Jade West, never one for nervousness, sighed heavily as she tucked at her golden gown. The fact that this was her last night as a high school student, a Hollywood Arts student had not really sunk in yet. She couldn't believe that Graduation Day had arriven so fast. It seemed it was yesterday when she entered the school's door with determination, she had not had the greatest or happiest life, but she was ready to change it that day. It was hard to believe she had succeded. Jade fixed her trademark blue hair highlights and took a last look at herself on her mirror before rasing one hand and opening her room's door. Opening at the same time the door to her future. An amazing future, she promised herself.

Caterina Valentine wasn't used to the odd felling in her chest. She felt herself breathing heavily and suddenly a bunch of tears cloudded her vision. Cat took a sit on her pink chair and looked into the mirror before her. She hated to admit it, but she was scared out of her senses. For the first time in her life, she wasn't exited to enter her beloved Hollywood Arts's Blackbox Theater. She remembered being a brunnet kid and walking into the scary big auditorium to give her first audition, she felt the same way, even tough everything was different this time. The redhead would have to say goodbye to the long walls and tha tall stage that saw her grow as an actrice, as a singer, as a person. She swallowed her tears and started her make up again, trying to convince herslef this wouldn't be so hard. Exept it would, and deep down she knew it.

Victoria Vega was always one to believe in happy endings, she though that every princess could find her prince, every dream could come true. And her's did. She was graduating from the best known Acting Academy in Hollywood, she had gotten a scollarship in London's School of Arts. Tori was going to become a popstar, no one had a single doubt about it. So why did she feel like this wasn't what she wanted? She was sure it was, but as she put her long earings on, she could feel her heart beating fast and her hands stating to shake. She wanted to get to be a popstar, she just wasn't ready to say goodbye to her school.

Becket Oliver checked his phone for the hundreth time that night, he tried hard to think of something else. Anything. He was a guy, and guys didn't get emotional on their graduation day. Beck fixed his gown and sat down on his bed. The big day had finally arrived. He had one more week before heading of to college, but the felling of growing up had started to kick in a month ago when he got his acceptance letter. Everyone was exited to grow up, to live in a college dorm, to have some well deserved independence, but no one actually thought what that meant. He was going to get away from his family, from some of his friends, from his girlfriend. Beck had landed a place in Juliard, and sure, he was exited to go there and to start forming his bright future, but he was actually scared for once in his life.

Robert Shaphiro was a nervous wreck. His hair was a mess, he couldn't find his golden gown and his phone had died when he needed it the most. As he waited for it to charge, he tried to calm dowmn, but it wasn't an easy job. He had been in denial for the past month or so and finally the anxiety was getting to him. When his phone was completly charged, he took it and exited his room, remembering he had left the gown in his car the night before. Robbie had to pick up Cat, so he figured it would be better for him to get moving, instead of overthinking, as a good old friend of his used to say.

Andre Harris had a philosophy in life. He believed that life was a wheel, and you were supposed to spin with it. Andre believed on the force of destiny, so he though everything happened for a reason, and that idea had worked well for him trhoughout all his life. However, sadness was overflooding him. The though of leaving Hollywood Arts had never really crossed his mind, and somehow that faithful day had arriven. He smiled at his reflexion on the mirror and sighed happily. This is for the best, he thought to himself as he opened his bedroom's door.

"You look gorgeous."

"Thanks." Jade smiled sadly and opened the passanger's door. She had to take a deep breath to keep her tears from falling when Beck leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead before walking around the car to the driver's seat.

"Are you alright, babe?" He asked starting the car. Jade just nodded and smiled in return. She was already used to the odd feelling in her chest everytime she was with Beck. It wasn't easy to digest that in less than a week the love of her life would be gone for six months. Sure, Jade was also going to college, she had landed a schollarship in London's School of Art with Tori and Cat, but she didn't feel she was ready to leave all this behind.

"I'll be okay."

The car ride was silent exept for the music blasting from the speakers. One of the many things Beck and Jade had in common was their love for soft rock, and they started to calm down slightly as Maroon 5 came on the radio. She started singing along to She will be loved, as Beck listened to her amazing voice in awe.

A pang of sadness hit Beck as he realized he wouldn't be like this with her for much longer. They had both gotten accepted in Juliard and London, and they talked about it for days, but there was really no point. His girlfriend's dream had always been to study in Europe, and he had always wanted to start in New York. It was a mutual agreement, they would be together until the day they both left. When they came back they would see how things went.

"We are here." Beck announced. He hopped off the car and held her door open. They walked to the Black Box hand in hand. "See you later babe."

"I can't go in there." Jade sighed sitting down on the floor besides the big door. "I am not ready to do this; I am not ready to leave all this behind."

"Of course you can. I know it's difficult, but we can do it, love." Beck sat down and pulled her into his lap. "You can do it." He tried to calm her down placing kissed down her collar bone. She relaxed into his touch and breathed heavily.

"Sure, I can." The black haired girl stood up and offered her hand to her boyfriend. "C'mon, I have a speech to give."

The room felt silent as they all watched the raven haired girl take the podium. She ran a hand through her hair and began reading the speech she had prepared the week before sitting in her boyfriend's RV.

