Hello readers! I guess in the process of writing this chapter, I decided that enough was enough. 13 chapters of Beck and Jade being platonic is enough time, right? So without further ago, I present you this chapter. xD

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"You've been quieter than usual." André pointed out, turning to his friend. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me."

"Jade, you can't lie to me."

"Sorry. I've just been thinking about a lot of stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Stressful stuff."

"Spill it."

"Beck wants me back." Jade blurted out.

"Relationship wise?"

Jade nodded, "Yes."

"Are we happy or are we sad?" André asked, not really knowing how to respond.

"I'm confused. I'm in a relationship, and out of nowhere, Beck decides that he wants to try again." Jade ran her hands through her hair. "Who does stuff like that?"

"Guys are stupid. We do stupid things. Trust me."

"He got into an argument with Wyatt, and now Wyatt is mad at me."

"Why is he mad at you?"

"He says I'm not setting boundaries with Beck and that we have an inappropriate relationship, and he won't stand for it. We have been arguing about it nonstop for the past couple of days."

"Oh."

"Do you agree with him?" Jade asked.

"Yeah."

"André!"

André shrugged, "What? I agree with him. You and Beck sometimes defy logic."

"How?"

"Two "normal" people," André put air quotations around the word normal, "who are raising a child together and are not dating, do not hang out and get drink together. They do not go out without their child."

"We're friends, or we were at least."

"The lines for you two are warped and blurred, Jade, and I don't even think you see it."

"Nothing is warped or blurred." Jade argued.

André looked at Jade knowingly, "I rest my case. You just proved my point Jade. You don't see anything wrong with the relationship."

Jade huffed in annoyance. Okay maybe André did have a point. She and Beck had gotten extremely...comfortable recently. And maybe from the outside looking in, she and Beck might have looked something like a couple. God, she hated when other people were right.

"What do you suppose I do?"

"That depends."

"I mean, Wyatt would love it if I cut Beck out of my life completely but I can't do that."

"Do you want to do that?"

"No. Bianca needs Beck."

"I didn't ask about cutting him out of Bianca's life. Do you want him out of your life?"

"It's the same thing."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is." André sighed at Jade's stubbornness. "You and Beck don't have to weave this dysfunctionally, tangled web through each other's lives for him to have a relationship with his daughter."

"Are you saying no more friendship for Beck and I?"

"I'm saying you don't have to do that. You just don't need to be so comfortable around him."

"I think I need to stay as far away from Beck as possible, without jeopardizing his relationship with Bianca, because I can't be around him. He has made his feelings for me clear." Jade wished everything could be that simple. Keep Beck at an arm's length. Her chest tightened just thinking about it. "Why couldn't he do this a year and a half ago? Why did he decide to wait?"

"Sometimes it takes people a while know what they want."

"Well, you know what they say." Jade pushed her hair out of her face, and tucked a strand behind her ear. "Time waits for no man."

There was a cry heard over the baby monitor and Jade quickly reached for it. She stood, "I need to go check on my baby. I'll be back."

André sighed. Once again, his friends were in some sort of mess. He didn't really know how this would work out, but Wyatt was being foolish for giving Jade an ultimatum. Jade West didn't do what anyone wanted her to.

"Sweetheart, you look troubled." Pam noted, looking at her son. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing ma." Beck replied.

"I'm your mother. I know you're lying to me."

"I'm just trying to sort through some things." Beck answered.

Pam grabbed a few lemons out of a fruit bowl sitting on the kitchen counter and put them on a chopping board. "Work stuff?"

"I wish."

"Ooh, that sounds bad. Is my granddaughter okay?"

"Bianca is perfect, as usual."

"Then I don't know what you'd have problems with."

"It's...relationship stuff. I think."

"Are you are Tori talking to each other again?" Pam asked, slicing one of the lemons in half.

"Nope."

"Oh, so there's a new girl in the picture?"

"Not exactly."

"Honey, what does that mean?"

"It's Jade."

Pam got so surprised, she accidentally squeezed a lemon wedge into her face. "Ah!"

"Mom!" Beck quickly got off of the bar stool he was sitting on and rushed to his mother.

