She makes her feel like sun and cupcakes and sparkles and summer. Which is funny because she's always so cold. Literally.
And ... not literally.
Her lips just always look so... soft. Even as she constantly press them together. And her hair, she just wants to play with the brightly color streaks. The eyebrow and nose rings are shiny and glimmer on her face, permanent glitter. Tori might be the one talking about making it shine, but Jade is the one who constantly does.
Jade's fingers are pressed into the table. She wants to grab her hand. To look at the nail polish, her head promises, she swears it was sparkling in the sunlight. This must be looked at. And touched. She thinks for a split second that she's just making excuses, but it's silenced by the sun and the Jade and how she just swears she saw another glimmer.
Black, two sugars, she knows this by heart from both of them yelling it. (It's not that she watches them, they're just... loud and sometimes it's distracting).
She blocks out their argument and tries to scribble ideas for Jade's birthday present on the inside of her arm. The pen is pink and glitters in the sunlight, she ends up just doodling. She can't think of anything.
She considers bringing Jade coffee, it would probably make her smile. Or it could make her glare.
Her eyes are the same color of ice. Ice in pictures, not actual ice, actual ice has no color. Pure blue. And as cold as her eyes are, she seems a tiny glimmer of warmth in them sometimes.
Usually when she's around Beck.
But sometimes when she's around Cat too.
She doesn't smile often and the smile that she gives most often is cheap, fake, mocking. She looks happy when she sings (it's not a smile, but the way she moves, the look in her eyes), so Cat tries to do so as much as possible.
Luckily she's good. But she hopes Jade enjoys their duets for more than just her voice.
She doesn't let herself think about the lyrics too much. Or how much she enjoys being pressed up against Jade and who she's thinking of when she sings. Cat always picks the songs. Jade never lets anyone else pick.
But Cat didn't pick this song.
She knows how mean Jade is to other people, but they never seem to mind very much and she's never that mean to Cat. (comparatively speaking, but to be honest, Cat doesn't mind that much.) She's interesting, Jade is. Where Cat's world is warm and inviting, Jade is all sharp angles and cold hands. Opposites go nicely together.
She talks to Jade just to get a reaction. Hands shoving cereal in her face are still Jade's hand on her face, on her mouth.
"I kissed a girl"
Jade raises a single eyebrow, "Why are you telling me this?"
"...I don't know."
"I don't care."
She takes it as acceptance anyway.
She wonders what she would taste like. Coffee. Cat doesn't like coffee, it's hot and bitter and bitey. Just like Jade.
Maybe she wouldn't mind it so much if Jade were attached to it.
(She also wonders if she'll taste of Beck, but pushes that out of her head).
Robbie stops her in the hallway and stutters an invitation to dinner and a movie. He's taken his glasses off, rubbing them against this shirt when she realizes that his eyes are about as far from ice as eyes can get. Maybe if people had orange, fire eyes, but she's never seen those. Robbie's are warm, brown, inviting, the farthest she's ever seen.
She says yes.