Author's Note: I don't watch Victorious very often, but when I do Beck and Jade are my favorite part of the show. And they are the epitome of adorable in "Wi-Fi in the sky", so I had to write something. I might add another one-shot, though I don't really have another idea lined up...I'd be welcome to ideas or recommendations! Also, all reviews are brilliant!
"Your girlfriend's pretty."
"I know."
He isn't entirely surprised they end up arguing after Ally leaves. They scream at each other at least once a day—it's practically a ritual. He'd be worried if they didn't. By the time Jade smacks the laptop closed he's trying not to laugh hysterically.
"What?" She's still shouting, but her voice is lighter, she's almost smiling.
"You're funny."
"Shut the hell up, Beck."
"You have to admit that was a little amusing."
"You making me jealous on purpose so that you could make me look stupid when your nine year old cheerleader came back to get her dog?" She says it quickly, flustered, which is almost making him laugh harder, because a Jade caught off guard is such a rare sight he has to enjoy it.
"Yes."
"Fuck you."
"Love you too, sweetie."
She scoots closer to him, and he's not sure if he's going to get hit or kissed. They're equally likely, which almost makes him laugh again. She always does manage to out him in a good mood, it seems, even when he knows he's gonna fail Gradstein's assignment tomorrow. He feels bad for a moment about blowing off Tori—it'd take a miracle for her to pull together the last seven pages by herself—but he'll admit that he'd much rather be making out with Jade than working on a project. And even if she had hit him, that would be the inevitable ending. It always ends with kissing.
That's not a complaint. By any stretch of the imagination.
Minutes later, they relearn that there's a thin line between love and hate, and that passion can go both ways. Also that angry sex is the best kind of sex, because you're never angry afterwards.
His bed is just big enough for the two of them, the perfect size, really, so that they can't lie in it without pressing close together. He finds his iPod and they laugh and talk and listen to music and forget about every other thing, every other person, every other invading thought. They know they have what so many are looking for—the ability to let go of grudges and go back to finding the things they love in each other. It isn't easy, but they know the drill.
They are disrupted by a knock on the door, and Beck's dad's yelling.
"Beck! Jade's dad is here, says he doesn't know where she is!" He calls. "She in there?"
"Shit." Beck whispers. "You didn't tell your dad you were coming over here?"
"I thought he was working late and wouldn't notice."
"Beck?" His dad shouts again.
"Yeah, she's here." He replies, leaping to his feet and scanning the room for clothes. "One second!"
Jade follows suit, pulling on a shirt as she simultaneously pulls back her mussed hair.
"That's my shirt." He says.
She gives him a look.
"Nevermind." She'll listen to him sometimes, but this is not that time.
"Jade?!" Her dad pounds on the RV door. "What's going on in there?"
"Nothing, just looking for my phone!"
"Come on out, right now."
She doesn't reply. Her father—the other man who's opinion she cares about.
"Pants, don't forget pants!" She whispers, reaching for the latch on the door.
"Right, right." He's tightening his belt just as she opens the door to the cool night, and two middle aged men.
"Good evening, Mr. West." Beck says, appearing at her side.
The man just looks at their disheveled appearances, and beckons for Jade to follow him. She does, smiling at Beck over her shoulder, an expression he returns.
He watches her until the red lights of her father's car disappear into the darkness.
"See ya in the morning." He says to his dad quickly, before the older man get in a word, and slips back inside the RV. The door closes and locks behind him.
He slides back into bed, turning on to his side to face the wall. She's left her own shirt behind, one of her many black blouses. It's draped over the chair across the room. He reaches out to pull the cord on the light.
He dozes off, relishing in the fact that half his bed is still warm.