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After scouring the mall of gifts for another sufficiently arduous two hours, I had narrowed it down to the options of a new pair of combat boots, or a DVD set of Full House, the series, complete with a decorative house cover. So entirely lame.

Cat had decided on a selection of male makeup to give to Robbie. I'd told her to reconsider, and search for an alternative option, a gift less...repulsing, but she insisted on this present. Apparently, she didn't care to hear the opinion of a sane person.

Why I accommodated to her suggestion of searching for other gifts before I made any permanent decisions, I sure as hell do not know. Because here it is, the eve of Christmas eve, and I'm scrounging through one of the many malls that stood in the city of Los Angeles, dodging desperate mall rats left and right. Jesus, help me.

I'd caught up with Cat and Andre after giving up on my latest conquest- finding Beck a watch. It seemed appropriate. All fathers wore watches, didn't they? Atticus Finch would wear a watch. But perhaps Beck wouldn't be the 'Atticus Finch' type of father, the way I'd assumed all traditional fathers behaved, or should have, as a child. And considering almost everyone, even the common eight year old, owned cell phones these days, I concluded it was a stupid idea.

I discovered Cat and Andre standing within a heap of people, muttering various "excuse me"s, and shielded themselves from wild elbows and wandering hands, as they emerged from PacSun. I rolled my eyes, and extended my shopping bag-less hands forward to tug my friends from the plethora of people.

"Thanks," Andre smiled, catching his breath.

"Did you find something?!" Cat practically wailed, clapping her hands together enthusiastically.

"Yes, Cat, hence my abundance of shopping bags," I answered, sarcasm dripping from my tongue, as I displayed my bare hands to her.

Cat giggled for an unknown reason. I ignored her, and hovered a protective hand over my stomach, as we braced the ever growing crowds. Andre and Cat strode forward, struggling to keep my pace. Even at four months pregnant, I remained faster than them. Pitiful.

I needed to sit down. I was never enthusiastic over crowds. Well, I was scarcely too enthusiastic over much of anything, with the exception of coffee. But this abundance of people was stressing me out. I traveled to a nearby empty table, just outside of the over capacitated food court, well aware of the two following close behind. I let out an exasperated sigh as I plopped into the chair and laid my head against the table that displayed some type of sticky residue. Ew. I swatted at my hair, to protect it from the stickiness, as Cat and Andre took the seats across from me.

Andre attempted to optimistic. But truly, it was just irritating.

"Don't worry, Jade. Beck'll love anything you get him."

Untrue. He'd extensively griped to Vega after I'd given him a can of lemonade for his birthday. Sure, it wasn't the best gift. But. He. Fucking. Liked. Lemonade. I groaned this time, rising from my position to face my friends.

I gazed at Andre and an idea sparked in my head. "What did Beck get me?" I asked, a bit of excitement returning to my voice.

"I don't know. We haven't had too much time to hang, as of late. He been a little busy." Andre returned, and although he kept up his cool-guy composure, I noticed the sadness lingering in his eyes, and instantly felt a pang of guilt for stealing his best friend from him so often.

But I scowled, nonetheless, unsure that I even believed him. After attempting to hassle the answer I desired out of him for several more minutes, I let out a defeated sigh, and realized he was. After all, I couldn't imagine Andre lying to me. He'd always shown me undeserved kindness. I never truly understood why, if it were fear, or perhaps, friendship, but I accepted it, always content to receive what I wanted.

Allowing my head to fall back down on the table, admitting a THUD as my skull fell. I let out a groan. This is hopeless. I deserved to wallow in stickiness. We sat there for a bit, bystanders eyeing me, and Cat rambling something or another about her brother. I'd learned to tune her out after anything that followed "One time my brother..."

"Wait!" Andre exclaimed, throughly animated. "I got an idea!"

My head instantly shot up. "What?!"

He smiled, "Patience, sugar, patience." I narrowed my eyes at him, and he began to explain. Quickly. "Beck loves Christmas, right? His family and him aren't exactly the closest. But Christmas has always been that time that everybody puts their bullshit aside, and they can be happy. This Christmas, I don't really see that happening."

"Is this an idea or a guilt trip?" I interrupted.

He ignored me, and carried on. "What's the next best thing to family?" His statement tugged at the corners of his full lips.

