A/N: Hehe, so there's this awesome show with British speaking animals in it, and it's called '64 Zoo Lane' and it's got a MEXICAN JAGUAR.

A MEXICAN JAGUAR.

It's freaking amazing.


PROVE YOU WRONG.


Toss, turn.

Toss, turn.

Turn, toss.

Insomnia was a never ending cycle, was it not?

He turned this way; flipped back over. Tried this position, nope, too uncomfortable. Surprisingly, the sleeping pills he had taken had helped him null; and he was honestly getting sick of being tired.

His grandma was off at her late-night therapist appointment again, and he was just.. Ugh. Words couldn't even describe his state of mind right now. His brain was groggy and it seemed as if a haze so thick you could cut it with a knife had settled in his thoughts. He was tired and he couldn't concentrate on anything, as much as he wanted to. Although at the same time, he didn't even want to be asleep. And he didn't have to! It was, after all, Friday..

He hopped out of bed and paused to let his eyes adjust to the darkness, and his brain to clear up. He then began the long walk across his very rectangular room when, as if by fate, he heard a loud Ding-Dong.

Must be Grandma back from therapy. He thinks, getting on his way downstairs. He rushed to the door as it Ding-Donged again.

"Hold your chiz, I'm coming!" He said, making his way to the door with clean strides.

He opens the door and a flurry of black, white and ocean blue whizz past him. He looks around and sees none other but the last person he wanted to see making her way to the couch.

"Jade?"

She didn't respond, instead sat down and buried her face in her hands. He looked over at her questioningly, closing the door behind him and padded over to her. The boy looked at her curiously, unsure of weather or not he was allowed to touch her. When she scooted towards him with her face still buried in her own hands, he took the hint and wrapped an arm around her. He felt her body quivering and quaking and shivering and shaking and he couldn't help himself.

You're the girl with a real nice smile,

"Jade." Wow, had he really said that? He sounded so cold.. She flinched and he shook his head in denial. "That wasn't how it was supposed to come out. Jade, look at me." He tipped her head up and saw that her eyes were stained with tears, but they had a.. a sort of beautiful disaster look to them. She was a beautiful disaster.

But a broken heart inside.

She made a squeaking sound and he bit his lip, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear tentatively, afraid she'd punch him or something. She stared into his eyes quietly, every so often her gaze flicked away to something more interesting and less.. awkward.

Gave it to a boy,

"I.. I broke up with him.." She said finally. He wasn't surprised, why else would she be here, in tears, at his house?

"He cheated on me!"

Gave it to a boy, and I think he lost his mind.

She began to cry again, and he wrapped her in his arms. She stiffened at the contact and he wondered weather that had been the right thing to do or not before her whole frame just went limp in his grasp. He wondered how Beck, his right-hand man and best friend since 4th grade, would ever cheat on his girlfriend, and not tell him about it. The next thing that Jade said shocked him.

"With Tori!" Wow.. Wow. His two best friends were cheating on Jade? Well, they weren't his best friends any longer, he knew that for sure. He knew that she was seriously devastated, because she hadn't called her 'Vega'. He rubbed her back as comfortingly as he could.

She turned and laced her arms around his neck and hugged him as tightly as she could, sobbing into his dreadlocks.

Are you giving up and done, are you through with all this?

"I'm never.." She coughed violently. "I'm never going to love a guy again! Never!" Her sobs got turbulent, and he found her clinging to him.

Are you tired of the pain?

"Shh.. sh.." He gently removed the dark girl from himself and carefully laid down on the couch so that she was laying on top of him. She had a weak questioning in her eyes and he ignored it. Instead, he put her head on his chest and breathed evenly, humming a quiet tune into her ears. After a while, the crying stopped, and he leaned up a little bit to look at her.

Torn to pieces.

She looked fast asleep. So carefully and slowly, he pulled out from under her and picked her up bridal style, marching up the stairs to his room. He laid her on the bed and pulled his astronaut duvet over her.

Quietly he went over to the closet and pulled out a spare pillow. It didn't have a case on it, but oh well. He put it on the ground by Jade's side of the bed and rested his head on it.

Somehow, André didn't have a problem sleeping that night.

. . .

His eyes snapped open in the morning to a dreadful noise coming from the kitchen.

"André! André! There's a kidnapper! Go away! Go away!"

He sat upright and ran downstairs to see his grandma hitting Jade with a broom near the front door. The sight would have made him laugh, if Jade hadn't actually been screaming with pain.

"Ow! Ms. Harris! Ow! Jeez, sto- Ow!"

André bolted over and restrained his grandma, gently petting her head and murmuring in her ear, "It' okay, grandma. It's okay. She's just a friend. Go back to the kitchen." So she did, mumbling something about him being friends with crazies. Truth be told, she wasn't far off.

"Jade, listen." He began, trying to be as calm as he could before his emotions went awry, as they usually did.

"André, none of this ever happened." Jade said, and André could practically feel the pain that was emanating from the girl. As Jade opened the front door, André grabbed her elbow and without even knowing what he was doing, he spun her around and looked into her seafoam eyes.

He could see fear in them.

"Don't be scared," He whispered. "I.. I wouldn't.." What was he saying?! He did not still have a crush on Jade West. He didn't!

"I'd never hurt you." He said with finality, then pulled his hands over his mouth to shut himself up anymore. Jade's sharp gaze had softened, and she tilted her head.

"At least let me try." André begged, pulling his hands away from his mouth. He saw a smirk playing on her lips. She thought his emotional humiliation was funny? He didn't realise it, but his gaze had gone from desperate to glaring daggers at her and she actually looked taken aback.

Can you let me try?

"André Harris, Tori told me you'd gotten over your little crush on me." Jade giggled- She actually giggled. It was a welcome sound, and as foreign as it was, André liked it. A lot. He shrugged and grabbed her arms, spinning her like a marionette dancer and whispering into her ear as seductively as he could manage,

"So, will you let me try?" He felt her nod.

Show you how it feels like, what it feels like.

"I don't really 'like' you that way, though." Jade says, and he can feel her head tilt. "But I bet I'd end up liking you more than I like Beck. But you've gotta commit, Harris!" She says with her usual Jade snide.

To be hugged, to be kissed, yes, I can be that part of you.

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her neck.

"I'll try my best."


A/N: O lawdy, I hate happy endings. -_-

This is baby fluff. I hate baby fluff.