sorry it took long guys. Finaly got a job :)
Jade
It's the first time I spend the night at Vegas house. It isn't the first time I've been in her room, but it certainly is the first time I been in her room with her IN it. She's rummaging through her drawers and closet, mumbling under her breath, something about a ladybug cover.
"It's under the bed." I tell her. She stares at me doubtfully before she ducks under the bed.
I had seen the folded cover under the bed during one of my explorations of her room. I was saving the little detail for a special occasion that never came. No worries, I have many more useful details on Vega, like how she can't sleep without her special pillow, how she pokes her nose with her pinky when she thinks no one is looking and how she is terrified of goats.
"Thank you Jade. I won't even ask how you knew." She gets up and walks over to the other side of the bed were Aidan is snuggled into the cover. "Good night, sleep so your tummy feels better okay?" she caresses his hair behind his ear and cups his cheek. Half asleep he nods.
"Good night." She turns the lights of and closes the door.
As soon as the door shuts I begin to feel sleep creeping in. My whole body feels it, all except my brain. I lay in Vegas bed, under Vegas heavy cover and on Vegas hard-ass pillows, it's not my scent I smell and my senses know it. I miss my bed, my scent, my soft pillows.
"Jadie?" a sleepy whisper calls my name.
"What now?"
"Good night." he snuggles harder into the mattress. Lucky, he doesn't have a worry in the world.
I obviously over reacted today, the sleeping kid now breathing normally next to me would have been just perfectly fine with medicine from the pharmacy and a short bath. I cant help feeling a little embarrassed, of course I won't admit it to anyone but still that nasty feeling is in my chest. Im a fully grown adult who knows nothing of how to treat a slight fever and cough. Not to mention my decision tonight. I could've searched up his symptoms online and found the right medicine to give him or I could've taken him to the hospital and gotten his medicine there.
Why do I always come to Vega when things go wrong? Ive asked myself that same question for a few years now. I honestly don't remember how my life was before she came, in a way I do but, I cant believe it really was like that. I had a boyfriend who I started dating because he was attractive and unafraid of me. My boyfriend's friends existed and I seemed to hang out with them because Beck was there, but I never really considered them friends, until she came along.
She, I hate to admit, did well in the showcase. She had the making for a new artist, she had rhythm, looks and a good singing voice. The problem was that everyone else saw that too. Not even a month after her arrival she had taken the spotlight from me, the one I had worked so hard to obtain from the rest of the prissy wannabes in the school. What made me mad was not the competition but the competitor. She knew absolutely nothing of the life the rest of us had been preparing for since elementary school. She was a complete idiot without proper knowledge of show business yet she became the top star in the school because she could carry a note and move her hips.
The longer she stayed, the more she learned and the more she took from me. I soon began to notice she was hanging out and becoming chummy with Beck's friends, and Beck. I began to feel left out, I never had been to friendly with them but I did enjoy the few times we would go out together as a group. Soon Vega began to replace me, I was no longer invited as much by Cat to go shopping or by Andre to listen to his new songs.
She didn't stop with just Cat, Beck and Andre. She wanted to be friends with me too, probably to try changing me and making me see the light and beauty in the world. I hated that she always made me feel guilty. I tried many ways to make her life horrible but every time I insulted her, she would just take the punch and smile saying something like "maybe one daywe can be friends".
Its been years now that we know each other, yet I don't consider her my friend, why? I don't know. We have come a long way from that first day we met. She's whinny, bossy, optimistic and a goody-to-shoes, and I'm surprised I haven't choked her already. She lost fear of me quickly, before I knew it she was standing up to me and even bossing me around.
But no matter how much hatred, jealousy or disgust I had, HAVE, for vega, I cant stop my brain from bringing her up every time I feel helpless and scared. And ever since beck left I've been doing it more often. Her optimism is contagious to everyone around her including me.
