Chapter 1
So I've been dying to write this for a while now, and now I get to! I'm absolutely obsessed with the song Forever and Always by Parachute and every time I think of Beck and Jade when I listen to it, I cry so much :'( But it's a good kind of crying :)
Jade's POV
Yeah, Beck Oliver used to mine. And I, Jade West, used to be his. I guess you can say I'm 'widowed' now. And this'll explain that. In fact, it explains everything.
I sigh as I take a seat at my kitchen table in my father's home, looking out the window for the millionth time that night. Beck was supposed to show up thirty minutes ago, if not earlier. I tap my shaky fingers on the table, wondering where the hell he could be. He would've called if something else came up. He surely wouldn't ditch me. Maybe he just got stuck in traffic. But what if… what if he got in an accident? No, Jade, don't you dare think like that. Think about the good times you've had together. Yeah. Like back to December when he proposed to you. He didn't get down on one knee because he knew I always thought that was so tacky and cliché when getting married. So, he simply pulled the little blue box out of his pocket and held it up to me in the middle of Jet Brew. He went on and on about every little quirk he loves about me, about every little thing we argue about, and the way he will never stop loving me. I said yes, clearly. I couldn't just say no to him, even if we were still in high school. We never play by the rules, so why start now?
My phone ringing pulls me out of my thought. I smile when I think it's Beck, but when I look past the caller ID and just answer it, my smile fades from what I hear.
"Jade," Andre says into the phone. "You need to get to the hospital right now. Something's happened to Beck." It takes only those words for me to hang up the phone and leap out of my seat, gripping my phone and keys as I run out to my car and start the engine. I pull out of the driveway and speed down the freeway, completely forgetting about the speed limit signs flashing past me.
I pull up to the entrance and climb out, slamming my door quickly and run inside, panting when I make it to the front desk.
"Beck Oliver," I tell the lady behind the desk. She gives me an apologetic look before standing up and leading me down a million halls, a never ending maze. She's explaining to me what happened, but I don't process a word as I peek in every room, wondering if it's Beck's room. She finally stops in front of the room number 143. I smile before frowning when I open the door, seeing all of our friends and Beck's parents crowding the hospital bed. I try not to crack. I can't break down in front of Beck. He'll worry and I can't have that right now.
"Jade," Cat breathes eyes watery. She apparently couldn't hold it in. But Beck was like the big, normal brother she never had. Cat stands up from the seat closest to Beck.
"Hey," I whisper to everyone before taking Cat's seat. I take Beck's hand and hold it so tight, rubbing through the bandages with my thumb.
"Jade. I'm sorry I didn't make it to your house," Beck says hoarsely, making me feel so guilty. I let a single tear slip out, but those are soon followed by billions of others.
"It's not your fault, babe," I manage to get out, tears blurring my vision. "You're gonna be okay." Even though I know it's a complete lie. But I can't let reality get to me right now.
"You know, were gonna have the brightest, most good looking babies ever made. You know that?" Beck asks, a smile forming on his face even in this mess. I crack a small smile and nod, not being able to say anything.
"And the first one is gonna be a boy. He's gonna have your beautiful blue eyes and your gorgeous chestnut brown hair," Beck continues.
"But he'll have your amazing tan skin and he's gonna have that nose crinkle thing you have when you laugh," I say barely above a whisper.
"His name is gonna be Brayden," Beck says.
"Levi," I say for the middle name.
"Oliver," Beck finishes proudly. "And were gonna live in a big enough house on the hillside, but we're still gonna be able to live our dreams with a nice, dysfunctional family. And were gonna grow old together, never leaving each other's side." I laugh a little at his way about our family. An idea pops in my head as I look around at the others.
"Tori go get the nurses," I order softly. "And find a chaplain." She gives me a look, but wipes her eyes and walks out of the room. I stand up and hover over Beck, gently taking our promise ring necklaces that have Forever and Always engraved on the inside. Tori comes back in with a good amount of nurses and a chaplain. I unhook my necklace and take the rings off the chains, giving Beck mine. Cat starts playing Forever and Always off of her phone. Everyone stands around, laughing at the scene and crying at the sadness filling the room. The chaplain says a few good verses before I come in, saying my vows from Beck and I's favorite song that explains us so much.
"I want you forever, forever and always through the good and the bad and the ugly we'll grow old together, and always remember whether happy or sad or whatever we'll still love each other, forever and always," I vow, tears falling everywhere. Beck's eyelids begin to droop, and the beeping filling the room becomes gradually slower. But, he opens his mouth and says his vows.
"I love you forever, forever and always please just remember even if I'm not there I'll always love you, forever and always," his voice was almost too low. His eyes officially close and his mouth closes. The weak grip he had on my hand loosens and it takes at least three nurses and Andre to get me out of the room. I run out sobbing so loud Las Vegas could probably hear me. I ignore everyone yelling my name and jump in my car, driving back to my house and letting out pathetic cries the whole way there.
The memory kills me every time. But the second I got home, I shoved my most important things into two giant suitcases and grab the one-way plane ticket my mom gave me whenever I wanted to come back to New York and leave this place.
The second I got there I changed my phone number and got a new e-mail so no one from California could get a way to me. After a few days of throwing up in the apartment my mom lived in, she finally got me a pregnancy test and made me take it. In fact, I took three. I was completely shocked and devastated by the results. I was pregnant, but the thing that destroyed me was that my child would never know his father that always dreamt of him or her.
Now, about six months or so later, when it's late summer here in New York, my mom comes into my room with her cell phone in her hand.
"Your dad called," she says. "Something's happened back at Los Angeles. You need to get over there by tomorrow."
This is so short, I know. But I cried so much writing when Beck passed away. By the way, I'm still wondering about what I want to happen back in Los Angeles. I have some kind of idea, and no it's not anything about Beck. I already have something planned for him. :)