"Candy!" Cat exclaimed, whipping a piece out from the confines of her bra. "No! Wait! Giraffes! No. Special cheese?!"

"CAT!" I cut her off, in a venomous tone. She frowned, admitting a small squeal and began to munch on her candy.

I took a deep, steadying breath, before directing my attention back to Andre.

"What are you getting at. That we all have some big Christmas shin-dig with the Harris's?" I asked, somewhat hating myself for using the word 'shin-dig'.

He laughed. "Mm, no. I don't think y'all are quite ready for that."

Cat suddenly perked up. "We can go to my house! My brother's gong to make his special Christmas meat!" To which Andre and I both exclaimed a simultaneous "No!"

"I say we have a friends' surprise Christmas. At the RV." Andre explained.

I considered it, for a moment. If this were any other occurrence the answer would be an immediate no. But I pondered how much Beck had given up for me, how much I knew he adored Christmas, and decided perhaps I could endure this for one day, for him.

"Okay," I nodded, in agreeance to the plan and a look of success swept over Andre's features.

"But no Vega." I deadpanned, and he frowned.

I wasn't about to explain the events of the night Beck and I had broken up, that they probably fucked, that I would most likely kill her. Partly because Andre wanted Tori. How the hell would he feel that his best friend probably fucked her? And partly because the probably still lingered in my mind. I desperately didn't want to know the truth. For now, at least, ignorance was blissful.

"My stress levels were high, at my last doctor's visit. I'm trying to keep them down. Vega stresses me out, alas, no Vega." I explained, not technically lying. All was true. It simply wasn't the full extent of the reason.

But regardless, Andre nodded, and a smirk appeared on his face. "Sure you gonna be okay with Robbie?"

I wasn't sure, actually. But I glanced at Cat, who looked at me with large eyes and I nodded.

"Yeah, I'll be okay with Robbie. No promises on the well-being of Rex, though."

I'd sent Beck to run some errands for me the following night, so that Andre could come over and prep the RV of decorations with me. Several hours later, we'd strung Christmas lights along the walls and ceiling, assembled some sort of Christmas tree, and hung makeshift ornaments, that mostly consisted of photos of the gang, some of my old scissors, and anything capable of being hung that I found around the RV. The finishing touch, being the array of fake snow centered on the ground of the RV. Cheesy, but Beck was from Canada. He loved the snow to bits. And Los Angeles hardly ever did. So fake snow, it is.

Once the area had been staged for a party, I retreated to the bathroom to get ready. I threw on an over sized black sweater, leggings, (also in black), and my red combat boots. A tinge of Christmas spirit never hurt anyone.

But I realized that statement was far from true once I opened the door to the RV, allowing Cat Valentine in, only minutes later. She was clad in a red and green babydoll dress, with red stockings, and a rein deer antler headband. A fucking reindeer antler headband.

I gawked at her, startled by her appearance as she bounced in, decorative Christmas sugar cookies in hand. Andre smiled at her, and gave her a small hug. "Lookin' mighty Christmas-y, Lil Red."

"Thanks!" She giggled, smoothing out her hair as she handed off the tray of cookies to him. "You too!" She returned, noting his green sweater. She then frowned at me. "Jadey. Where's your Christmas spirit?"

I motioned downward to my boots, muttering a "Duh." Then the over-enthusiastic redhead skipped over to embrace me. I allowed her a quick hug, before pushing her off.

I glanced around. "Where's Robbie?" Assuming he would have accompanied Cat.

"Right here-io!" He called, in a sing-song, irritating voice, as he made his way up the steps to the RV.

I sneered at the puppet in his hands. "Oh look, Robbie brought firewood."

"Oh, I got some wood for you, alright." returned Rex, and Andre had to confine me in his arms, as I lunged at him.

Suddenly, I detected headlights in my peripheral vision. I froze. "He's home!" I whisper yelled and proceeded to order them to hide. Cat and Robbie dashed to the small kitchenette, hiding behind a cabinet, whereas Andre quickly made his way to the bathroom. I gently shut the door and flipped the light switch downward, and before I ran to duck behind the bed. Beck's combat boots thud against the several stairs sounded loudly throughout the RV, as an indication he was approaching.

The door creaked open, and I watched as Beck peered in, grocery bags in hand, taken aback by the darkness. "Jade?" He called, flipping on the lights, bringing to life the Christmas scene before him. "Surprise!" We simultaneously shouted, jumping up from our hiding places, well with the exception of Cat who hopped out a second later, shrieking a "Surprise, Beck, Surpri-i-i-se!"

