Tori Vega came home to her apartment to find the place dark and somber. the lights were off and the curtains were drawn. She knew that her girlfriend of 4 years, Jade West didn't like bright light, but this was extreme, even for Jade. She walked into the living room to find Jade, a bowl of popcorn residing in a place of honor atop her lap as she gazed fixedly at the TV, _The _Scissoring playing on the giant flatscreen. Tori plopped down on the couch next to the goth. "Jade?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the loud sound of gore and violence coming from the television set. "Yeah, Vega?" Jade responded. "Happy birthday," Tori finished, a huge smile lighting her face up. Jade nodded. "Sorry, Tori. It's just that I'm so used to celebrating on my own." The dark-haired girl turned her attention fully to the tan half-latina sitting next to her. "Well, why don't I just watch with you?" They spent the remainder of the night watching horror flicks, which Tori surprisingly enjoyed. This wasn't the worst birthday ever, reflected Jade.