A/N: Been a while since I wrote a Bade fic. I watched "Rex Dies" and let's just say that I was inspired by it… somehow… I'm not sure how it worked… Jade's POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious.
Falling in love is almost exactly like riding a bike. Or at least that's how I see it. I see it that you're going to fall off a hundred times before you get it right. I should know. I've done it.
I got it wrong a hundred times. At least a hundred times. And by high school, I was afraid to fall. I didn't want to get back on the bike again because I didn't know where I was going once I got on. I was prone to getting lost and being threatened by everyone and getting hurt too badly that I was going to be broken forever. And when I knew where I was going on that bike, something was always wrong with it and I was pushed off instead of just plain old falling off. It was all just so horrible.
Getting it right was the hard part. Knowing when to get back on and when to walk instead of ride: those were harder. I walked for a long time because I was afraid to fall. I walked through most of the summer between high school and middle school. I didn't want to fall in love again; I didn't want to get back on that bike. My heart was broken too many times. I was getting to the point where I wondered if it was ever going to heal.
I got back on the bike when I met Beck. He made it easy to get over all the fear and the panic; he had that calm and collected personality that was perfectly balanced. Beck had that sweet smile that made my heart melt. Beck was so simple it was ridiculous. He was simple and straightforward and so basic that it was almost stupid. Almost. He was just easy to be with. He took away all my panic on getting back on. So I got back on the bike with him. I wasn't afraid to get on it with him.
With Beck, when I did fall off, I was afraid again. I was so scared that I wouldn't heal this time; I was afraid I lost him for good. I didn't want to lose Beck. I didn't want to lose Beck ever. Something in me said that he was the other half of my heart. But he did make it easier to fall when I did go toppling back to the ground. Because something inside of me said I hadn't fallen off for the last time.
Beck came back and I loved him even more. The bike was a welcoming home again and I could ride down the street, knowing exactly where I was going. He made it easier to fall because I wasn't ever going to walk again. Not when Beck was involved. He wouldn't let me fall. With Beck, I wasn't afraid to fall.
A/N: I was hoping it'd be longer, but that's all I got. So reviews are welcomed!
~Sky
