Hi!
I started watching youtube videos and got distracted.
I totally fell in love with 2 music videos and one hundred percent stole the intros from Rihanna and Taylor Swift lol
I hope it worked out D :
Enjoy? : )
"Robarazzi"
Jade's POV
"What do we do now?" Cat asked after she, Andre, Beck and I escaped the table and Robbie's complaint. There was no 'guy' that we were really going to see, but it was a great excuse to get out of that mess.
"Maybe we should go back," Beck said, glancing back towards the table at Robbie and Tori. Why was he so worried about her? Robbie was a pest, but she could handle it.
"Or," I held his arm lightly to get his attention. "We can go get you another tostada?" He looked torn for only a second before smiling and leading us away from Andre and Cat to the food truck.
"How's your dad doing?" I asked after he ordered his food. I hadn't talked about his dad's injuries since that night at the hospital, wanting to forget it.
"He's a lot better," He nodded and looked away. I recognized that look, it meant he didn't really want to talk about it…which was a little weird. Naturally I ignored him.
"Hey you never did tell me why he was in your RV in the first place," I inquired, remembering how weird I thought it was that night I brought the dog.
"What do you mean? He was just taking a nap," He shrugged and took his food from Festus when he handed it to him. He started walking away without me and I followed; something was definitely up.
"A nap? In the middle of the night?" I made sure my tone was skeptical. He kept walking till we got to his locker and he stood still to eat. He stalled, chewing slowly while I glared. "Beck, come on…talk to me." He sighed and stopped eating momentarily to speak.
"He got into a fight with my mom," He said, shaking his head. "And he told me they needed some space so he had to take my room for the night."
"I'm sorry," I said quietly, repeating the same thing he said to me when I told him about my parents' problems.
"It's not that bad," He shrugged it off, playing the cool guy like always.
"They've been fighting for a long time, though…," I said, not really sure what I was trying to get at. I know it's not officially any of my business, but I worried about Beck. He was getting used to ignoring his parents' problems…just like my parents' avoided their own.
"I know," He acknowledged then took another bite of his tostada. "But they're better now…I mean honestly, I think the dog attack thing really brought them closer. My mom was really worried."
"That's good, isn't it?" I asked, noticing his disheartened tone.
"Yeah…yeah it is," He nodded slowly and crumbled up his trash. "But, enough about me," He smiled suddenly. "How are you?"
"I'm good," I tried to smile, but didn't really do it well.
"How are your parents?" He asked, running his fingers through my hair. I hated that Beck knew more about my problems than I knew about his.
"They…suck," I smiled for real this time. I really couldn't think of any better words. He laughed though, which was good. "My dad totally busted my mom."
"The tennis instructor?" He said with a wonked out expression. I knew it well, I got the same look when I thought about it. "Yikes. What'd your dad do?"
"Oh, you know…the usual," I sighed, thinking about my non confrontational parents. "He got mad and stormed out, hasn't been home in over a week." He didn't say anything but moved his hand around the back of my neck securely. I loved the way he knew how to make me feel safe with a single touch.
"Jade…" He started to speak, but I didn't want to talk about it anymore. I won't let my parents' problems affect us.
"Forget about it," I tried to smile, but I knew he didn't buy it. "It doesn't matter. He won't stay away that long…otherwise people might start asking questions. Wouldn't want that…"
"Let's make a deal," He said unexpectedly, taking his hand from my neck.
"What kind of deal?"
"I'm making you a promise now," He spoke assuredly. "That I will never make my parents' mistakes with you." He offered his hand out for me to shake and I just stared down at it.
"Beck, we won't," I said, sure of myself.
"Then just humor me," He said, waving his hand a bit more enticingly. "Alright, fine. I promise." I nodded, shaking his hand. He used it to pull me forward a bit then smiled.
"Seal it with a kiss?"
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*Next Day*
Beck's POV
"Oliver!" I heard Jade's voice yelling through the crowded hallway and turned around. Kids were creating a path as she stormed to me, looking and sounding pissed off; what had I done now?
