Author's Note: This is a short Beck and Jade drabble based on a prompt from the Tumblr account of "OTPPrompts". This fic was the result of calming music, rain, and accidentally stabbing a mascara stick/applier thing into my left eye. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious or any of Victorious's characters.
It was New Year's Eve, and unfortunately, she was very alone. Beck was off in LA, working on a movie. She would have gone with him, had it not been for her work. So she was alone and walking through the crowded streets of downtown New York. The roads were filled with drunks, couples, and college students all fleeing further central to attempt to see the ball drop in a few hours. While she could see the ball-dropping location from her and Beck's penthouse, she had no desire to watch it tonight.
Right now, she wanted to get as far away from everyone as possibly. She continued her voyage, now reaching a slightly less crowded area. The snow fell gently onto the already tall piles on the sides of the roads and in the park she was now approaching. She reminisced as she walked. Coincidentally, the park where she now stood was where Beck had proposed to her. The park was strangely empty both nights. Tomorrow would mark eight years of them being married and fifteen years of them dating.
Beck had been devastated when he discovered that he would be gone for their two most important anniversaries. She had insisted that it was okay, that there would be other years. Now she was regretting her selflessness and wished she wasn't spending tonight alone.
Eight years of marriage had brought struggles and trials for both of them. The unsuccessful attempts at having children, media scandals, and working, sometimes intimately, with other actors and actresses had strained their marriage, but together, they worked through everything. But eight years had also brought joys and successes. The love they had in high school had never faded, in fact, it had only grown, like a planted seed growing into a flower.
As she sat on the bench where they had used to spend hours talking, her phone began to buzz silently in her pocket. Beck.
They exchanged small talk, and she mentioned where she was spending the time on their bench. He told her he would call her back in 20 or so minutes, just before the ball dropped, so they could celebrate the midnight together.
She continued drawing herself into her thoughts, analyzing how the past few years had been, until her phone began to buzz once again.
"I miss you." Her voice sounded foreign to her ears, like she had suddenly aged forty years.
"Turn around, my dear." Before her brain could fully begin to process his message, she was being turned around and pulled into a hug. His form wrapped around hers', and as the clocks rang out midnight, she kissed him.
It was a new year, full of new possibilities. Beck would fly back to sunny California in a few hours, but for now, the world was theirs.
Review please! (Also, my apologies for any spelling or grammar mistakes. I tried my best.)