There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard,
No song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart.
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things,
Like a shoe box of photographs, with sepia-toned loving.
Love is the answer, at least for most of the questions in my heart.

The following months held a few ups and downs for the couple. They would spend as much time together as possible, whether it was Jade's rehearsed lines that let her sneak out to meet him at the park after school let out, to his constant treks into her bedroom at night. It was as if they lived in their own world, apart from his friends or her family.

He was her calm before the storm. On nights her parents would keep her up with their shouting matches, she counted on him to pick up his phone with minimal rings, no matter what the hour. He would calm her down with stupid little poems he'd write about her, or for her, along with a song or two his band had been practicing. That, along with other little things, like keeping her grades up and being a nicer student and friend, he managed to change the girl quite a lot.

It wasn't all one sided, now. Jade made sure that Beck kept his temper down around his annoying family, and she brought out his creative side a little more than before. She'd sit down with him and forced him to work out his artistic block, and through his girlfriend, he got interested in Acting, writing, and eventually with his musical theater interest.

So when she wanted to learn how to get in and out of her bedroom window, he was there to help her up after she fell off the top of the fence.

"Nice going, you dork," he told her as he rushed to her side, leaving his smile noticeable on his face. He began kneeling down next to her, helping her sit up in front of him. As she took her position to a new level, crossing her legs and letting her knees touch his own as they rested against the grass in her neighbor's yard. Her face was already covered with streaks of pain when he finally got a look at his girlfriend.

"Shut up," she said with a groan. This is when he finally noticed that she was holding her wrist in her hand, applying enough pressure that her hand turned an off shade of white. That was what you were supposed to do, right? "I think I landed wrong."

That's when the traces of concern really came upon his face. He pressed his lips to her forehead before taking her fragile wrist into his hand, looking as closely as he could with out moving her tender joint around. He couldn't help but tense his jaw when he saw the blue and purple bulge that was protruding out of her inner arm. He didn't want to freak her out more, so he shook it off, "I think we might want to go to the doctor's, just to be safe."

"Oh fuck. There's something wrong," Jade said as she began to slowly build up to her freak out. This, in return made Beck turn to slight panic.

"What should I do? Call 911? Your mom? And can we not involve your dad? I don't want to leave you, but I feel like he'd kill me when he found out I was the one who did this. Oh God, I'm the one who did this," he said, finally looking down at the girl who still sat in the middle of her neighbor's yard, battered and bruised. Beck hadn't even noticed that he began pacing as he talked, slowing only when he figured out that his girlfriend was hurt because of him. He rushed back to her side, looking tenderly into her eyes, "I'm so so so sorry, Jade."

"It's fine," she breathed, attempting to give him a reassuring smile, but more of a grimace emerged, "just take me to my house. My mom's home, and luckily for your testicles, my father's at work."

Beck nodded as he grabbed her elbow with one hand, and her waist with the other as she was helped to her feet. She brushed off her jeans with her free hand before sighing. She looked down at the extent of her injury, just for her own moral knowledge, she saw the swelling in her wrist for the first time, and almost felt her body throb in terror. "Now would be a good time."

He led her through the neighbor's yard, making sure she focused on walking around the awkwardly placed bushes, and small Japanese ponds that were scattered about, making it extra difficult to panic through. She stumbled a bit on one of the larger rocks, and he had to use her elbow to keep her balance, putting pressure on the rest of her arm, including her wrist.

Jade winced in pain as they finally hit the pavement. To distract herself, she paid attention to minor details of their walk. She still had to get around the wood fence before they could b-line it to the door, and her mother was always in the kitchen or in the living room, luckily both were located in the front of her house. She took another deep breath of pain as Beck's grip tightened on her elbow in response. He was trying to distract the pain, and it did for the most part, so she was thankful.

Beck was rushing as fast as he could with as little strain as he could manage on her. He wanted to get it looked at as soon as possible, just to make sure she was going to be okay. A pang in his chest made him a little less at ease when he began their trek up the front steps of her doorway. He held the front door open as she walked in, holding her own injury now.

