Hello peoples! I said I'd add more chapters if you guys wanted me to, so here you go! And now that I've started, I kinda don't wanna stop. Too late to take it back, though. More chapters to come! if I don't go all procrastinate-y... This is a short one in Beck's POV, but it still continues to be very Jade-centric. don't worry, i'll switch back next chapter. and here we go...

Beck's POV

I hear the impatient clang of Jade's hand rap against the metal RV door and rush over to open it. Jade is donning her usual "It's too early to be alive" face, some black Jade-esqe clothing, and light make-up. Well, light for Jade. I like it though. It isn't often that I see this much of Jade's face, even when she sleeps over. Aren't girls supposed to take the make-up off when they sleep? Whatever. It's part of what makes Jade, Jade.

"You're late. I'm hurt." I place my hand on my chest, as if wounded.

"Right." She simply walks by me, into the RV. Ruh-roh, cranky. I close the door behind her.

"No witty reply? Huh. I haven't noticed any flying pigs, but it's kinda hard to see out these windows."

"You're cute. Where's the coffee?" She says, sitting down on the "Ugly carrot colored couch", as she likes to call it.

"Oh, I forgot. The coffeemaker broke." I reply, then realizing the tantrum that is about to ensue. Probably should have eased into it...

"It broke?" she says, as if she was just diagnosed with terminal cancer, and I was the doctor delivering the news.

"What do you mean?" She stands up. No, not even the doctor. I'm the cancerous tumor it's self.

"Relax, we can pick up a cup on our way to school."

She sits down on the couch, deflated. Jade without coffee is like a solar powered car on a rainy day.

"Are you almost done getting ready?", she moans at me, then lies down, hugging one or my ugly carrot colored pillows.

"Yeah, just let me grab my stuff." I glance around for my bag. I thought I put it on the carrot couch...

"Behind you." Jade says, eyes closed. I turn around and sure enough, it's on a shelf under the fish tank.

"Alright, I guess we can-"

"Don't forget your car keys." She says, eyes still shut.

"Oh, yeah. Where did I-"

"On the floor, next to your foot."

And there it is. My little psychic. Or my little psycho. Either way, she's mine.

She pops one eye open and smiles at me. She's cute when she smiles. Not the "I'm evil and could crush you" smile (which is kinda hot, though), the sweet "you don't suck nearly as much as I thought you did" smile. Not like I could ever ever tell her she's cute, though. She'd probably think I was trying to break up with her. Or she'd make it a point to never ever smile again.

I walk over to her and kiss her head. Jade hates compliments of any kind, and acts as if they're insincere, and yet, Jade loves physical affection and "I love you"'s like any other girl. It's probably because her asshole of a dad never tells her he loves her or gives her a hug. Probably. I think. It's hard to tell with Jade; she never openly reveals anything. Unless it is in the form of some snide comment. Like when she said she hated ice cream because it reminded her of her childhood.

"You didn't have a happy childhood?"

"My favorite toy was a hammer. You finish the puzzle."

Jade sighs, jumps off the couch, and leads me out the door. Jade sometimes likes to drive, just so she can find ways to tick off other drivers, but today she is obviously wiped, so I take the wheel.

"The faster you drive, the faster I get coffee, and the more time I'll make for the janitor's closet."

I step on the gas.

yay! ok. what'd you think? I'm not very good at boy-writing, and idk Beck's head as well as Jade's (well, as well as i think i know Jade's), that's why it mostly focuses around her. let me know if I pulled it off alright, though. If anyone has any more theories on why Jade is Jade, i'd love to hear them and include them in the story, if they're consistent with what i already have. I'll be sure to credit you.