Okay. Hi. So, I know Robbie's was supposed to be chapter 6, but I wrote this a while ago at school, and then accidentally referenced it in Robbie's (you'll see). So Robbie is next. But to consulate, this is a double upload! Yay! Be happy!


=[JADE]=
but I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

I hate being alone.

Well, I love being alone. But…I hate being alone.

Let me clarify this: I like solitude, whenI want it(especially from my mother). But I hate knowing there's no one I can go to when I don't want to be alone. Knowing that I can't run to him.

I miss him, a lot. More than I'd ever care to admit. I suppose I could go hang out with Cat, or Vega, but it wouldn't be the same. No one would ever measure up to the only person I've ever loved in my entire life.

The day I met him, I never would have thought so. I hated him, thought he was just a pain in my ass and would go away if I shot him down enough times. Oh, how wrong I'd been about him.

I had been thirteen. My parents were going through a divorce, and that was my major rebel phase. One day I had been cutting class, hiding and immersed in the play I was writing, when the new Canadian boy came up to me. I'd seen him around, and he'd been lurking nearby the ice cream stand when I'd been forced to take my younger brothers, Josh and Jared, out because my parents were fighting too much. Thank God baby Jenna was sleeping or I would've had to take her too.

"What'cha doing?" he asked.

"Go away," I snapped without looking up. Instead, he sat down next to me and I skirted away.

"I'm Beck," he continued. "And you're Jade, right?"

I wrote a few more words.

"Is that a play?" he asked, and my nerves snapped. I whipped my head around.

"Look, I don't know what your problem is, but I don't want to talk to you and I really wish you'd get outta my face before I beat you into a pulp!" I was just bluffing, of course; I didn't like to beat people up. But he didn't have to know that.

I have to say, he stood his ground. He did get up, but he walked around and didn't leave. Eventually he sat back down next to me. I sighed. "What do you want?"

"I want to get to know you," he said. That one threw me for a loop. No one had ever said something like that to me before, the only person who would talk to me was Cat.

I almost laughed from the shock. "Why?"

"You seem interesting," was his reply. In a first-ever moment of trust, I let him read my play. He loved it.

Six months later, on my fourteenth birthday, we started dating.

How could he just throw all of that away? All the memories, the quiet nights together in his RV, the secrets no one else knew?

And in that moment, I knew. I had to get him back, some way, somehow.

XXX

Vega has never really mattered to me much. Before today I guess. She'd whispered in my ear, "I saw you crying that today," and simply walked away. I was flustered and I felt conflicted. Vega had seen me in a state where my walls were broken down and my mascara was under my eyes and on my cheeks. If she said anything I'd no longer be the Jade West everyone was afraid of. Worse though, Beck would know I missed him.

So I grab Cat by the wrist and tell her she's coming with me. "Okay!" she chirps, and I make my way to the doors where we enter the elite Hollywood Arts High School. Vega's standing there, looking stressed, but manages.

"Follow me."

We enter a vacant classroom and she explains her situation. She kissed the dreadlocked boy when rehearsing—or, he kissed her, rather—and she doesn't know what to do. I fight several smirks as she tells her story because even though I can't stand her and hate her…well, sometimes, I know that André's perfect for her. I also happen to know that he loves her. He mentioned it to Beck while they were eating tacos and alright, maybe I might have been sort of eavesdropping.

Cat giggles and claps her hands and I swear I hear footsteps approaching us, but I stay quiet. Then I notice a slip of paper. It was ugly and imperfect. But across the front, in Beck's handwriting, my name was scrawled. I pick it up and my eyes fly over the words. The perfect letters start to become a blur as a single tear falls onto the paper.


Everything before the XXX is what I had written before, under them is Lady's. Robbie next!

Oh, Jade's family is named for a reason. If you noticed, their names all start with J; this is the case of my best friend's family too. Josh, Jared, and Jenna, and she was supposed to be Jade, but she's Hannah. So yeah.

And now for some shameless self-promotion: I have a new iCarly story up, it's called Gotta Make It Work (it needs a new title). Go check it out! :D