One-shot, shameless fluff...
Jade pushed the Latina roughly up against the wall of the janitor's closet, her lips crashing into the other girl's, causing her to cry out in-
"Jade!"
"What?"
"You have got to stop reading those."
"I can't help it, I'm an egomaniac. Not that these do much for my ego. Am I really this much of a bitch?"
Tori rolled her eyes. They were going to have this conversation again. "No, of course not."
"You wouldn't think it to read some of this stuff. Oh, look, I'm a vampire in this one. Redeemed by the light of your heavenly sun. Ugh."
"Stop that."
"I sometimes wonder how you can stand to be with me. No wait, apparently you can't. I drive you to suicide here."
"That's nice."
"Actually, you die in quite a lot of these."
"I'm beginning to see that as a blessing."
"But it's okay, we all stand around and talk about what a saint you were. And I get to feel like crap, obviously, because it's usually my fault."
"They're not real, Jade."
"I know. It's just... why is it always me?"
"It's really not."
"Yes it is. Why am I always the evil one and you're always the angel?"
"Well, that's kind of the way we came across. You know what it was like."
"So, what, I was never nice? I didn't have one redeeming feature? What about that thing with the ice-cream? I helped you out, didn't I? So you didn't have to be Trina's slave?"
"I never said you didn't. Come on, Jade, I didn't write these, you know. They're just fantasies."
"Yeah, well, speaking of slaves and fantasies..."
"Please don't. You know that stuff creeps me out."
"Not according to this one here, it doesn't. I'm surprised you even find time to be the Princess of..." Jade peered at the screen, "...Bondagium. You know, what with all the time you spend tying me up and giving it to me in the a-"
"Jade!"
"I mean, what makes people think I'd even want that?"
"I don't know - maybe you look like that kind of girl."
"Well, we'll never know now, will we?"
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"That's not fair."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."
"Anyway, what about all the ones where you're all dark and mysterious, and I'm just a total dork? 'Oh Jade, said the Latina to herself as she looked at the moody Goth, you're so totally cool and awesome and mean and everything, I love you, but you'd never look at me that way.'"
"Well, they are more realistic, I suppose, but... Ow!"
"You deserved that. And what about 'Streetlights'? I cried at that."
"Okay, I'll give you 'Streetlights'."
"Yay!"
"But they're still all about you. You know, melting the ice-maiden."
"I did."
"No you didn't."
"Actually, no. You were already pretty gooey."
"Very funny. I just want... I don't know, Tori. Just for once I'd like to be the nice one - not the damaged one, or the weird one, or the cold one, or the one who spends all their time stomping about punching people and has a bedroom full of dead rats."
"Jade..."
"Just for once, I'd... I'd like to be the hero."
Tori felt her eyes sting, and she crossed the room to kneel beside the other girl. "You'll always be my hero," she said quietly, as she wrapped her arms around her and tried not to flinch at the cold steel of the wheelchair. "Whatever they say."
Jade rested her head against Tori's and felt the hug tighten. "You are so cheesy, Vega," she murmured, brushing away a tear. "Sometimes I think you read too much fan fiction."
"Jade!"