"Hey, babe," I smiled, knowing the best way to go into an argument was with a positive attitude…at least I liked to believe so. "How's it going?"
"What's this I hear about you snuggling with Cat?" She said at a loud volume, but I noticed something off about it. It was lacking a certain…fire that she usually argued with.
"What?!" I sounded as offended as I felt.
"Apparently, you guys were getting so hot you set off some kind of alarm?" She looked appalled.
"What?!" I repeated my outrage. "No! Jade she had just bought some alarm necklace and she kept telling me to get closer and closer and closer until the damn thing went off! She's going crazy buying this stuff, nothing happened!"
"I know," Her mood did a 180 and she was now smiling sweetly. "I was just kidding."
I was beyond shocked and I could feel my face conveying that. I had already thought of three points to argue my case as if I were about to go on trial. And there she stood, giggling at the look on my face.
"Not funny," Was all I could say even though I could feel myself start to lighten up.
"SO funny," She responded then took my hand and pulled me in a new direction. "Let's go get lunch. I've been craving tuna for the longest."
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"Hey!" Jade yelled to me for the second time this week. This time, though, she got the passion just right; letting me know this was real.
"Yes darling?" I answered kindly.
"Don't 'darling' me!" She spit her words out at me and shoved me lightly. "What the hell was that!"
"What?"
"That 'well…' crap!" She reminded me about Robbie's stupid blog that said she and I were 'splitsville'.
"Oh, that…," I nodded slowly.
"Yeah! 'That'!" She mocked me and pushed me again. "What the hell?!"
"Well…," I said in the exact tone she hated from earlier then smirked. "I can kid too." She dropped her mouth and looked infuriated but at the same time amused.
"You're ridiculous," She shook her head and moved to push me once more, but I stopped her, reaching to grab her wrist lightly.
"I'm only trying to keep up with you," I smiled, glad I'd evened the score.
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"Can we just—can we stop for second?" Jade said abruptly, breaking our kiss and turning her head. "I just need a minute."
"Yeah, of course," I nodded and took a deep breath. We'd been sitting in my new (old) car, a '64 mustang in baby blue, for almost an hour now. Jade had loved the car when I surprised her with it this afternoon and insisted on going for a drive.
We ended up parked on one of the many hills in Hollywood; I was pretty sure this was where lots of kids came to make out and do…other stuff, but we hadn't planned that. We passed other parked cars with steamed windows on the way up here proving that, but since we got here, we'd mostly been talking. Discussing school things and reviewing movies the way we liked to. It was nice to get away like this even though we were close to home; I think I'm going to love having a car.
When we'd stopped talking and started kissing, I knew something was off. Jade had seemed tense as she ran her hands up and down my chest. She let me kiss her slowly, like she wanted to take her time, but then stopped suddenly. Now we sat still, me staring at her while she looked forward into a forest like area from the path we took to get here.
"What's up?" I asked her, stroking her arm with the back of my hand.
"I don't know," She shrugged and laid her head back. "I just have a lot on my mind."
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"Not at all," She shook her head and closed her eyes.
"Alright," I nodded, accepting this. "I think Tori's doing a movie night thing at her house tonight. Wanna go?"
"No," She shook her head again.
"C'mon," I prodded. Maybe being around people would help. "Let's just go, it'll be fun."
"Nooo…," She repeated, this time dragging it out.
"Why not?"
"Because I didn't shower this morning and I had tuna fish for lunch and I…," She stopped talking and glanced behind us, double taking to look shocked. "There's a dude in the back seat!"
"What the?" I turned to see one of Robbie's scrawny freshmen reporter's scrambling to get out of my car. "Hey, man! What are you doing?!"
"Get out!" Jade and I yelled until he scurried away. Man, I'm going to kill Robbie. How long had that kid been back there?
"I. Am going to. Murder. Robbie," Jade took the words out of my mouth. Now she looked even more pissed off than before.