"When we were five, our parents asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up, I'm sure most of our answers were the same: a princess, a superhero, a gold medalist. When we grew up, they expected a more serious answer, and we said: an playwriter, a dancer, a singer or in my case, an actress. Kids all over the world had the same dream while growing up, deep down, we all wanted to be remembered, we all wanted to be somebody. But, that's just what makes us, students of Hollywood Arts, different. We never gave up and we followed our dreams, we believed in ourselves when no one else did. One of the most important lessons I learned here was just that, to follow my dreams. That is what makes us different from all the kids who gave up on their dreams. It may be imposible for them, but it won't be for us, I am sure.

This school gave us an oportunity to shine, to demonstrate what we are here for, our talents, our passion, and today, we must say goodbye. We have to let go of this theater, that years ago saw us give our first audition. The hallways whom hold so much memories it is imposible to count them, the classrooms, the teachers, and even some of our friends. People who helped us grow and become what we are know. It is very hard, but, of we have gotten this far, what is one last effort, right? So I guess all I want to say, is Good Luck, and Never Stop Beliving."

The entire auditoriom erupted in aplauses as Jade walked down the stairs with tears in her eyes, she walked over to her seat besides her boyfriend ("no for so much longer" she reminded herself).

"I love you." Beck whispered into her hair, kissing her forehead. Helen, the principal, gave her speech and called all the Valedictorians up on stage. She started calling their names as she gave them their diplomas.

"Sinjin VanCleef. Houston University of Technolgy."

"Katrina Vega. Paris Fashion and Design University."

"Victoria Vega. London School of Arts."

"Becket Oliver. Juliard."

"Jadelyn West. London School of Arts."

"Caterina Valentine. Juliard."

"Andre Harris. London School of Arts."

"Robert Shaphiro. London School of Arts."

Each and every one of them received her diplomas with tears in her eyes and sweaty palms. It was finally over; the ceremony had finished and now they had their last Kickback before heading wherever the future took them.

It was comforting how they all were the same, even though nothing was. Tori and Andre were dancing weird in the dance floor, Cat was flirting with Robbie while chewing on her red hair and Beck and Jade were making out by the Asphalt Café wall.

"Ladies and gentleman, may I have your attention please?" Sikowitz interrupted their fun. "I know, as teachers, we are not allowed to make distinctions among the students. But I am not like most teachers, and I am not afraid to tell you that I favorite students every year, however, this time it's different. My six favorite students have not only treated me like their teacher, they have been good friends to me, and today, they are leaving all this behind.

And I cross my heart, I am sure they won't let me down. So one last time I would like to invite Tori Vega, Cat Valentine, Jade West, Beck Oliver, Andre Harris and Robbie Shaphiro to come on this stage."

The six teenagers can help but smile as they take the microphones and do what they are better at, they sing their hearts out.

"So, I guess this is it." Beck Oliver sighed as he held onto his girlfriend's (not for much longer) waist for dear life.

"Yeah, I guess." Jade mumbled, trying to keep her tears from falling. "Good luck and remember whatever you need, I am still your friend, kay?"

"Of course, babe." He let the nickname scape one last time. "I love you."

If you did none of this would be happening. "I love you too."

Jade took one last look at the man standing in front of her, his fluffy hair, tanned skin, sexy smirk, and she couldn't help but lean forward and crash her lips against his. Beck tightened his grip on her, never wanting to let go as he felt those warm soft lips on his.

"Beck, it's time to go." Cat interrupted their moment.

"Yeah, wait a sec." He said looking at her, then, he focused his attention at the beautiful girl that stood before him. The girl he had fallen for four years ago, the girl who showed him what life really was, the girl who was the reason he was what he was. "I can't do this, Jade."

"What? Beck, I thought we agreed on letting each other go, lets be honest here, babe, we always knew we wouldn't get far, I want to sing, you want to act. The only way we could be together is if one of us left their dreams behind. I am sure as hell that I won't, and I won't let you do it either."

He cut her off with a kiss, a very passionate kiss, pushing her back against one of the walls at the airport. He ran his fingers through her hair and back, and she did the same. When they finally pulled away he spoke. "Do you feel this? I want this, I want to wake up every morning with you by my side. I want to be able to kiss you and touch you and tell you how much I love you all the time. Maybe when I was thirteen my dream was to go to Julliard, but people change. Dreams change, and all I want right now is you babe."

"Beck I-"

He turned around to find their friends all siting down on some chairs on the corner and finally understood what he had been looking for through all his life. Beck wanted fame and fortune, but he didn't need that. He had everything he would ever need in that airport, friends that had never let him down and a girl he was willing to give his life for.

"I have to go now, but I promise as soon as I can I'll be back, and we'll figure something out, okay? Just promise me something, Jade."

"What?"

"Wait for me."

"Always."

A/N: I know, sappiest, most horrifying ending ever, but it had to end somehow right? Its midnight here and I have French class tomorrow at nine, so I got to go.

By the way, this is a one shot, but if anyone has ideas on how I could continue, please leave a review or PM me because I would really like to continue.

Anyways, review and tell me if you liked it or hated it, I don't mind getting mean reviews, and I would kind of like one since I have never gotten one. So… yeah… nothing more to say.

Love,
Andrea