A/N: I know, this is a really short drabble. I'm doing an Alphabetical one-shot thing for every ship, but I was just brainstorming and this is the first version. The one will be included in the Alphabet of Bade. Just a better, longer, improved version.
"Babe?" Beck paused behind me, and I could feel him staring at my back.
"What?" I snapped.
"Your bra straps are showing," He said grinning mischievously.
I glanced at my shoulder. Crap. My hot pink bra straps were clearly visible underneath my black razorback tank. I pretended to ignore it, knowing if I didn't I receive a life time of mocking. "Yeah? So?"
He was smiling evilly now. "So I can do this!" He grabbed my bra strap, tugged it back, and then released it, sending it snapping back. Hard. I winced, which only made Beck grin even bigger if it was possible.
"Don't." I warned, a scowl on my face.
"Too late!" He replied amusedly. He snapped the strap again and I shot him a look. His eyes flicked from me to the strap and I could tell exactly what he was thinking.
"No."
He paused for a second to pretend to think it over, and then quickly respond. "Yeah!" He grinned. He then proceeded to pluck it again. He would pay for this later.
"Stop it Beck!" My voice was desperate this time, and his gin became goofy.
"Fine, fine. Just answer one question."
Oh no, here it comes.
"Why is your bra pink?"
I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
"Well, it was the last nice bra in my size, and I need a good one because Cat invited me clubbing," I stood there smirking, watching his grin turn into a face of shock and awe. I knew he got the picture.
Then he walked over to me and ruffled my hair. "You know what I think Jadeykinz?"
He asked in a voice like he was talking to a preschooler.
"Don't call me that,"
"I think you're a closet barbie."
"And I think you're spending too much time with Tori!" I replied, using the same voice he did, but with sarcasm dripping off of every word.
"I'm only kidding,"
"Beckett Ryan Oliver, I hate you."
He just smiled and said, "Love you too."