Title: Almost Easy
Rating: T
Warnings: Bashing of religion (don't bitch if you are offended, I warned ahead of time), Cussing, Lots of cussing, drug use (weed mostly), underage drinking, possible self-harm. AUish, Spoilers for "Jade Gets Crushed" and possible other episodes.
Pairings: Bade, Jandré, OFC/Beck, possible Bori
Summary: Beck has two secrets. Neither of which he's willing to tell anyone at Hollywood Arts. But when one of those secrets moves to LA, will Beck be able to blend the two lives to one, or will everything come unraveled?
Playlist: Fever- Bullet For My Valentine
Beck Oliver sat ontop of a head stone in St. James cenatary in Chicago, Illinois, waiting for his friend to meet up with him. It was dark for Chicago, he could barely see anything more than twenty feet ahead of him, even though he could see easily farther than a human on normal nights.
A black, shadowy object ran behind a headstone just out of his line of sight. Thanks to his knowledge of ghost stories, Beck instantly stood up, tense, ready to run. It'd be useless to fight a ghost, so only answer RUN. The mass grew closer to the male, too fast for a normal human to see, for him to even get away from. When it ran in the row infront of him, it stopped behind a headstone. A few seconds later there was a femeninate laugh from behind the black stone, a tall, olive skinned female stood up.
She had black hair covering half of her face, the half that wasn't covered fully visible to Beck. She wore black-framed glasses over her purple eyes, which were lined with heavy black eyeliner. Her teeth were pearly white, with a long canine easily seen. She was wearing a black corset top with fishnetting up her arms, a black pentagram necklace on a black chain (similar to the one Beck had on over his t-shirt), and black men's basketball shorts. She had a tattoo on her right leg of a black and red wolf. "What did you think I was the ghost horse?" She taunted him, jumping over the knee-high headstone from a standing position.
Beck rolled his eyes, relaxing as the female walked towards him, wrapping her scrawny arms around his neck before slightly leaning up to kiss him on the lips. "So how long until you dump your gank of a girlfriend and come here to stay with me?" The female asked him.
"Avenged," Beck warned her, though it was an empty threat before kissing her again.
Ten minutes later the two were laying side by side, half dressed Beck's arm around Avenge's scarred (and now slightly brusied) shoulders. "How long are you here?" She asked him for the millionth time that day.
"Weekend," Beck told her before his text alert went off. Avenge begged her with her puppy dog eyes not to answer it, because they both knew who it was. "I'm sorry I have to, Jade'll kill me if I don't." Avenge nodded silently, looking up at the stars as Beck typed a message to his girlfriend in California. "You know you're mine, no one's gonna change that." "I know I'll always be yours, I know I'll be your secret too, and I don't care, it just hurts that we're always apart for so long," Avenged told him. Beck kissed her again before letting the werewolf curl up to him and drift to sleep.