Knock knock knock.
I groaned. What time was it? I glanced at my bedside table, a small digital clock pearched ontop of the surface. The glowing numbers on it read '12:37am'. I blinked. Who would be knocking on our door this late at night? I was almost tempted to stay in bed before I heard the knocking again. In my attempt to get up, I ended up on the floor. I lay on the floor for a few seconds. Whoever this was is going to have to deal with an annoyed Tori.
When I got up again, sucessfully this time, I walked sleepily down the stairs. If only mom or dad were here, they could of done this. Not Trina though, if she were here she'd scream at me to answer it. I grabbed a lamp off the table as whoever it was knocked again, this time more violently. I narrowed my eyes.
"I'm coming!" I shouted. I opened the door and... "Jade?" Said girl pushed past me and flopped on my couch. I shut - okay, slammed - the door shut and spun around. "What are you doing?" She looked up at me. She was well dressed, as if she had been on a fancy date. I also noted the fact that her eyes were red and puffy. She's been crying.
"I... I dumped Beck." She dug her black-painted nails into the orange material. "We were on a date and... he kept dropping hints that he wanted to propose to me sometime soon, and I... I couldn't do it." She got up, looking me in the eyes for a moment before looking away. "I can't marry him when I love... I love someone who isn't him."
My eyes widened. Jade wasn't in love with Beck? But... They'd been together for 5 years! It was so obvious that they loved eachother. After school ended they moved in together. If she doesn'y love him, then who does she love? Robbie? Andre? Someone she met outside of school?
Jade and I had become friends in our last year of school. I mean, she did still tease me and whatnot, but we were closer than before. We kept close contact after school ended aswell. I guess, you could say, that we're best friends? Not sure how the Wicked Witch the West would react to me saying that though.
"Jade, who... since you don't love Beck, then who do you love?" I asked quietly. She turned he bright blue gaze on me once again. She took a step forward so our faces were inches apart. I could feel her breath on my face. It smelled like mints and made me smile. Her cold fingers ran across my cheekbones. She cupped my cheeks.
"You." She whispered before closing the space between us as our lips collided.