Hello :) Look who's being responsible and updating in a reasonably timely manner! ME! WHOOO HOOOO! Thank you all for your lovely, lovely reviews :) You're all amazing! If you have any questions or just want to talk, feel free to message me :).

Anyway (Haha, no pun intended), this is kinda short, but I'm actually pretty happy with it. Sorry it's still sad, but some other characters are coming into play very soon, and that should lighten the mood at least some.

Disclaimer: Things I wish I owned: A cup of coffee, Victorious, and a fish. If I owned those things, Beck and Jade would be together, the show would probably have to move stations because I'm not the most g-rated person (just keep those laughs to yourselves! :P jk, y'all know I'm perverted), I wouldn't be so tired, and I would have awesome fish companionship and my friends would be jealous :)

Oh, and btw, Both last chapter and this one are the same day as The Worst Couple. Enjoy. REVIEW!

"Ah Jade. I didn't know you had tear ducts." Really, it's a surprise that my father even looks up from his newspaper to speak to me.

And we should all know by now that this is actually kind of nice of him. It's his own "Baby, why are you crying?" In some twisted way. Although no one but Beck has ever said that to me in my life.

And Dad doesn't really want to know, he just want to acknowledge it. I suppose it helps his conscience. If he in fact has one, which is doubtful.

"It's a shock, isn't it?" I reply, pulling off my combat boots and leave them by the door.

It's the only place I'll ever be able to set them down and remember where they are in this giant-ass house. "Sweetie, you're crying!"

"Yeah, no chiz Mom,"

This is where Beck would've told me to be nice to her, if he were here. "She's reaching out to you, Jade, being kind." He'd tell me. "Return the favor." I tell the little Beck in my head to shut his face.

"What happened?" She asks, obviously deciding to ignore my bitchiness.

This is, again, nice of her, because I have a headache that I'd rather not scream through.

"I dumped Beck." I say simply, heading for the stairs.

"Wait, Jade! Why would you break up with-"

There's something you have to understand about Mom. She loves Beck. Probably more than she loves me or my dad (but let's be honest, does anyone love my dad?). She thinks he's a great influence on me, but besides that, I think she just likes how calm he is. Was. Whatever, don't bother me with verb tense right now.

"Mom, let's just let it go until morning, okay?" I'm fairly pleading, which makes my mother's eyes go wide. Because I rarely even ask, much less plead. So she just nods, a confused look on her face, and goes back to the kitchen.

When I get to my room, I just collapse into my bed, not bothering to change or even try to keep the tears inside.

I'm only half awake. I lay on my back, eyes still closed, not wanting to surrender themselves to whatever light is streaming into the RV this early in the morning. I listen to Beck's steady breathing for a minute before I feel him nuzzle his nose into my neck, lightly kissing my shoulder.

Cuddle-prone little bastard that he is, he inches even closer, kissing his way up my neck, to my jawbone, to my ear. "Good morning, Beautiful." He whispers.

"Honestly, you couldn't get any cheesier." I reply, but he's just too damn irresistible not to turn and let my arms encircle his waist to tug him closer.

His skin feels warm on mine, and his hair tickles my face as he kisses my forehead. "You know you love it."

"Oh yeah? How do you know that?"

"Because." He states as if I should've known. "Everyone loves cheese."

Yeah, he says things like that. "Lactose intolerant people don't."

"Lactose intolerant people do, actually. They just can't eat it." He grins, because he knows.

I stick my tongue out, because I know too. He won. It's not like I'm going to admit that, though.

"Beck?" I say after a moment of comfortable silence.

"Yeah?"

Maybe I meant to say 'I love you'- I had been thinking it. But instead I just settle on "Who's the sick person who decided school should start happening early in the morning?"

He laughs. "Still tired?"

"Well yeah," He's back to my neck, combing with the out-of-it feeling of just waking up to make it difficult to form a coherent sentence. "You kept me up all night."

I feel him smile against my collar bone. "You complaining?"

"No, what makes you think that?"

I wake up with the tears already streaking my face. But there's no Beck beside me in bed. No one to hold me before breaking the news that it's morning and I have to get up.

He'd told me he loved me after that. It wasn't the first time, but he'd just said it, out of the blue. It was beautiful, sexy with that hoarse morning voice of his, and blessedly unsolicited.

But that voice only lives in my memory, because every dream I've had of us together always ends before the 'I love you'. Perhaps it's because he doesn't anymore.

And I lay here and wonder why I let those words die on my lips. Why I hadn't I said them? He knew I loved him-still love him-but why couldn't I have affirmed it more often?

If he loved hearing the words as much as I did, it wouldn't have been so much of a sacrifice to say them for him. Because I do love him. Then and now.

Maybe if he was more sure of that, he would've opened the door.

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