This is my first attempt at a Victorious fic. It's a "missing moments" one in Beck/Jade's POV's. I plan to do every episode, but I need feedback: should I just do one POV for each or do one from both of their perspectives for each chapter? Let me know. Enjoy, and of course, review!
Jade wasn't feeling well the day of the showcase. I tried to make her stay home, but you couldn't make Jade do anything. And since the show was on a Friday, she would have two days to rest afterwards so I wasn't worried.
Her performance was incredible, although she wasn't quite as energetic as usual. She texted me as soon as she got off stage, saying she wanted to leave, so I went backstage to help her carry her stuff out to my truck. Neither of her parents were there; her mom couldn't get off work and her dad didn't care. She said it didn't matter, but I knew she wished they were there.
While I waited for her outside of the changing room, I noticed some commotion going on. Trina Vega was screaming and I heard something about a swollen tongue. I hoped Andre would still get to do his number. The showcase was a huge deal for him: several music producers would be there, and even though the performance wouldn't be great with Trina singing, the talent behind it would still be visible. Trina didn't go onstage with Andre, though. Some girl I hadn't seen before performed and was amazing (she couldn't compare to Jade, of course.)
"You were amazing," I told Jade when she walked out of her room, and gave her a kiss on her forehead. It was burning hot. "But let's get you home," I added, frowning. I grew even more concerned when we left the darkness of the theatre: Jade looked exhausted and her face was paler than normal. I drove her back to my RV because no one was at her house and she didn't like being alone, despite what most would think. When we arrived I helped her into bed and gave her some medicine. Normally Jade refuses to take medicine, so her compliance worried me. She must be feeling terrible.
I sat next to her on the bed and she curled up on my chest. Within minutes she was fast asleep and I expected her to stay that way for a while, so I called her mom to tell her.
After two rings Leslie picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey, Mrs. West. It's Beck." Jade called her mom by her first name and so did I when it was just the two of us, but I called her Mrs. West in person out of respect.
"Beck! How was Jade at the showcase? I feel so bad for not being able to go, but my boss wouldn't let me take the day off…"
"She was amazing, Mrs. West, but she wasn't feeling too great this morning and now she has a temperature."
"Oh…that's not good. I'll leave work right away. Are you guys at home or in your trailer?"
"I brought her back to the RV and gave her some medicine. She's asleep, though, so you can probably stay at work. I doubt she'll wake up for a few hours."
"Well…are you sure, Beck? I don't want you to get sick, and I hate not being there for her, and I'm sure you have things to do…" Leslie loved Jade. I knew she felt bad for always working, but she needed the money: Jade's father refused to pay the tuition for Hollywood Arts.
"I don't mind a bit. Besides, it's probably better if we let her rest." I glanced down at Jade and stroked her hair.
"I suppose you're right. But if she needs me to come pick her up or bring anything, call me right away, okay, Beck?"
"Sure. I'll tell her I called you when she wakes up."
"Thanks so much, Beck.I really appreciate it."
"No problem, Mrs. West. I'll see you later."
"All right. Bye, sweetie."
I smiled as I hung up the phone. Leslie was the sweetest lady and the complete opposite of Jade. We got along really well, which was good because I knew if it weren't for her, her husband would forbid Jade from seeing me. I flicked the TV on and pulled Jade a little closer. She was gorgeous all the time, but her face was much more relaxed when she was asleep. I felt her forehead-it wasn't quite as warm as before. That was good.
After the girl who performed at the showcase-Tori?- ran out of Sikowitz's classroom, coffee dripping from her hair, halfway through her very first class at HA, Jade stalked back to her seat next to mine with a wide grin. I sighed. She'd probably scared the poor girl off for good. It was a shame, because she was talented. Sikowitz sent Andre, Cat, and Robbie out to bring her back, but they returned saying she'd gone home. When the bell rang, Jade stood up and grabbed my hand, dragging me out of the classroom. We went to lunch and ordered our food. Jade wanted to sit with the others but I pulled her to a separate table.
"Why?" I asked her. "Why would you do that? That girl hadn't been here for even an hour, and now she'll probably never come back."
"Good!" Jade replied. "I don't want her here!"
"How do you know you don't want her here? You don't even know her name!"
"Actually, I do. Her name's Tori Vega, and she's Trina's little sister. I know I don't want another one of those. And anyway, why are you defending her? Did you enjoy having coffee spilled on you? Or maybe you enjoyed her rubbing you. Well, fine. I'm sure she'd make a great girlfriend."
Here we go again, I think. "Jade, you're being ridiculous. All I'm saying is that you should give her a chance."
"Oh, so you want to break up with me?" Haven't heard that one before…
"No! I don't want to break up with you!" She raises her eyebrows.
"Fine." She quiets down and opens her salad, dumping the tomatoes onto my food. We eat in silence for a few minutes before Jade looks up at me and says, "Do you love me?"
I pull her into a hug and she leans her head on my shoulder. "Of course I do," I say, and give her a kiss.
After the ABC improv-gone-wrong, I leave the classroom wanting to kill myself. Jade leaves the classroom looking like she wants to kill me. And Tori. With every passing second I feel worse, but I have two more classes before I meet up with Jade again. I'm not paying attention during geometry, and the teacher, Mr. Jerome, laughs when I answer his question of "Beck, did you have any trouble with the homework?" with "four," but looks concerned when I don't laugh in response. During my photography class I sit on a bench near the tree I'm supposed to be capturing and think about what I could possibly say to Jade to get her to forgive me.
The bell rings after what seems like hours and I immediately pack up my camera and head to Jade's locker. She's already there. I walk up behind her, and before she can get away grab her wrist and wrap my arms around her. "I'm so sorry," I whisper into her ear. "I'm an ungrateful idiot."
She pulls away to glare at me and I can see the hurt in her eyes. "You think?" she replies sarcastically. "What on earth would make you do something like that?"
"I don't know," I answer honestly. "I messed up big time."
Her eyes are downcast and I know I'm the luckiest guy in the world for her to still be standing here. "I just don't get it," she says quietly. "If you want to break up with me, you could have done in in private, not in front of all our friends." This is worse than I expected. I can handle an angry Jade, but when she's this quiet I must have really hurt her. I walk across the hall into the janitor's closet, still holding her hand. I flick on the lights and shut the door.
"I love you. More than you know. I don't know why I did that. You have every reason to never talk to me again, but I hope you know that wasn't me back in the classroom. I don't know what that was. Please forgive me, Jade…"
She hasn't looked up yet. I feel like the worst person in the world. I am. But she finally raises her eyes to look at me. They're a bit watery. I tense, waiting for her to push me away and leave, but she doesn't. Instead, she buries her face in my shoulder and mumbles, "Never do that again."
I lift her head up and kiss her for a long moment. When I pull away, she's glaring at me again. "We're going to the Scissor Shop tonight. I want a new pair for my locker, so bring your wallet. And if you really love me, you'll take me out for sushi afterwards."
She's back. That moment, one of very few in which Jade drops her normal personality to reveal a softer side, is gone. We'll never speak of it again.
"Sushi it is," I say. She wraps my arm around her waist as we walk out into the hallway, and I know I'm forgiven.
Well, that didn't go entirely as planned. I'm not too happy with it, but hopefully I'll improve with a few more. I'll update ASAP- but that could be a while. I don't have too much time for writing these days. And don't forget to let me know if you want a chapter from both Beck's and Jade's perspectives for each episode!