"Should I go after that kid?" I asked, scanning the trees to make sure he wasn't creeping from afar.
"No," She shook her head. "Let's just get out of here."
"Alright," I obeyed, starting my ignition and making a mental not to savor that sound. "Your house?" I asked.
"No," She shook her head again. "My mom's kind of been on a bender since my dad left."
"Are you okay?" I glanced beside me to gage her reaction. Her mother's way of dealing with her father was probably what had her acting so weird.
"Yeah, I'm just tired," She made these wide sad eyes at me and it was moments like that that made me realize I'd do anything for her. Anything to make her happy. I hate to see that hint of sadness in her eyes. "Can we go to your RV? Please?"
"Of course," I complied like we both knew I would.
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I could hear the faucets of my shower turning off and knew I better hurry up. Once we got to my place, Jade had decided to take a shower and I had opted out, choosing to be responsible and finish my English homework before it got too late.
But when I heard the sounds of her wrapping up in there, I knew I probably didn't have much time. The door opened and out she stepped, looking fresh and relaxed. Her makeup was washed off and her hair hung in damp waves around her. She wore a dark gray old t shirt of mine I'd given her that was loose enough for me to see her collarbones.
She smiled warily at me as she walked across my small room to where her purse laid on the floor near me. She bent down to fish something out of her bag and came back up, standing close to me. I felt myself smile when she leaned over and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, kissing my neck softly.
"Whatcha doing?" Her voice purred near my ear. I tilted my head a bit to answer and was immediately intoxicated by her scent. Her hair smelled like the vanilla of my shampoo while her body retained the berry scent of her usual perfume; the mix of the two was almost too much for me to handle.
"English paper," I responded, trying to focus on my last paragraph but finding my train of thought completely gone. "Feel better?" I asked as she unhooked herself from me.
"Mmm hmm," She nodded and moved to sit across from me on the bed. She crossed her legs and I could see she was wearing a pair of black lace underwear that she had to know was my favorite. "You should've joined me."
"Hah," I chuckled. There were a lot of things Jade hated, but one of the few things she loved was taking showers together. I did too, but I knew it always led to something more and I had work to do. "Sorry. I really need to finish this thing," I gestured to the papers laid out around me.
"Hmm," She sighed lightly and I glanced up to see her lips in a pout. "Come sit with me," She patted the space beside her enticingly.
"Jade…," I said in a warning like tone. "Come on, I just have one more paragraph and you're making me lose my concentration."
"It's so stupid that we have to take regular classes," I could see her shaking her head as I tried to focus. "I mean, we go to a performing arts high school; do they honestly think we'll grow up and become history teachers?"
"They're just following the law," I said absent mindedly as I picked up my playbook and scanned a few pages. "We have to learn the same stuff other high schools do too."
"Yeah, but…I hate history," She said anyways and I almost laughed. I felt her shift positions on the bed then speak. "So what's this paper about?" I looked up to see her laying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows staring at me.
"Shakespeare," I told her and gave her my copy of Romeo and Juliet. "This whole semester is about Shakespeare."
"Yikes," She said, flipping through the pages. Our school's specified English courses were actually pretty helpful. If I ever get the chance to play Romeo, I already have most of his monologues memorized.
"Yep," I nodded as I finally started my concluding paragraph.
"Juliet was such an idiot," Jade said, taking my attention away again. "I mean, all she had to do was wait five minutes and everything would've been fine."
"Seriously?" I shot her an incredulous look. "You're giving advice about patience?"
"Whatever," She shrugged and tossed my book aside. "Let's watch a movie."
"Just give me ten minutes," I requested. She groaned and rolled her eyes, impatient as always.
"Fine," She nodded. But a few minutes later I felt her fingers creeping up my leg slowly. Her hands crept slower and slower trying to reach up my body.
"Jade…," I warned again and she stopped, hastily sitting pulling away and sitting upright back where she started. Just as I got a good sentence in, she did it again.
