I uhm..." Eliza wiped her face with her floury apron. "I baked you cookies for the trip up and I packed your lunch." she told them, absent-mindedly walking out of her room towards her ever-beloved kitchen.

Jade smiled at Andrew with knowing eyes. Both of the children knew that their mother wasn't going to take Jade's leaving very lightly, even if she was coming back in three months and going to be going to their high school for her senior year. Their father had died a year back in the war, and so Eliza took anyone's leaving really hard.

"I want some cookies," Andrew grumbled, following the two girls into the main area of the house.

Jade smiled back victoriously. "Ask mom to make some for you," she replied sarcastically, and went into the kitchen.
She knew their mother wouldn't make another batch for at least another week or so, and Andrew would probably blow up the kitchen if he tried to make them.

When they got to the kitchen, Jade was welcomed by a giant box of cookies, enough to last her two days, even if she sat on the couch all day and vegged on them. Her eyeballs popped out of her head. "Mom! Wow! Thanks! But…how am I going to fit all this?" she asked, looking at her nearly over-stuffed lunch-box.

Her mom shrugged. "You'll fit it somehow," she said with a knowing smile and a sniffle, and wiped off her hands satisfactorily on her apron.

Over an hour later, Jade was all packed up in her small silver car.
She left it running, and got out to say her good-byes.

Mrs. West kissed her daughter on the forehead and cheeks, and then left abruptly for her house with her head down.

She really didn't want her to leave. Jade was her baby girl.

Of course, Eliza loved her son just as much as she loved her daughter, but not having a husband to bond with her son left him to find another 'dad' figure, while Jade and her bonded more close.

Andrew watched his mom leave. Then, he turned to Jade, and tucked his hands into his pockets. "Well, I'll see you later, Jadelyn," he said.
Jade moaned. "How many times have I asked you not to call me that?" she asked him with a scowl.
Andrew looked around and puckered his lips. "Uhmmm…" he thought outloud. "About…fourteen million, forty seven and six." He told her.
Jade laughed, pushing her freshly dyed black hair of her eyes. "That's not even a real number." She said.
Andrew nodded. "No, but two is, and it's the number of years older than you I am," he said proudly, offering a hand to Jade.

But Jade didn't take it. She launched herself into her brother's arms, and hugged him tight. Andrew closed his hands around her waist, and lightly kissed her hair.
"Be good," he said. "No boys," he added. "I don't want to have to take a day out of my work schedule and bathroom lounging to come and beat some pervert up for you," he said casually.
"But if you really need me to, I will," he added just in case.
Jade laughed, and let Andrew walk her to her car. "Don't worry about me. You can blow the bathroom up for three months." she said.
"Yes!" Andrew hissed.
"But when I come back, all war on the bathroom toilet ceases." She warned with a finger.
Andrew gave her a look. "I'll work on an air-freshener strong enough for me while you're gone." He promise.

Jade made a face. "You're so gross!" she told him.
Andrew shrugged. "I'm your brother," he said, kissed his fingers and slapped her forehead.
Jade scowled at him, but he'd already shut her door.
He had his pinky and thumb open on his closed fingers, and he put it to his ear.
"Call me," he mouthed to her.

Jade stuck her tongue out, but nodded, put the car in reverse, and backed out of her driveway and headed down along the road, waving briefly.

Andrew stared at the car, waving until he couldn't see it anymore, and set off for the house to consol his mother with a dreaded chick-flick.