"Mommy!" Jade yelled with panic in her voice. She was starting to feel this pain now. She couldn't move her wrist and it was beginning to turn completely purple. "I need you."

"What, what, what?" her mother asked as she walked out of the kitchen, drying her wet hands off on a kitchen towel she immediately threw on the ground when she saw the wrist of her daughter. "What the fuck happened?"

"I fell off a fence," Jade said nervously, wincing as her mother twisted her wrist slowly to test it's mobility. She was trying to see if it was actually broken, or if it was only a serious sprain.

"We need to go to the Emergency Room," she said quickly. Then her gaze finally fell on Beck. "And who might this be?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm Beck Oliver," he said, instantly extending his hand out to shake her's. This must have impressed her a little as she raised an eyebrow at the gesture, and a smile pulled on her lips, as she grabbed his hand. "Sort of the reason she's like this..."

"What the real problem behind this is Dad. If I could just see Beck when I wanted to, I wouldn't have to slip out my freaking window," Jade mumbled with a sigh, and a roll of her eyes. She looked at her nervous boyfriend who couldn't control himself from looking around the foyer. This was the first time he was out of her room.

"We'll talk about that later, but it was nice to meet you. I'm Juliette West, Jade's mother," she said as she got off of her knees and rose to her feet. She quickly walked to the side table and grabbed her keys. "I take it you guys don't know each other, so I'll keep this little thing a secret. I saw Jade trip down the stairs, that's the alibi. Got it?"

The teenagers nodded as the mother rushed them out of her house...

All of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight,
But I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings,
Or brings new things for tomorrow night, you see,
They'll be gone too, too many things I have to do,
But follow these dreams and they might find their way into my day to day scene,
I'd be under the impression, I was somewhere in between.
With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do,
Or places we got to be, we'll sit beneath the mango tree now.

Months after, Beck still felt horrible every time he saw the black cast, covered in silver scribbles her mother and her, very few, friends had signed. He held her from behind as they laid down in her bed at the late hours of the night, the only time they could really just be alone. His index finger traced along the pattern someone had left along her cast, giving it some sort of tribal look as the markings stood out in gold instead of the usual silver.

"Stop thinking about it," Jade mumbled as she shifted from within his arms. She was now face to face to the only man who ever cared about her as more than a friend. Hell, he was the only boy who has made it into her heart. "It was almost a month ago. Forget about it now."

"I can't just forget about it. I hurt you," he mumbled, casting his gaze from her gorgeous, hazel eyes before traveling down to her battered wrist. He kissed the top of her forehead with a sigh. "I can't believe I let you fall."

"I thought you wanted me to fall," she said with a playful smirk as she pressed the tip of her nose against his. She rubbed her lips lightly against his, just to be a slight tease. "Wasn't that supposed to be the point of dating?"

He smirked and pressed his lips against her own, applying enough pressure to push her back a good inch or two. She smiled at him gently, "you lose, babe."

Beck rolled his eyes as he went back to the previous position, his nose against hers. His lips were only slightly touching her own as he looked from her lips back to her eyes, then back again. The wouldn't stop shifting at she spoke, "are we really going to do this, Oliver?"

"Why do you think I'm in the position, West?" he teased, while his hands began to wonder under the fabric of her shirt along her stomach. He knew where he was allowed to touch and where not to touch. She smirked as she hardly held her lips against his own, only to tease him. She loved this game.

She bit his bottom lip playfully as she kissed the side of his mouth, to his jawline, to the base of his neck. He shivered under the mere contact of her luscious lips pressing against the sensitive skin that was open and waiting for her to attack. She began to roughly bite and nip at the bare flesh as her heated breath ignited his senses. He pushed her up gently. He used a hushed tone, filled with utter want and lust, "You win."

One look at his dazed expression and she knew she had him. She straddled his hips and sat up straight, leaving her hands on top of his abs. "I always win."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Beck mumbled as he grabbed onto her wrists before he pulled the girl down against his chest. She snuggled against him as he locked her within his arms and rested her head upon his pecks. He kissed her forehead before she could get out of his grasp.