"Hey so about Sikowitz' assignment…," She started, making me look up. "We're still being honest right? About us?" I nodded slowly, thinking it over. I knew she was talking about the scenes we were supposed to perform soon, and I had been meaning to ask her the same question.
"Yeah…of course," I agreed. We'd only talked about this once before when we agreed to do the project like it was supposed to be done; truthfully.
"Okay," She nodded then looked away. "Just…checking. I don't want us to do something we'll regret."
"We won't," I assured her. "I trust you." She nodded solemnly and I took the opportunity to try and finish my paper. I just needed a couple of solid sentences to end this thing.
It never happened though. Because while I was thinking, Jade had reached behind her to take the lotion off my nightstand. And when I looked up, she was spreading it slowly on her long legs, staring at me the whole time.
I didn't stand a chance.
"You're trying to distract me," I said. I was onto her.
"You've been working hard," She spoke in a sultry tone as she rubbed the lotion up higher to her thighs. "You should take a break."
I looked in her clear eyes and tried to think about Shakespeare but couldn't even remember the title of the damn book. She smirked at me and I was a goner, pushing my papers aside to crawl to her.
"Maybe just a quick break…"
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Tori's POV
It happened after we all got mad at Robbie for his stupid video blog on the Slap. He had already taken down the site, replacing it with that healthy cooking show that everyone really liked. In this show business based school, I wasn't surprised.
We were sitting in Sikowitz' class a few days later getting ready to recite our assigned poems; or paragraphs or whatever. Sikowitz had told us to write a short monologue about desperation. He said to think of a time in your life when you reached a low point, and write about it.
It didn't need to follow any poetic structure; it just had to be deep. I'd been having trouble with it because I couldn't remember any particular low point in my life. Cat and I had tried to help each other write them, but she had the same problem I did.
It was a good thing we both wanted to go into music, but because our acting skills needed some work. Sikowitz had explained the whole point of this exercise was to provide a base for us to perform emotional scenes. It made sense in theory, but in practice it was turning out to be somewhat awkward.
Sinjin had performed a short scene in which he almost cried about not getting some old president's teeth; weird! And Cat had done her version of a sad explanation of her feelings after her brother ran away with her dog; weirder!
Thankfully, I'd gotten mine over with first; ending up writing about how my father's job sometimes left me worried. It was true and I tried my best to convey my feelings, but even I thought it fell short. Especially when people like Andre, who was now performing his monologue about how he felt when his grandmother lost her mind, were doing such a great job.
"Beautiful, Andre!" Sikowitz called to him when he finished; the whole class applauding his performance. "Next up…Jade!" He yelled out when Andre was seated. No one knew what particular order he was going in, just assumed he had some kind of list in that crazy head of his.
Jade got up from her seat looking sullen like always. Cat sat up straighter in her seat behind me looking excited. I always wondered why Cat liked Jade so much; she seemed to be just as mean to her as she was to everyone else, well except Beck.
"Alright, Jade," Sikowitz said from the back of the room. "Dig deep." He and the whole class sat quietly, waiting for her to start while she paused and took a deep breath before speaking.
"It's like you're screaming," She started in a calm voice. "And no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed…that someone could be that important." I could feel the class tense up as we all began to assume this was about Beck.
"That without them," Her voice almost shook in the most incredible way. "You feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts," she spoke so assuredly as if none of us knew her pain. How was she so good at this?
"You feel hopeless, like nothing can save you," Her voice was almost at a whisper and I was drawn in to her plight. The vulnerability of it all was too much for me to handle.
"And when it's over, and it's gone," She looked up a bit, scanning the room and playing on our reactions. "You almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back…so that you could have the good."
She stopped talking but no one clapped, unsure that she was done and just plain stunned that she had been so open. It was weird for me to see her talking so much in the first place, but then to see her so exposed on the stage like that…I didn't know how to feel. And apparently no one else did either because none of us moved or even coughed until she raised an eyebrow at the crowd.
