100 Stories of Pure Bade
The Good, the Bad, and the Bittersweet End
(Beck's texts will be underlined, Jade's bolded. I was inspired for this beginning by chasingafterstarlight's (I think I got the name right,) Playing Yesterday. It's one of my favorites ever. Please go check it out.)
One.
Flipping pages back on their life. This is the end, but we're starting at the beginning. The very start of it all. We'll get back to the end later, that's not important right now, So this is the start of, the one and only, Beck and Jade.
Jade. Tough. Sarcastic. Bitter.
Beck. Charming. Handsome. Cool.
Who would expect these two to fall in love?
But the number one rule at Hollywood Arts is to expect the unexpected.
It was a Thursday when Beck first met Jade, but a the Friday before when he became intrigued by her. Somehow fate connected the two, when Beck accidentally grabbed her similar black backpack in Sikowitz's classroom on that was intrigued by the contents of that bag. He was even more intrigued by the owner of it. Of course he didn't know it was hers at the time, he didn't find out and return it until the following Tuesday.
Back to the black bag he grabbed instead of his. In it, the things he found quite surprised him. A small black coin purse with fringe on it containing a bottle of "Black as Shadows" mascara. A tube of "Fatal Apple" dark red lipstick. The most tempting color since Eve winked at Adam. A small, almost empty bottle of My Sin perfume. A tube of The Colors of Sex liquid eyeliner, also black. A palette of "Smoke and Steam" eye shadow. Also in the bag, was a sappy, paperback romance novel. Something Beckett would be cracking jokes about for the rest of his life. A notebook with a dark purple cover, and black words scrawled at the bottom. "A Heart's Words." This he never did look in, something he almost regretted. There was a small pocket holding $47.32, an amount Beck remembered for the rest of his life, because he used it to buy a birthday present for Cat. (He ended up returning it six years later, after Jade had completely forgotten about it.) A note asking about the algebra homework. A pair of bright red scissors. Sixteen papers with music notes and lyrics scribbled down on them. A theatre history book from Mr. Gradstein with sharpie scribbles all over it. A pack o multicolored sharpies, missing the orange one. A pair of sunglasses. An unopened pack of tissues. And lastly, a tiny packet of instant coffee, obviously in case of an emergency.
There was no form of identification in the bag whatsoever, so Beck would have to wing it. As he was carefully stuffing everything back in, something sleek, shiny, and black caught his eye. He reached his hand in and pulled out a modern, PearPhone.
Crap, He thought. That means whoever has my backpack has my phone!
He turned the phone on, and turned it over in his hand. It looked fairly new, and didn't have a single scratch. He flipped it back over and looked at the screen.
After thoroughly searching the phone for any soft of identification, the only thing he was able to find were the initials "J.W." The voicemail hadn't even been set up, so whoever this girl was must have gotten it recently. It was a GX. The model had just come out a couple months ago, and he had bought himself one too. He had chosen a shiny orange one, and had his initials engraved on the back. He knew his number, so he quickly hit "New Text"
Hey, whoever has my phone, we grabbed the wrong backpacks. You have mine.
A second later the phone buzzed, and a guitar rift sounded.
Very good, Sherlock.
Excuse me?
Well, hello to you too Beck.
Who are you? And how do you know my name?
It's in your phone, oh smart one. And I don't think I'll tell you.
Dude, this isn't funny. I just need my stuff back.
I'm not a dude. Don't refer to me as one. And I, for one, am finding this hilarious.
Well, sorry. How am I supposed to know?
Well, seeing as you have my phone, you must've gone through my backpack. Which means you must have seen all my makeup and perfume. And I don't appreciate you going through my stuff.
Well, you're one to talk. You obviously must have gone through mine.
That's different. So, who is this "Cat" and why is she asking if she should bring your boxers to your RV tonight or just bring them to school tomorrow?
You went through my texts? And that is most certainly not what you think! What did you tell her?
Oh, just that considering what happened *last time,* You won't be needing them if it's like that again.
:O
Smiley faces aren't cool.
How could you do that?
Excessive punctuation isn't appreciated either.
Please excuse me while I go jump in front of a bus
Hang on, let me grab some popcorn ;)
Thought you said smiley faces aren't cool!
Very good. You're finally catching on.
Sigh. What did Cat say after what you sent her?
Hasn't replied yet. I must say, it's awfully annoying texting her. Her texts are overloaded with smiley faces and punctuation, not to mention the grammar and text lingo! Oh, the horrors!
You have a thing with grammer?
Grammar. Not grammer. So clearly yes.
wut if i start txting lik dis? xxxx
I'm going to murder you in your sleep.
Oooo dats not nice! T.T *Sobs in corner*
Seeing you in pain is brightening my day.
You're not a pleasant person, are you?
No, I'm not. Well, it's 10, and I'm really tired, so I'm going to bed. Please die in your sleep.
Hurtful. And I still don't know who you are!
Your loss. Later.
Fine. Bye.