A smile spread across his face, along with a crease between his eyebrow, as he greeted everyone with an embrace. Andre, first, then Cat and Robbie. And lastly, me. "What is this?" Beck asked, grinning, as he pulled away from our hug.

"It's a Christmas party." I answered, flashing a short smile. He gazed around at the RV, suddenly breathless, and bit the side of his cheek. "You did all this?" He whispered.

I nodded. "Andre helped a lot."

Andre hopped in them, wrapping an arm around me. "Nah, she did most of it."

It's times like these when I realize I truly love Andre. He's not only Beck's friend. He's mine, too.

The night carried on, with several Christmas games that Cat had arranged, ones that made absolutely no sense, like "Pin the Tail on the Elf," or some version of Operation that included Santa Clause. We ate Cat's Christmas cookies, which, admittedly, were delicious. And I didn't even kill Rex. Somewhat of a success, if you ask me.

Beck didn't question why Tori wasn't there, much to my appeasement. We'd started watching Elf, to finish off the night, before opening presents as our finale. Cat, Robbie, and Andre huddled together on the couch, which Beck and I sat on the bed, each one of our eyes glued to the minuscule television set.

Typically, I'd always found Christmas movies nauseating. Far too much happiness and singing. Ick. But this one had always withheld a special place in my heart. Beck loved it. It was his favorite of Christmas movies, and he had always insisted we watched it after a lengthy Christmas dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Oliver. But our exhaustion had constantly gotten the better of us during the annual showing of the film, and we'd end up falling asleep in each other's embrace at some point.

We were half-way through the film, when I felt Beck's eyes lingering on me from my peripheral vision. Suddenly, fingers crept into my hand, and I gazed over at him. "Thank you for doing this," He whispered, planting a kiss exposed skin where my neck and shoulder meet. I felt myself shiver, and nostalgia surge through me. It'd been some time since I'd felt his lips on my skin. But they felt familiar. I remained to ache for them.

My breath hitch, and I retracted an unsteady one, before replying, and allowing my hand intertwine into his. "I just hope you had a good time,"

He leaned in, and smiled brightly at me. "I did."

Before I was aware of my actions, I noticed I was leaning in, as well, my face only inches from his. I seeked the familiarity of his lips on mine.

My lids had already closed, expecting to taste Beck, when Cat suddenly screeched home. "Oh God! It's late! I have to be home in 20 minutes!"

Beck and I shot back, away from each other, startled.

"No worries, 'Lil Red." Andre said, coolly, pausing the movie. "We'll just do presents now." I attempted to catch my breath, but to no such avail.

Resentfully, I rolled from the bed and mozied over to the Christmas tree. Robbie was the first to assemble a wrapped gift, handing it to Cat, not to anyone's surprise. Her brown eyes lit up, as she unwrapped a Director's Cut version of her favorite movie, Titanic. She squealed and tackle-hugged Robbie from the crouching position to the floor of the RV.

"Thank you!" She exclaimed, and planted a kiss on his cheek. Robbie blushed a shade similar to Cat's hair color and a wide grin spread across his face, as he breathed, "You're welcome." I rolled my eyes in annoyance. She presented him with his gift of male makeup. Beck and Andre awkwardly looked away, as Robbie exclaimed several "thank you"'s to Cat, and raved over the fact that he'd never been able to find that color of blush before. I stifled a cruel comment. Tis the season, and all.

After recovering from her general excitement, Cat propped herself up, and handed me a box wrapped in pink paper. I cringed at the color, and handed her mine, wrapped in a deep purple colored paper. I fumbled with the papers for a second, before tearing into it with my nail. It was heavy. I brought the package and myself down to the floor, before revealing a packaged Keurig, coffee maker.

"I thought, with the baby, it would be hard to have time to make a whole pot of coffee," She explained, biting her lip, nervously. "I thought it would make things easier. For both of you." She paused for a moment, and looked at me skeptically. "Do you like it?"

I smiled. "Cat, I love it. This is great." I told her truthfully, rising to reward her with a hug.

A huge smile spread across her face, and she dug into my package. I'd gotten her several pink cases for her PearPhone, one with a cupcake on it, and another displaying a cartoon cat. She squealed in delight. "Thank you, Jadey!"