"Well done," Sikowitz said simply, starting the wave of applause. She nodded and kind of bowed her head before walking back to her seat. How could she go back to sitting with Beck's arm around her shoulders when she'd so clearly felt that abandoned by him at some point?
Sikowitz called up another girl to do her scene, one of the kids in class who only seemed to react, and I started thinking. Why did it seem like there was a whole other side to Jade that I didn't know at all. Was it possible she wasn't the heartless witch we made her out to be? No way.
I didn't pay attention at all to the girl doing her monologue, but kept glancing back at Beck and Jade. I'd watched enough Oprah with my mom to know when relationships weren't supposed to work; so much so that that was my first thought when I found out Beck and Jade were together.
I remember thinking that it wouldn't last long for them, having seen people with more compatibilities break up before them. It was odd to me that they were still making it work, now especially, with the new revelations of Jade's emotions during some rough patch in their relationship.
Maybe she was talking about their last break up, when Beck had refused to take her back. I tried to watch the performance going on, but was still thinking. I wonder what Beck thought about her little scene. Did he think she was exaggerating their love? Or did he agree and feel the same way?
"Interesting!" Sikowitz' booming voice made a path in my mind. "Very interesting…," He told the girl on stage, prompting her to sit down. The faint clapping died down in the room as it hushed down on its own. "Last for the day, Mr. Oliver please take the stage."
That same hushed tone somehow silenced itself as Beck made his way to the platform. They were just as eager as I was to see Beck's response to Jade's speech. Would his have anything to do with her? The project wasn't necessarily about love, but it seemed like a lot of peoples' lowest points had something to do with their love life.
Except mine, of course. Maybe I should've written about my last ex, Danny. No, that wouldn't have worked; I broke up with him and it wasn't the least bit dramatic. I didn't even feel that bad after, knowing things weren't working between us.
"I think," Beck's words brought me back. He didn't look nearly as morose as Jade had when she was up there, but he had a certain wonderous brooding about him. "I think when it's all over, it just comes back in flashes, you know?"
"It's like a kaleidoscope of memories; it just all comes back," He kept going and like before, the room was his for the taking. I found myself inclined, leaning in to hear more when he paused. "But she never does."
"I think part of me knew the second I saw her that this would happen. It's not really anything she said or anything she did," He explained to no one in particular. "It was the feeling that came along with it."
"And the crazy thing is, I don't know if I'm ever gonna feel that way again…but I don't know if I should," He really was a good actor, expressing optimism and reality all in his tone, but I still didn't quite understand his monologue yet. Obviously he was talking about Jade, right?
"I knew her world moved too fast and burned too bright…but I just thought," He stopped to look at us, making me feel like he was genuinely asking. "How can the devil be pulling you toward someone who looks so much like an angel when she smiles at you?"
"Maybe she knew that when she saw me," He spoke to himself, wondering out loud. "I guess I just lost my balance." He paused again, making the room fall in love with him all over again.
"I think that the worst part of it all wasn't losing her…it was losing me," This last pause synching his performance with a mix of weakness and strength. "I don't know if you know who you are until you lose who you are."
I felt myself exhale as the bell rang, signaling the end of class. We were all excused, but the whole class stayed where they were. It was fascinating seeing into someone's life like that. It left us all speechless.
"Spectacular, Beck," Sikowitz once again started the applause before addressing us all. "Class dismissed! Everyone remember to practice your robot voices!" The second the class realized we could leave, chairs and voices made noises loud enough to distract me from Beck.
"Ready for sushi?" Cat asked beside me, reminding me of our plans.
"Yeah," I said, walking towards the door with her. "Let's go," I spoke but looked back into the room slowly. Just as I turned, I saw Jade embrace Beck, hugging his torso until her hands almost touched her own elbows.
He reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and petting her hair affectionately. He leaned back and kissed her forehead gently as I turned back around to leave.
Something about the gesture was so strange to me; it was so innocent and sweet; unlike the many dirty things I'd seen them do.
I don't think I'll ever understand that relationship.
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