Vanilla was sweet.
Vanilla was innocent.
Vanilla was dainty.
These are all words that are not Jade West.
Most people wonder why I would ever get close to someone as bitter as she was, by far date her. Then again, they never knew her as who she was.
Sure, she might have been possessive, and jealous, and mean, and...
They always wondered why I was with her, but they must have never smelled her. I fell for her the second I took a whif of that sweet aroma that lingered on her skin.
It smelled like vanilla.
Vanilla was easily my favorite thing - Vanilla was my favorite ice cream flavor, favorite cake flavor, favorite coffee, and my favorite smell. Before my mom died, she would always light vanilla candles when we had guests over. She didn't leave much behind, but vanilla was one thing she did.
I like to think of Jade as the reincarnation of my mother. Sarcastic, bitter, yet softer if you really get to know her, conceited, and eye catching.
And, she smelled like vanilla.
Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious. If I did, then Beck, Cat, and Jade would have a threesome... so basically, it'd be a porno. Oh, and in my world, Beck's mom's dead. It had to be done.
(Sorry for the shortness!)