Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious, contrary to popular belief.

"Ten."

Jade could barely understand the word that had managed to escape her mouth. Part of her was still in denial. Part of her was still waiting for him to open the door. She wanted him to hug her or kiss her or talk to her or do anything to let her know that he still cared. She wanted to hear him apologize and she wanted to hear his shitty excuses for not following her when she walked out of Tori Vega's front door.

But she knew that wouldn't happen.

She knew they'd been drifting apart for months now. Every conversation they had seemed to turn into an argument. They'd always bickered about little things in the past, but those were nothing compared to the seemingly constant screaming-matches they'd been having recently. She knew it wasn't entirely his fault, but he'd been so distant lately. It felt like he had time for everyone except for her, especially Vega. He canceled on her so frequently because of "homework," but just last week he spent three nights in a row helping Tori with her audition. But Jade understood why. Beck was tired of her. She's not an easy person to be around. No matter how hard she tried, she always ended up flying off the handle at the smallest of things. She couldn't blame him for wanting to be around someone else.

She couldn't blame him for wanting to be with someone else.

Whenever he tried to bring up the tension between them, Jade couldn't talk about it. She refused to. She already knew everything he'd say:

"All we do is fight"

"I'm tired of arguing about everything"

"I can't do this anymore"

"I'm not happy"

"I can't be with you anymore"

Sure, there was always the chance that the conversation would end positively, but Jade knew that that wouldn't happen. Too many people had left her for her to genuinely believe that Beck would stay any longer. She figured if she avoided the conversation long enough, he'd give up. She thought that maybe if they ignored the issues long enough, they'd go away, and they could be happy again. But Jade knew she was only kidding herself. Part of her wasn't surprised at all when the door didn't open.

But knowing didn't make it hurt any less.

Knowing didn't stop her from reaching for the door handle. Jade wanted to open it again. Breaking up wasn't really what she'd planned on doing. When she walked outside, she expected him to follow. She didn't realize he'd taken her seriously until she uttered the number "four." For the first time in a long time, Jade had absolutely no idea what to do. She wanted to open the door again and… do what exactly? Tell him she didn't mean it? Beg for him to stay? Have the conversation she'd been trying to avoid all along? It'd be pointless. Beck had obviously made up his mind. If she went back in there, she'd only make a fool of herself. Keeping her dignity, she walked away from the door, pulled the keys to Beck's truck out of her pocket, and sat in the driver's seat. For a moment, she contemplated walking back inside. It's not too late, she thought to herself. But she knew that it was.

Jade drove with no destination at first. She contemplated where she would go as the first tear fell, involuntarily. That was when she remembered that she was driving Beck's truck. If she went home now, she'd have to face him again when she returned the vehicle later on. She changed directions and headed towards Beck's RV. The drive that felt like hours was only about six or seven minutes in reality. Once she arrived, Jade parked the truck in Beck's driveway and sent him a text.

Your truck's outside the rv. keys are in the mailbox.

-Jade

His reply was almost instant.

Can we talk about this?

-Beck

We could've earlier if you opened the door.

No.

-Jade

She watched the typing icon come and go. He would write something, then erase it, then write something else. After five minutes he replied.

Youre being childish

-Beck

And you're being a dick, so I guess we're even.

Drop it.

-Jade

As she began walking in the direction of her house, she tried her hardest to keep her composure. Though a constant stream of tears was falling down her face, she managed not to become hysterical. Her phone buzzed a few more times, but she didn't look at the messages. He already had his chance. It was too late for excuses or a makeup. She was done. She knew he was unhappy, she knew he was tired of fighting all the time, and honestly, she was too. Jade agreed with him, but that didn't make her feel any better. She missed the old times when they used to sit and laugh and have a good time together for more than five minutes. She missed the way they used to be before everything turned to shit. As she reminisced, the tears began to fall much more heavily. Her phone began to ring, interrupting her thoughts. Jade quickly wiped her tears and cleared her throat before answering.

"When I said I didn't want to talk about it with you, I meant it. So stop fucking texting me before I attach your stupid RV to the truck and detach it at the top of a steep hill," Jade hissed.

"Jadey? Are you crying?" a familiar voice questioned hesitantly on the other end.

Jade sighed. "I'm fine, Cat. What do you want?"

"Do you want to come over? I'm in the car with my mom now because I asked her to pick me up a little bit after you left because cards wasn't really fun anymore and everyone was kinda sad and I thought you might be sad so then I thought we could have a sleepover and watch movies but you could pick the movies and mayb-"

"Yeah, Cat. I don't really want to go home anyway." Jade admitted, cutting the redhead off. Usually, when she was upset, she just headed over to the RV and confided in Beck. But before that - before Beck - she spent the night at Cat's house. Beck always asked her what was wrong and gave her his opinions and advice, but sometimes she didn't want that. Sometimes she just wanted to rant and be angry, sometimes she just wanted to cry and be sad, sometimes she just wanted to exist. But she didn't want to be alone. Cat understood that perfectly. Cat never brought up the reasons why Jade needed cheering up. She never acknowledged the elephant in the room unless Jade did so first. She talked about anything and everything but; school, movies, candy, clothes, celebrities. Jade appreciated that. She never had to explain herself around Cat, and Cat didn't ever have to explain herself around Jade.

"Yay! Do you need a ride? We can pick you up!" Cat offered excitedly.

"Yeah, actually." Jade mentally kicked herself for returning Beck's truck. His RV is really only walking distance from Tori's house, and even that takes about thirty minutes.

As the ending credits for Titanic rolled, Jade found herself wiping the tears from her eyes. Looking to her left, she saw a concerned Cat staring at the couch cushion beneath her, playing with her hair. They've watched the movie together thousands of times and Jade never cried at the ending. Even Cat only teared up at it every now and again. Cat wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to do. Jade could get mad if she said the wrong thing, and the last thing she wanted was to upset the girl even more.

After minutes of silence between the two, Cat uttered, "My mom always says that Jack could've fit on the door." Maybe she could start a conversation about the movie. Jade loved to pick apart films, so maybe they could criticize it together or something.

When Jade stayed quiet, the girl continued, "I think he could've fit on the door too but he just decided not to try. I wonder why he didn't. What do you think?" Cat looked up at her friend.

"I think that Beck could've opened the door. He just decided not to try," Jade replied without missing a beat. Cat's mouth fell open for a brief moment as Jade turned to look her in the eye. She was taken aback. It was very rare that she and Jade had serious conversations about her problems. She never wanted to, and Cat was okay with it. She just wanted Jade to be happy, and she always seemed happiest when they ignored her problems.

"Are we... do you want to talk about it?" Cat asked hesitantly.

Jade's answer was almost instantaneous, "No."

Cat handed Jade the remote and watched as her friend found a horrible looking movie to watch. They laughed as they critiqued it together until they both eventually fell asleep. Cat was mid-sentence (albeit, a very long one) when she heard her friend lightly snoring. While she was slightly offended that Jade found her sentence boring enough to sleep to, she was happy. She was happy because Jade was laughing with her a few minutes prior, which meant that she'd fallen asleep (at least a little) happy. Jade was happy, and Cat's job was done.

A/N: Well, folks, there you have it! My first actual Victorious fanfic! Please review and let me know how you feel about it, and whether or not I should continue with the other post-breakup episodes or just leave it as a one-shot :)