AN: Hiii! So, here's something I have been wanting to play with so let's dig right in. It's in Jade's POV for now, may change later, but not yet!

SUMMARY: Jade hadn't seen Beck since graduation, but now, turning twenty-one, she decided to return back to LA, with her abusive boyfriend in tow. She's bound to run into him.

*THE DAY BEFORE HOLLYWOOD ARTS GRADUATION*

"Dude, I am going to New York!" I shouted, listening to the voicemail.

Jadelyn West, we would be happy if you joined our cast in the revised Broadway Musical of "Moulin Rouge", we would love for you to play the lead role of Satine. We have also made arrangements for you to attend NYU, and get your degree while you are here, since you don't yet have it. Please call us back, so we can give you all the details, Thank you.

It was all finally falling into place. Except one minor detail. Beck congratulated me, and squeezed me into a hug.

Neither of us dared to say it, but he couldn't come with me, he was chasing his own dreams. This was the end.

*PRESENT DAY*

I rolled my eyes as the cheesy airplane attendant asked everyone if they wanted a drink, a little too cheerful in my opinion.

When she stopped at our seat, Luke asked for a beer. I stayed silent, though I was not happy about that.

Luke is my boyfriend, I guess. I mean we've been together for a while now, ever since I met him at a little party in New York. We had a few drinks, made out a lot, and I ended up waking up naked in his bed.

After that I moved in with him, he' a great guy. Until he starts to drink that is. Then he gets a little rough, and says things he doesn't mean.

He is a foot taller than me, with messy black hair, and stubble on his face, and a perfect nose, and straight teeth. He had green eyes that I swear could glow in the dark.

A month after my Broadway gig ended, I graduated from college, and didn't know where to go from there. I made a headway in the Musical industry, and could get a role in practically any Broadway Musical, but I knew that opportunity would be there for a while, and I wanted to try something new.

I found out through one of my weekly phone calls with Cat, that there was an open Lead Role for a new show on television that they were working on. I figured if that didn't work out I could always start up my music career, which I had wanted to do anyway. Or even take a little break.

Luke was a musician, and claimed to have never been to Los Angeles, and so I invited him to come along with me, so here we were, about to land in LAX.

When the Pilot said we were about to land, Luke seemed okay, so maybe he wasn't drunk yet, hopefully.

I was excited to see all my friends again. Cat, Robbie, Andre, and even Tori. Sure Tori is extremely annoying, but in the end, she always helped me out, and so we kind of had a truce. Though I will never admit it out loud. Ever.

I was nervous to see Beck. I missed him like crazy, even after four damn years. Every little thing I did reminded me of him. I completely regret the last time I saw him. It's played in my head over, and over, and I remember it clearly.

*RIGHT AFTER GRADUATION*

I was posing in a picture with my father, who had surprisingly made time to come to my graduation. Neither of us was smiling. I was scowling at the camera.

I felt a hand lightly touch my shoulder. I turned to see Beck, also in his cap and gown, "Hey," He said not looking in my eyes. My mom and dad said they had to get back to work, and then they left me alone.

Beck didn't touch me or look at me, "So when are you leaving?" He asked, focusing on kicking a blade of grass with his converse.

"The Morning," I said, emotionless. This was so hard on me. I love him so much.

"So I guess this is it?" He said, finally looking up. He wanted me to say no, to lie, to say I would keep in touch, but we both knew that never worked out. Especially with my jealousy.

But instead I sucked it all up, and said, "Guess so." He looked hurt, but pulled me into a hug, anyway. He kissed the top of my head. I wanted him to kiss me so bad, and he might have wanted me to, also, but neither of us did. Instead we pulled away, and I just walked away. I regret ever walking away.