Jade moved beside him, resting between the side of his stomach and his arm, fitting into the nook of his shoulder. She looked up at him and kissed the edge of his chin. Beck wanted a little more, so he nudged her head with his nose. Unfortunately for her man, Jade wasn't in the most active mood.

"What?" Beck asked, tilting his head so he could look into her eyes. He let his hand cup her chin as he placed a tender kiss against her lips.

"Nothing..." she lied, "I'm just tired..."

He took it as nothing. An eight grader couldn't have possibly known the inner workings of girls, and how completely complicated they could be. Beck felt the girl shake a little; it felt like she was cold or something. He wrapped himself around her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. "Jade, you okay?"

"Yeah," she said in a strained voice. Was she... was she crying? No. No. Beck knew better. She couldn't be crying. Jade was the toughest girl in the world. "I said I was tired. Let me sleep."

She adjusted herself a little more within his grasp, turning around so she could cuddle up to his chest again. Her eyes were closed as she clung tight to his chest. Her cheeks were still clinging to the red that rested on her pale skin. He kissed her forehead, "goodnight, my Jade."

"Until tomorrow, my Beck," she whispered before lifting her head, and kissed his chest. Her head laid back down, and her arm hung over his stomach. She began to breathe in a rhythm, signaling the first signs of sleep. He kissed her forehead one last time before closing his eyes.

I'll just close my eyes until she rolls off of me so I can leave without waking her up, Beck thought as his arm wrapped tighter around his sleeping girlfriend...

I believe in memories,
They look so, so pretty when I sleep.
Hey now, and when I wake up,
You look so pretty sleeping next to me,
But there is not enough time,
And there is no, no song I could sing,
And there is no combination of words I could say,
But I will still tell you one thing,
We're better when we're together.

"And that's when I fell asleep," Beck said, taking a sip of his water, and letting the bottle empty into his mouth before he recapped it, placing it in his book bag. "Her dad found us the next morning. I have never jumped out of a window so fast in my life. I actually work up the neighborhood with the alarm system and motion sensors her paranoid father put up."

"Really?" Tori said with her jaw on the floor. "What'd he do about it?"

Beck's expression turned less happy, and more upset. "He took her away from me."

She arched an eyebrow, 0"What do you mean?"

"I waited a day to do anything with her. I didn't talk, text, or even try to get into her room, which turned out was my biggest mistake," Beck said. He looked at the floor as his fist fell into his other palm. He rubbed his knuckles tightly. "Surprisingly, you can pick up and move your entire family in one day."

"He didn't!" Tori's eyes went wide. "He made them move! To where?"

"The far end of Calabasas," Beck said, "but I didn't know that at the time. It was like Jade fell off the face of the Earth. The only person I felt complete with was gone. I felt like I had so much left I could have said. I loved Jade. I knew that. But she didn't, and I needed a way to tell her."

"This is where I come in," Andre said, smirking at Tori before nudging her with his elbow.

"Yeah. Andre set the whole thing up, and also the reason I found out about Hollywood Arts," Beck said with a smile to his best friend.

"How? Didn't you go to different schools after the move?" She asked.

"Well, if there was no way I could have contacted Jade by phone, I thought there could have been a way to get through to her if I made a video. Maybe someone she knew would see it and show it to her. It turns out, she found it on my page one day." He said with a smirk. "I got my band together, and with the help of our talented Mr. Harris, I made a Youtube video where we preformed the song 'The Promise'. The one New Found Glory did, since it was more our style."

"Aww, to tell her you love her?" Tori asked with her face turning to the beginning stages of a cute attack.

"Not in so many words..."

"Wait, what?" Tori asked.

"Just listen." He pressed the play button, playing his voice through the speakers, letting Tori view his video. A short haired version of the man sitting in front of her looked into the camera, with a serious tone as he said, "Jade West. You left before I could say everything I needed to. This is a way to tell you. I really hope you see this."

He backed up a little, as he began to play his guitar before singing into the microphone:

I'm sorry but I'm just thinking about the right words to say,

I know they don't sound the way I planned them to be,

But if you stay around a while I'll make you fall for me,

I promise you, I promise you, I will.