As she snapped on the phone case displaying the cat, she gasped, at the time. "Oh no! I really have to go."

Robbie quickly obliged to take her home. She gave away one last round of hugs before dashing out the door.

"And then there were three," Beck smirked, and I took the opportunity to present him with my gift, having settled on the Full House box set. He unwrapped it, and flashed me a large smile. "God, how'd you know?" He asked in mock surprise, with a laugh, before becoming serious again. "Thank you, Jade." And I grinned back.

Beck disappeared then to retrieve Andre and I's gifts. He reappeared a moment later, handing Andre a medium-sized box, and me a smaller one, both wrapped in blue wrapping paper. Andre began opening his first. It was a red scarf, and as he snaked it out of the box, and glanced it over, an envelope flew out. Andre picked it up from the floor, and peered at it curiously. Beck smiled and nodded at him to open it. He complied, and read aloud that they were two tickets to a Vancouver music festival.

"End of senior year. You and me, man." Beck explained.

Andre smiled, and admired the tickets. "Really?"

Beck nodded, smirking a bit. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Forever the smug bastard. "Really." He confirmed.

"Thanks, man. Really. We're gonna have a lot of fun."

And suddenly, I found myself thinking of the end of senior year. Our baby would be born. We'd be graduating. Suddenly, all of these milestone events would be filing all together, and were coming up. Very soon. My breath hitched. It was so surreal to think about.

Beck's voice brought me out of my daze. "Jade, now you open yours."

I did. And was suddenly brought into a whole new sort of daze. Before my eyes danged a necklace, with an emerald looking stone diamond. I exhaled, admiring it.

"It's a Jade stone." Beck explained, and then traveled to me. He took the necklace from my hands and pulled my hair all to one side, before latching the hook of the necklace around my neck. I fingered the jewel, and smiled.

"Thank you, Beck. Oh my God. It's beautiful." I breathed.

And he smiled at me. "Of course. A beautiful necklace for a beautiful girl."

We stared at each other for a moment. I honesly couldn't believe he did this for me. It was so beautiful. He was so beautiful.

From the corner of my eye, I witnessed Andre shifting uncomfortably. He cleared his throat. "Well," He announced, and Beck and I broke our trance, and allowed our gazes to shift to him. "I think I'm-a head out." With that, he grabbed his coat, told Beck, "Merry Christmas" and made his way to the door.

"Wait," I called, grabbing a remaining present from underneath the tree. "I'll walk you out." I smiled.

Beck and Andre both appeared surprised, but neither commented on it. I ignored them. Once Andre and I were outside, I slipped him the box. "Merry Christmas," I stated, lamely.

He accepted it, and began to unwrap the packaging. "I knew those damn Sling-Shot-Kids broke your old one. And that you and Robbie obviously didn't win that contest."

Andre gawked at me. "You got me a PearPad?!" I gave him a short nod. He abruptly pulled me into a hug.

"But I didn't get you anything."

"Yes, you did." I told him. "I haven't seen Beck look this happy in so long."

It occurred to me then that I was trying harder to be a good girlfriend than when I had actually been his girlfriend.I don't know what had possessed me, why I had longed for Beck to have a nice Christmas, why I wished to be kind to him, to see him happy. I'd witnessed the stress wearing on him. I think, subconsciously, I knew I was ruining his life, although I'd never admit it.

We pulled away, and I took a deep, shakily, breath. The brisk air erupted a plethora of goosebumps on the small amounts of bare skin I displayed. I rubbed my hands against my arms, seeking heat. "Thank you." I said, one last time, before I turned my back on him to retreat into the warmth of the RV.

Beck and I resumed Elf, and curled up into the twin-sized bed. And when his hand groggily searched for me in the middle of the night, I didn't swat them away, or roll out of his grasp. Although we were supposed to take things slow, and keep everything uncomplicated, and although his touch magnified the baby's movements, and he or she began to kick an uncomfortable amount, I allowed his hands on me. Because I couldn't find myself caring about any of these obstacles. Instead, I just drifted to sleep, to the background noise of Elf, and the ever so beating of Beck's heart, pressed against my back.

Sorry it took so long to update. Lil bit of Cabbie fluff, some Jandre goin on, and lots of Bade fluff, so I hope you guys liked it even though nothing consequential truly happened in this chapter.

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