Ask and ye shall receive. You guys wanted more, so here you go. :) Not sure how long it'll go for, but I had an idea so I ran with it. I feel like most of the time, Tori is shown to be weak and craving Jade's attention. Thought it'd be interesting to see if things were flipped. Until next time, friends!

We awoke the next morning in the same position that we had fallen asleep in. My heart ached at the thought of how happy I could be if this was what I woke up to every morning. Alas, I realized just how naive I was to believe that anything like that could ever happen between the two of us.

It was early, and we had a few hours before we would be due to arrive at school. I thought about offering to make her breakfast or something equally as cheesey. I decided against it as she rolled away from me.

"I'm gonna get going." She said in a soft voice as she sat up on the other side of my bed.

"Sounds like a good idea." I said once I cleared my throat. I stayed in bed as she got her things together and walked out of my room. Yet again, I was back to square one. I couldn't figure out how we could have nights like the previous one, where I literally could not tell what the difference was between what we were doing and what couples do, just to get thrown back into this uncertainty. The pain was unreal.

I got ready slowly, thinking about what had happened last night. How amazing her lips felt against mine. How natural her body fit with mine. It felt right. It just seemed like this is what should be. I should be hers and she should be mine. So why wasn't it like that? Occam's Razor states that the simplest answer is the correct one. Well, us being together seemed like it should be simple. So why wasn't that the correct answer in this case?

My mind reeled with thoughts of Tori Vega as I drove to school that morning. My brain riddled with images of the previous night as I stood with our group of friends before classes began. When the bill rang and everyone began to dissipate to their respective places, I reached out for Vega's arm and she looked at me through pained eyes.

"Why do we keep doing this to ourselves?" I asked quietly in hopes of avoiding prying ears.

"Doing what?" Vega asked, casting a nervous glance around her surroundings.

"Hurting." I said, my voice cracking slightly.

She thought for a moment, "Look, I don't have all the answers right now."

I scoffed, "You don't have any answers."

"Exactly. So why would you want to be with someone who has no idea what they're doing, or what she even wants for that matter." Vega said, attempting to reason with me.

"Because that person does know what she wants, she's just too damn scared to admit it." I said desperately.

She shook her head, "You deserve better than me."

"But I don't want better than you." I said, holding her face in my hands now, not bothering to be discreet in the abandoned hallway. I kissed her soundly on the mouth, and to my surprise she kissed back with such passion I almost would have thought she meant it. We pulled away, slightly out of breath and looked at each other, "I should hate you." I whispered.

"I wish you did." She said before walking away, leaving me alone in the hallway.

I did my best for the rest of the day to act as cavalier as I could, despite the fact that my insides were pulling apart and destroying every ounce of sanity I ever possessed. I nearly killed a kid who ran into me as I walked into my study hall. He didn't stand a chance as he ran off into the bathroom. Christ, I think I might have made him wet himself.

Luckily for me, no one had really caught on to my strange behavior. Clearly, they had written it off as Jade just being Jade. I couldn't tell if I was thankful for the fact, or disappointed that my friends were just used to me being cold and distant. At lunch, I inwardly cringed as I listened to Vega talk about a date she was going on later that night. Jealousy did more than ebb at my insides as I thought about all of the things I would do for her if it were me taking her on dates. Though that remained unsaid. As did so many things.

Once school was over, I returned to my empty house and put on a Bright Eyes record and moped around for the evening. It was around eight o'clock when I heard my doorbell ring. Surprisingly, I was curious to see who was on the other side. It was Vega. Standing there with her hands deep in her jacket pocket and looking at me with a smirk that told me more than everything I needed to know. I ushered her silently into my house and she instantly removed her shoes and walked up stairs. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, knowing my mother wouldn't miss it when she finally decided to come home.

"So, how was your date?" I asked in a mocking manner as I closed the door with my foot once I walked into the threshold.

Vega rolled her eyes, "Lame. I don't even want to talk about it."

