I don't own Victorious and I don't mean to be bad. No puppets were harmed in the making of this one-shot.
Jade tightened her grip on Beck's arm, which was loosely wrapped around her shoulder as they lay under warm blankets in the cosy bed in Beck's RV. Without saying any word they both knew the other was thinking about what happened earlier that day, when Jade had made comment on Beck's new T-shirt and Tori had asked how they could stand each other, raising her hand in unconvincing played desperation. As so often, Jade had imitated Tori's voice and Tori had walked off after saying 'she didn't sound like that'.
It was this. It were these small moments in which no words should be spoken and no gestures should be made, because every flaw could spoil the moment.
Jade knew she hadn't always been the perfect girlfriend, but in some way things turned out 'just fine' when she didn't seem to care. It was so easy to go out and play the mean part, or rather the part that 'just couldn't care less', because as long as she said she couldn't, she wouldn't have to care. It was fine for her being the only one who knew when to care, really care. It was safe.
Jade knew she wasn't the perfect girlfriend. Except for the times she took other girls off Beck, she hardly showed any affection or any sign of them being in this relationship together. Even though she had given plenty, she knew very well that there was no proper reason for why she acted the way she did. She was mistreated, she said, or she 'just didn't care'. A lot of excuses had crossed her own path, but the true reason was that she didn't know how to cope with several situations. Avoiding them or, if failed, pretending not to care seemed the perfect remedy and had, indeed, turned out to be 'just fine' for Jade, even though that would mean she couldn't be the girlfriend Beck wanted to have.
Jade knew she wasn't perfect, but she also knew she didn't need to be. She knew Beck loved her in any way, when she was angry or disappointed, when she was happy or ignorant, when she was honest or annoying; when she cared and when she didn't.
It wasn't the public showing of their affection that made their relationship strong enough to live through up and a lot of downs. It weren't words unspoken or gestured unmade. It was the way her head fit perfectly onto his chest, just beside his armpits. It was the way they could lie together for hours, so close that their bodies seemed to become one, yet never feeling uncomfortable or sore. Above all, it was the way Beck was madly in love with Jade and could therefore see through her black kohl pencil and her mask of carelessness to the beauty within. It was the way he perfectly loved her with all her flaws.