Since Beck's been gone nothing in the group has changed, nothing except for me. Vega, Cat, Andre and Robbie all still eat lunch together, plan trips, practice for plays and enjoy each others company. I know I have started to slowly drift away from them but I cant help it. I miss my best friend, not my boyfriend as much, but my friend. I miss having someone who understands me and my actions, someone who knows not to take my playful insults to serious and someone whose touch makes me feel special.
I open my eyes and notice how the amount of sky visible through the window seems to be getting lighter and warmer. Ughhh I need to stop thinking and go to sleep.
I find myself in Vega's bathroom digging in the cabinet looking for an extra toothbrush with no luck. I settle for mouthwash, I guess my mouth is just going to have to be a temporary home for germs.
As I begin to descend the stairs I can already hear the pop music coming from Vega's radio. She's in the kitchen in small blue shorts, an equally blue shirt and her ladybug sleepers. Her hair swinging back and forth with her hips as she dances silly for her audience.
I take one more step down the stairs but stop when I hear her laugh. The scene is to animated and joyful for it being this early in the morning. I sit down on the top of the stairs and just observe.
"Okay now that I've proven I can dance, can you tell me your name?" she says to the small bugger sitting at the table, still in that horrible yellow shirt from yesterday.
He finishes his little laughing fit with a serious of coughs. "Umm… whats Your name?" he asks with a hand on his mouth.
"I told you already chikito, its Tori."
"Vega...toro?" he says with a smile. I swear he plays the innocent baby card well. But I know better, I know were he comes from.
"Nooo... toro? No. Its TO-RI. Not Vega, ...TOOO-Riii." Just give up VEE-Gaa.
"Jadie said you are Vega. Cattewina is Cat, Bweckett is Beck, Jadewin is Jadie. Are you Vegeta?!"
"NO. Okay lets try this a different way. What is your name? If you tell me I'll make you a special pancakeeee. Hmm? How does that sound?"
"What's your name?" he's one stubborn boy. I should know, I've tried to get him to stop calling me Jadie for months now.
"Common, I asked you first."
"Are you Vegeta?"
"Ughhh" she groans. Yup, I've beenthere Vega.
"Tell him your real full name then hell tell you his." I advise her as I finish descending the stairs. She looks at me and then at Aidan. She crosses her arms on her chest and looks him straight in the eyes.
"Okay. Hi my name is… Victoria Vega buteveryonecallsme TORI. What is your name?"
"My name is Aidan Celest West." There we go, one half down.
"That is a very nice name Aidan."
Im searching for the coffee that I urgently need but it seems there is no damn coffee anywhere in this stupid house. I feel an annoying Latina rest against the sink beside me.
"Here." She offers me a huge cup of coffee. I wouldn't be a coffee fanatic if I didn't recognize the place this coffee came from right away. With just one intake of that delicious smell I could tell it was from the coffee shop just down the road, the one I visit every time we have to meet up at the Vegas' house.
"My mom and Trina are on a new diet, no caffeine, sugar, or energy drinks, so I went and got you the biggest size they had. It's not burning but it should still be warm." I take it from her hand slowly, not because I'm nice but because I don't want to spill the coffee.
"Thanks." I take a sip, and it's good coffee, amazing coffee but...
"What?"
"You have any sugar?" I find it interesting, she sees me as the kind who drinks plain coffee. Im not sorry to disappoint, I like my coffee with sugar. Always have always will.
"Oh yeah, uh, here" she hands me the sugar jar. "I didn't know how you liked it, I just figured you..."
"No, don't like my coffee bitter, no matter how bitter you think I am, I like it with two sugars." I explain calmly as I swirl the sugar into my cup, I mean she did get me coffee. I take another sip and feel my nerves begin to function. Vega stays by my side leaning against the sink as I gulp down half my drink. She looks at me and smiles, that stupid grin of hers, it's to early, how can she be so happy?
"Sooo, Jadelyn?"
"Call me that again and see what happens." I say coldly as I stare straight ahead. "Victoria."
