A/N: Hey! I know I like just finished my other story, but I had so many new ideas, I wanted to get one out there. This will probably be a two or three shot, not too long. It kind of goes along with my other story, Stuck in a Basement (explains the stripper outfit in Cat's basement) but you don't have to read that to get it(but feel free)…it's more of a prequel . It's like my Hobbit (;

Ok this part is important: This first chapter was inspired by the story A Job for Jade West? By badelover. Go read it, it's awesome. I don't mean to copy at all, but I need this first chapter to make the rest work.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! Off we go!

BECK'S POV

We were lounging in my RV, watching reruns of The Nanny when she first brought it up.

"Hey babe, what do you think about me getting a job." My girlfriend Jade said casually.

I couldn't help the snort of laughter that escaped my mouth. It earned me a good glare from Jade, before she continued defiantly, "I don't see what could possibly be so amusing about the idea of me getting a job."

"Jade…baby…you're just not … the job type." I said gently, rubbing her shoulder still trying to hold down laughter.

"And what do you mean by that?" she said, continuing to stare at me in a way that would make most guys pee their pants before running off screaming like a little girl. Good thing I wasn't most guys.

I sighed. She was gonna make me spell it out for her, wasn't she? "You just….you don't have the best…people skills, ya know?" I said cautiously. "Besides, why would you even want a job?"

"My dad finally cut me off, if you must know. And you don't even know what job I was thinking of, idiot." She replied, crossing her arms over her chest frustrated. She really was adorable.

I decided to humor her,"Alright, what job were you thinking of babe?" I asked, chuckling and absentmindedly playing with her hair.

"Well I passed a place today that said they were hiring dancers." She stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in thing world.

I stopped twirling her hair immediately. I looked at her nervously, "What kind of dancer…." I asked her slowly; afraid of what I was almost certain the answer was going to be.

"Exotic." She said shrugging casually, as if she hadn't just announced to her boyfriend that she wanted to be a stripper.

"No." I said firmly, scooting away from her a little, "No. Way."

She smiled and raised her eyebrow at me, "Why not?" she said.

Seriously Jade? "Why not?" I asked angrily, "Why not? You can't seriously be considering this Jade! Aren't you the one that always says guys who go to strip clubs are disgusting pigs?"

"Yeah." She shrugged. "But I need money really bad, and it's something I could do, I've had practice." She said the last parts with her eyebrows raised suggestively towards me, which I decided to ignore.

How could she be acting so casual about this?! "JADE! There is no WAY I am letting you get up on stage and dance around, taking off your clothes for a bunch of gross, old, married, perverts!"

"BECK!" she shouted, I looked at her surprised, "Beck I need money. How am I going to eat? How am I going to get clothes?"

I sighed, "Jade I'll buy that stuff for you, I don't care, but you are not going to be a stripper!"

"You don't have a job." She pointed out.

"I'll get one. I'll borrow money from my parents. Hell, I'll rob a bank! But no stripping." I said, attempting to put an end to the discussion. I should have known with Jade, that wasn't going to happen.

"I don't wanna have to depend on you." She said softly.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Then…get a different job. Anything but a…exotic dancer."

"You're right." She said nodding. "I'll be a prostitute." She said getting up and walking towards the door.

"Wait, wha- JADE!" I shouted, hopping up and grabbing her hand.

She turned around and laughed, a smirk on her face, "Kidding." She said, plopping back down on the couch. I sighed in relief and sat down next to her. "But seriously, stripper doesn't seem so bad now, does it?" she said.

"Jade!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in exasperation.

"Look, I'm just saying that-"

"Jade!" I yelled at her, cutting off her little rant, "I forbid you from becoming a stripper."

She turned and looked at me incredulously for a second. Uh-oh. "You wha- you forbid me?" she said.

"Jade I didn't mean, I mean I jus-"I stopped as Jade stared straight forward with her I'm furious and plotting revenge and I really can't believe you just said that look.

I sighed my I can't believe I just said that either sigh and ran a hand through my hair. "Jade, just promise me you're not going to run off and join a strip club." I said finally, almost pleadingly.

Jade said nothing, but stared forward, the look remaining on her face.

"Jade." I tried again, still getting nothing.

I sighed and leaned back into the couch, ready to spend the rest of the night terrified of a furious and silent Jade…the most dangerous kind.

A/N: As I said this will probably be a two or three shot. Please review and I'll try to have the next chapter up as soon as possible! Thanks for reading!