A/N: Hi everyone! I wrote this short chapter fic for the contest in the "Moving Victorious Up" forum. I am just getting started writing fanfic, so please read and review! (: Thank you. Love, omgitsbade
Disclaimer: There's a reason I don't own Victorious. We tried, but somehow I accidentally made the whole show about ALL the things Jade hit with her monkey fur purse. Heyyyy…someone should write a fanfic about that…(: Agreed?
The traditional "Meet the Parents" dinner. Just what I want to waste my time doing. Or not. Yes, tonight is the night Beck is taking me home to have dinner with his parents. I mean, we've been dating for over a year, and I practically live in his RV. (Yet they don't precisely know that, because the one rule they do have is the "no girls in the RV" thing.) So I don't even know them, yet I'm already breaking their rules. Sweet.
"Are you ready to go babe," my Greek-god worthy boyfriend asked me from his casual position leaning against the doorframe in my room.
"Don't rush me," I spat. "I'm not even wearing enough make-up! Don't you want them to like me? Or is this your secret sabotage plan to get us to break up so you can date Tori?" I actually knew he wouldn't leave me for Tori. I just like messing with him. And he kisses me when he's trying to convince me he loves me.
"Jade, honey," he says quietly, "Au contraire, I think you are wearing enough makeup. You seem to be wearing enough eyeliner for costume makeup."
"All the world's a stage!" I shouted. "Stupid, unsupportive sexy boyfriends…" I trailed off evilly.
"Wow, I don't even know if that's a compliment or an insult."
"Neither do I," I admitted.
He laughed. "And baby, for the millionth time! I'm not leaving you for Tori. Why would I want a perfect, pretty, nice girl when I can be constantly in fear of being beaten up?
I growled. Then slapped him, but he caught my hand before it made contact with his cheek. I struggled against him, but he help my wrists. We fell backwards onto the bed. One almost-wrestling match later, and I was sitting up on his chest, straddling him. I win.
I leaned down to kiss him.
20 minutes, one make out session, and one episode of him being hit repeatedly with a monkey fur purse and matching scarf later, we arrived at his parents' house. The big dinner. Joy.
To be honest, although you couldn't have paid me a million dollars to admit it, I was a teeny bit nervous. For some reason, parents and small children tend to run and scream when they see me. I simply can not figure out why.
I stepped up onto the porch with Beck. He was "guiding" (aka pushing) me to the door with him. His mother opened the door. Crap.
A/N: Hey! I hope you enjoyed it!
I am guessing it will only be either one or two more chapters …Please Review. If anyone has any ideas for the story, or comments, or random things they would like to say, REVIEW! Thank you (: