Kay-kay! So this is the second chapter in Together Forever. The italicized parts are Jade's thoughts, the bold parts are texts, and the (parenthesized, italicized, underlined) part is just a little time lapse. Again, I do not own Victorious or the characters that appear. Hope you enjoy! Gimme some feedback!

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After I was out of Beck's sight, I practically broke into a sprint. I went straight to my dad's car, where Cat was waiting for me. "Jade?" "Get in the car!" I slid in and told my dad to drive before I was even entirely sure that Cat was in the car. Honestly, I didn't really care. I flicked my eyes to the passenger's side to see Cat curled up in the seat playing with her hair. She suddenly dug her Pear Phone out of her backpack. Not three seconds later, I felt a buzz in my pocket.

TO: Jade

FROM: Cat

Um, Jade? Is everything… alright?

I sighed and replied,

TO: Cat

FROM: Jade

Tell a soul what I'm about to say, and I'm breaking out my new scissors. Got it?

I glared at her, and she gulped and nodded. I turned back to my phone,

TO: Cat

FROM: Jade

Beck asked me to come to his house tonight to start working on the play.

Cat gasped and clasped her hand over her mouth.

TO: Jade

FROM: Cat

But the play isn't until next semester!

I tried to contain the urge to smile.

TO: Cat

FROM: Jade

I know.

Suddenly, she let out a long, annoying squeal of glee, and my father glared at us through the rearview mirror, though we paid him no mind. It was cute, the way she genuinely cared about me.

TO: Jade

FROM: Cat

I can't believe you're going to Beck's house! What are you gonna wear!

TO: Cat

FROM: Jade

I'm going to wear clothes! What else would I wear?

TO: Jade

FROM: Cat

My brother sometimes wears a paper bag over his head. He runs into stuff when he does. Like tables. And trees. And cars.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. Her brother was crazy, no doubt. We pulled into her driveway and she hopped out of the car. "Thanks, Mr. West! I'll see you tomorrow!" She leaned close to me and whispered, "Hope everything goes great tonight." She wiggled her eyebrows at me and walked into the house. She was utterly exasperating, but she was my only friend, my best friend. Honestly, I wanted to kill her a lot less than everyone else at Hollywood Arts. However, if she told anyone about my plans with Beck tonight, she'd be at the top of my hit list.

(Later while Jade sits in her room waiting for Beck)

He can't like me. No, no one does. Well, Cat, but she's really too oblivious to know any better. I just shouldn't get my hopes up. He's just so… tall… and tan… and muscly… and sweet… and I can see that dark in his eyes. The same kind of dark that I flourish in, he keeps bottled away.

I heard a car door slam. I was still getting my eye makeup perfected; it had to be the perfect kind of smoky. But damn me if I could never get it right. Oh well. I grabbed my heels and slipped them on as I rushed down the stairs.

Gotta get to the door before- knock, knock, knock.

Shit. Gotta get down there before- "Hello, I'm Beck, Jade and I are rehearsing a play tonight." My father turned to watch me come down the stairs.

Shit, shit. Gotta get to Beck before- "And just where are you two rehearsing at?" "Oh, at my place. I live by myself, kind of."

Shit, shit, SHIT.

I finally reached the door and, nudging my father out of the way, said "Hey, Beck. Bye, Dad." I reached for the door as I practically pushed Beck out of the doorway. The door clicked behind me, so that I was in a very small space between him and the door. "Hi," he said with that sexy little smirk on his face. He ran his hand through his hair as he took a step back and chuckled. "Yeah, hi," I somehow managed to croak out, "Let's go." I stepped past him and strode down the walkway to his car. I could hear him keeping up, and I could feel him staring at me. Not that I minded, or anything. I didn't break out the miniskirt, fishnets, and heels for him to ignore me. As we approached the car, he tried to step around me to open my door, but I stopped him. "My hands work just fine." He smiled, "Suit yourself." I opened the door, slid in, and buckled my seat belt before he had even reached for his door. In one fluent, sexy motion, Beck opened his door, slid into his seat, ran his hand through his hair, and cranked the car. Chills danced up and down my spine, and I had to bite my lip to keep from sighing.

What am I doing? This is insane! I just have to focus. Don't lose your cool, Jade. Keep your head about you. Sing. Sing! That'll calm you down! What's playing? Is this? The Reason! Hoobastank! I love this song!

As I opened my mouth to sing, Beck beat me to the punch, and I melted. Luckily I pulled myself together long enough to belt a little harmony out, and Beck glanced at me from the corner of his eye. We sang the entire song, and we were pretty damn awesome. I could feel my walls slowly start to drop as we talked about our favorite bands and actors and movies. He was funny, and talented, and sweet, and I was falling fast and hard. There was no stopping this now, I was in love with the boy. And something about the way his eyes glowed when he looked at me led me to believe he may have even felt the same way. Before I knew it, we were pulling into his driveway and walking up to the small silver RV parked in the driveway of his parents' house. He swung the door open, and bowed to me. "Ladies first."