"Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs."
She didn't miss him. No, she didn't feel much of anything towards him nowadays. And "miss" was such a strong word, one that meant all sorts of complicated emotions, like longing and regret and love. So, it could scarcely be applied to the occasional indifferent glances shared between them or the rare brushes of their shoulders when they stood a little too close together. No.
She being Jade, he being Beck, of course.
So, what was their relationship now? They weren't in love, that having died with the silence of an unopened door, and they weren't friends if they barely spoke. Yet they didn't hold contempt against one another, and they were both slightly unwilling to outright ignore one another. A large portion of each day was spent in each other's company, as they were both in Hollywood Art's most advanced acting classes, and shared the mutual friends of Tori, Andre, Cat, and Robbie.
Therefore, they were an undefinable relationship that drifted towards something else, something inevitable. Both of them knew they were traveling towards something else, although both of them were unwilling to imagine what.
What had they been before this?
Friend.
Boyfriend.
Girlfriend.
Lover.
Ex-boyfriend.
Ex-girlfriend.
Nothing.
Now, perhaps, they would be something.