Author's Note: Hey fanfictioners. This is my first attempt to do a Bade fic so be nice. Review please and no bad reviews. If it's boring then sorry! But i hope you understand that it is my first attempt. I'm sure you've had first attempts so yeah. Please read ... ENJOY! Btw, I am certainly a Bade shipper followed by Tandre and Cabbie ...
Beck's POV
All my attention led to only one thing. Jadelyn August West. Every day I would stare. Her gorgeous black top with the pitch black skirt and stockings. The black boots, the hair, the eyeshadow. The tiny blue streak. It was absolutely amazing.
It brought my memories back to when we were just friends. We were eight years old and we were like best friends ever since.
*Flashback*
"Hi Beck!" said little Jade.
"Hey Jadey." I said.
"Oi, don't call me that!" Jade replied.
"Jadey,Jadey,Jadey,Jadey!" I teased.
"That's it. I'm telling Miss Summers that you're being a meanie!" Jade told me.
*End of Flashback*
I never seem to know why her personality suddenly became black. black. black. black. Ever since she was 13. But I don't mind. I like her that way.
I see her walk into the entrance of Hollywood Arts. I could so imagine many sparks and angels surrounding her as she walks in. A track of sparkles that she leaves every step she takes. Her eyes glimmering at Andre. She was- . Wait. What? ANDRE?
I ran up to her.
"Jade? Why were you glimmering at Andre?" I said furiously.
"What? Oh, he had a bug on his left cheek. Not that I started to like him or anything." Jade told me.
Oh my gosh, that scared me for a moment. I thought she had dumped me for Andre. I led her to her locker and helped carry her books. Still staring at her. From head to toe. My eyes never get bored.
"Beck?" Jade asked.
"Yes Jade?" I replied.
"Oh, nothing. Just wanted to say how lucky I am." Jade told me.
"Lucky for what?" I asked.
''To have you of course." Jade replied.
I was relieved. Her shining face was so beautiful. Couldn't stop but thank the whole entire universe that I have such an amazing girlfriend.
Jade's POV
My Beckett. Sleeping through class. So cute. Couldn't stop but stare. I could watch all day. But I noticed a small peek. He was fake sleeping. Cutest thing. I love fake sleeping people.
By that, I just mean Beck. Not Sinjin. Not Robbie. Not Andre. Just Beck. Beck Oliver.
Class was dismissed and I followed Beck to his locker. His amazing brown shoulder-lengthed hair swaying in the air.
It was just like heaven. His eyes are like the pale white stars. His nose is like the bright shining moon. His lips were like the burning hot sun. Hot red. Just perfect.
Don't get me started. It could take me a year to describe Beck. He is a gift. The best gift ever. I should be the luckiest girl ever.
No one has anyone better than Beck. And you know it.
He was a superstar.