So we didn't. I poured us two glasses of wine and we sat in my bed watching TV until I felt my cheeks slowly heat up from the alcohol. Before I knew it, one bottle was gone and we were halfway through the second when I turned and looked at Vega.

"You know, if I took you on a date, it'd be one you'd be telling your friends about for the rest of your life." I said before really thinking.

Vega looked at me with a smile, "Really? Have you thought about that? Taking me on a date?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

She looked intrigued as she moved her body to face me, "What would you do?" She asked.

I could feel myself blushing and I slightly regretted telling her this. Then again, maybe there was a reason she'd want to know, "Well. I'd take you to some really fancy restaurant. Those places that make a salad sound complicated. I would hate it, but I know you'd love the romantic notion. I'd take you down to the beach afterwards. And we'd sit down by the water and I'd ask you about your past and what you thought your future would be. What you wanted it to be, at least. And after we'd sit there for what seemed like hours, I'd regretfully take you back to your house, walk you to your front door and kiss you goodnight." I said. Halfway through my description, I kind of lost myself. Lost the fact that I was actually talking to Vega about taking her on a stupid date. By the end of my monologue, I hadn't realized how close my face was to Vega's. The slightest movement would connect our lips in a kiss that I wasn't sure I could leave as something chaste.

Vega leaned in, brushing her lips against mine once before claiming them roughly, pushing me onto my back and climbing on top of me. Her leg ground in between my thighs and my hands knotted themselves in her hair. Her teeth tugged at my lower lip before they made their way down my neck, sucking on my pulse point. I made an attempt to stop her, though it was futile as she slid her hand down inside the front of my sweatpants.

"Fuck." I whispered as my back arched into her. I was always amazed at how dexterous her fingers were. Though my amazement subsided when my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave after what seemed like hours of her tedious, expert movements. She knew how to play me just the way she liked. I was left a heap of moans and heaving breaths while she pressed herself into me gently. I always felt a little cheap when I'd let her do this: fuck me fully clothed.

My irritation outweighed the pleasure that was still coursing through my body as I rolled over so I was on top of her. I tugged her blouse up over her head, tossing it haphazardly behind me as I slid my hands behind her back to undo her bra. The garment was disposed of off to the side of my bed and for a moment, I thought she was going to protest what I was about to do. She didn't, and instead gave me a challenging look and a raised brow as if to ask me what I was waiting for. I stripped myself of my own shirt and bra before leaning down and kissing her fully. She gasped at the feeling of skin on skin as our mouths moved languidly together. I doubted that I could ever get tired of this.

I slid my hand down to the clasp on her jeans and felt her sharp intake of breath. I pulled my lips away from hers and looked at her through hooded lids, "Do you want me to stop?"

She looked at me through dilated eyes, shaking her head sharply. I grinned and continued to remove her jeans and panties from her legs before doing the same to my own sweatpants. The quiet of the night was then filled with gasps of appreciation and moans that fueled the passion between us. And God, was there a lot of it.

When we were sated, exhausted, and too drunk off of wine and each other, we laid in my unkempt sheets, our bodies glistening with sweat as she draped her body over mine. My hands rested on her lower back as her breath tickled my neck.

"I wish it was me." I whispered.

"What?" I heard her mumble into my skin.

"I wish I was the one taking you out on dates. You'd never have to put up with a bad one ever again, and you'd be coming here for guilt-free sex instead of whatever this is."

"Jade." She said, and I felt her body start to move.

"Don't. Just leave it alone. I get it." I lied. I didn't get it. I didn't understand it at all. Why she gushed about this date at lunch only to come here after, complaining about how terrible it was and then fucking me like it was nothing. Like I was nothing.

Let's face it, I was nothing to her. I just wasn't strong enough to admit it and leave. She was always going to be apart of me. Whether I liked it or not. Her breathing evened out, and I figured she had fallen asleep. I felt my body relax at the thought of being able to hold her without having to worry about saying something stupid that would make her leave. I let out the breath I didn't realize I had been holding and sunk deeper into my bed. She nuzzled into the crook of my neck and said something that made my heart clench and my blood freeze.

"I love you, Jade."