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Robarazzi
Jade wasn't speaking to him, and it was all his fault.
Having those 'Robarazzi' goons following them around all week had been hard enough. Then they'd aired Jade and Beck's secrets across TheSlap. Of course, they'd managed to get Robbie's stupid show off of TheSlap, but Jade's feelings had still been hurt.
Beck was feeling guilty. He shouldn't have been joking around about their relationship, and in front of their friends no less.
So, after the twelfth unanswered text message, he decided to drive over to Jade's mother's house.
Jade's car was in the driveway, and he could hear her stereo from his car.
He knocked on the door. "Jade? Jade open up! It's me, Beck!"
There was no answer, so he tried the door. It was unlocked.
"Jade?" he called again from Jade's living room. Again, there was no answer. He walked up the stairs and stopped at a black door with a crude 'Enter At Your Own Risk' sign.
"Jade," he called, "please open the door."
"No."
"Jade, please! We need to talk."
"Too bad!" she called from inside.
After a brief pause he said, "Okay then. I guess I'll just wait out here until you're in a better mood." It wasn't a sure-fire way to get her to open the door, but he was as stubborn as she was, and he would wait there until she opened the door to get to school the next morning if he needed to.
Jade knew this, too. And as much as she didn't want to speak to him, she knew she couldn't let her mother find him in the hallway when she returned home. So, she opened the door.
He entered gingerly and moved to turn down her stereo as she returned to her bed where she had been cutting up a feather pillow.
Her room was different, to say the least. Although Beck wearied to admit it, his girlfriend's taste in music and fanatic obsession with scissors and other sharp tools worried him.
When they'd first met, he hadn't been concerned about her mental health. He had believed Jade to be just another spoiled Hollywood brat that rebelled against her parents because they hadn't given her something she wanted. But when he learned of her less than appealing relationship with her father on account of her parents' divorce when she was young, he began to understand her and her reasons for doing the things she did.
Her dark room bothered him.
He went to sit in the small chair she had in the corner of her room by her bed and watched her. She had resumed the mutilation of her pillow.
"Okay, what?" she said after a few moments of silence. "Why are you looking at me?"
"I'm just observing. You always do this when you're frustrated."
"Do what?"
"Cut things up," he explained rising to sit beside her on the bed. She had paused her scissoring so he grabbed the scissors from her hand and placed them on her night table.
"Hey!" she said. He ignored her and went to put his arms around her. She pushed him away.
"Okay. Why don't you tell me what's wrong," he tried.
"You know exactly what's wrong." She was right; he did. However, Beck, ever the opportunist, tried to get Jade to share her feelings in a more productive manner.
"Yes, but I want you to tell me." He was pushing her buttons. Risky, yes, but he knew it would be good for her.
She growled but played along. "You. That's what's wrong with me," she harrumphed.
"Me?"
"Yes, you! You and your 'well', every time Robbie mentioned we might be breaking up!"
"Jade," he began. She interrupted him.
"Don't Jade me! You always do this. You always play around with my emotions like a cat with a piece of yarn!"
"Jade you know I was only joking."
"Maybe. Maybe you were only joking! And you didn't do it once. You did it twice. And in front of other people. And you knew how I was going to react, but you still did it." She sounded defeated.
"I'm sorry."
"What?"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been messing around with your feelings."
It was a simple apology, but sincere, and that was usually all she needed.
But, she crossed her arms and sighed back into the remaining pillows. He moved to put his arms around her and this time she accepted.
"I somehow don't think that's all that's wrong," Beck said.
"Yes. No. I don't know!" she ended.
"I'm just so," she paused again then continued, "I don't know. I can't decide what I'm feeling right now. I'm angry at you for saying what you said, but a part of me knows that I shouldn't be angry because you were only joking and," she stopped again.
He kissed her cheek. "Well then, why don't we make a pact? I will endeavor to stop playing around with our relationship. And you will try to not take so much stuff to heart."
"Okay," she smiled then nuzzled her head into his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head, and then her neck, and they spent the rest of the night together in each other's arms.
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