"Oh but you knew that already. You do your research remember?" she says, still all smiles, my threat not even registered in her mood. Im about to slap that smile of her face, but my hands are busy, coffee.
"Hmm." I agree instead.
With about one third of my drink left, I go and sit next to Aidan who is happily slurping down a disgusting looking green goop.
"You vant some? It taste good!" with cheeks all covered in green sauce he offers his messy bowl and spoon to me.
"Um no. What is it anyway?" I frown as I look into the bowl, there seems to be chunks of something swimming in it. As if the color and chunks weren't enough, he coughs into his bowl.
"Cover your mouth sweaty. It's mashed peas with rice and chicken broth. Mom used to make it everytime someone got sick."
"It looks like…" With Vegas eyes on me I can't finish my sentence. Vomit is what I want to say but don't, if it's going to help the kid get better I'll keep my mouth shut this one time. "I guess. You got anything else to eat Vega?"
"Her name is Victowia" says the brat around a spoon full of goop.
"Tori!" the Latina protests from across the kitchen.
"Vega." I say. I look straight into the little buggers eyes and hold them, silently daring him to stare back. His face stays in my direction but his eyes never meet mine, instead they roam my face until they focus on my mouth. "VE-GA." I repeat. He looks away from me and towards his food.
"Victowia." he whispers into the bowl as he slurps more soup into his mouth. Is he challenging me?
I put my finger under his green covered little chin and make him look at me. "Can you say Ve-gaa?"
From the corner of my eye I can see her rushing to the table, determined to get her input into this conversation.
"Hey! Thats not my name! Tori, can you say TO-RI, Aidan? Please?"
He looks from me to Vega, I can see his little head calculating. His lips form the closest thing to a smirk I've ever seen on him and looks me straight in the eyes, grey vs grey.
"Tori!" he shouts. I let go of his chin and glare at his pudgy little face. Satisfied with himself he returns back to his soup. I wonder if his sweet and innocent ways are just an act. Im willing to bet that deep down the little brat is wicked.
Tori hugs him and pinches his cheeks, I swear he is loving this.
"And, to your previous question JADEEE, yes...there's a plate of eggs and toast in the microwave for you."
That answer surprised me. I wasn't expecting made breakfast. I though she would've pointed me to the cereal boxes or bowl of fruit. But no I open the microwave and there sits a plate just like promised with eggs and toast, made for me. Even after trying to convince my brother that her name is Vega she still feeds me? She is to nice, way to nice.
"Thanks." I say a little uncomfortable.
As I heat my food I cant help to think of last night. Once again I feel the disgusting feel of embarrassment creep up my body, I probably looked like the most stupidest adult in the universe not even able to handle a simple fever on a kid I've been living with for three years.
I don't ask her this, but Im curious about Vega. I have always been. Why is she always helping me, I know she says she wants to be friends, but why? I make her life harder then it has to be and ruin her fun for my own amusement. Yet she always tries so hard to help. Throughout the few years I've known her I've learned a lot, I know she likes learning new things, she hates seeing people depressed, and she likes making friends.
So my first idea to why she wouldn't drop the "lets be friends" thing she had going was because she couldn't stand the idea of someone hating her. That she wanted for the whole world to love and praise her. Ofcourse that was ruled out when she didn't give a shit about what random students in school thought of her. She was a confusing dilemma, and I hate things that confuse me.
"JaaAaade" the horrible way my name is being said by the girl currently giving me a headache is what brings me out of my thoughts. "Your foods done." she says pointing at the timer on zero.
"Yeah jaaadde, youw foods downe!" I glare at the both of them. A good slapping is what they both need, knock those smiles of those annoying faces.
Great going Vega, turning my own blood against me. Gosh and you still wonder why I hate you. Because I do. I hate you. I repeat it over and over in my head like if it was my mantra as I eat the breakfast said girl had made for me.
Thankyou for reading! more to come soon :)