"Get me a wet paper towel or something."

Beck grabbed a few paper towels off the counter and turned on the sink faucet. He ran the paper towel under the water for a few seconds before turning the faucet off and wringing it. He handed it to his mom. "Here you go."

"Thank you. You need to stop dropping bombs on me while I'm in this kitchen, Beck."

"Sorry."

Pam moved away from the kitchen counter, "You and Jade are together again?"

"No."

"Then what's going on?"

"I would like for Jade and I to be together again." Beck admitted.

"Really?"

"Yes." Pam sighed. "I know you have an opinion, so let's hear it."

"You know how I feel about Jade or felt about her."

"Felt?"

"You say that Jade has changed and I believe you. She gave me my gorgeous little grandbaby. When she dropped Bianca off the other day, she didn't have that same negative, sadistic, off putting attitude."

"Yeah, she's grown up. And she has a new guy in her love so..." Beck shrugged.

"Oh. Bad timing."

"And I told her how I felt, and she wants nothing to do with me."

Pam frowned, "Oh baby, I'm sorry." She wrapped her arms around Beck.

"Not your fault."

"But if it's meant to be, it will be. If she's for you, you two will find your way to each other. I promise."

Beck didn't say anything. He just wrapped his arms around his mom.

Jade shuffled around her condo, picking up the toys scattered around the living room floor. She didn't know an eight month old could be so messy.

Her phone let out a shrill ring and it disrupted the peace. She dropped the toys and turned towards the phone. Jade turned to the sound and grabbed her phone. Wyatt's name popped up.

In all honesty, the last thing she wanted to do was talk to him. She had too much shit in her mind to sort through.

"Hi Wyatt." Jade greeted after answering the phone.

"Hey."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm packing."

"Packing? Where are you going?"

"Back to London. I'm going to be out there for about a month. What about you?"

"Trying to clean. I just dropped Bianca off."

"With her dad?"

"With her grandma." Jade corrected.

"Oh. Have you talked to Beck?"

"I haven't."

"Good."

Jade rolled her eyes. Wyatt was being a bit overwhelming with this whole Beck thing. Almost every single day, he would harp on the subject of Beck and it was getting exhausting.

"Wyatt-"

"Have you thought more about what we were talking about?"

"How could I not think about it?" Besides Bianca, Beck was constantly on her mind.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. And let me tell you this, Wyatt. You constantly pestering me isn't going to speed anything up."

"I just don't like the guy, Jade. And I don't like that he has feelings for you, whether he wants to admit it or not."

What Wyatt didn't know was that Beck did admit them. "I'm a big girl."

"Why don't you and Bianca come to London with me."

Jade laughed, "You can't be serious. You want me to run away with you and take my baby daughter to another country? On another continent."

"Yeah."

"No." Jade shook her head. "Beck would never go for that. I'm not going for that."

"You care a lot about Beck's feelings."

"This is our daughter we're talking about. What if he calls the police and says I kidnapped her? And besides, she doesn't even have a passport."

"We can get her one."

"You are moving so fast. I'm not going to London with you. My daughter isn't going to London with you. You want me away from Beck, but it's not that simple."

"It is that simple, Jade." Wyatt argued.

"It's not. Wyatt, what you don't seem to grasp the fact that Beck isn't just some random ex-boyfriend. He is the father of my child and he is too big a part of my past and my present and my future to just cut everything off with him. I can't do that."

"Jade, a part of me thinks that you don't want to do that."

"And if I don't?" Jade challenged. She needed to know if Wyatt would be able to be a big boy and co-exist with Beck if he was in this for the long haul. "Don't make me choose between you and Beck, because I don't think you'd like the choice."

"I'll call you later."

"Don't bother."

"What does that mean?"

"Exactly what I said. Don't bother." Jade repeated. "You have become this controlling, overbearing, suffocating man and I am not looking for that, Wyatt."

"Fine Jade. I don't want to be on this roller coaster ride with you and Beck. Figure your shit out-"

"I can't figure my shit out without you breathing down my neck!" This wasn't normal. This wasn't fun. They are way too new in this relationship to be arguing like this. Jade was supposed to want her boyfriend, not tolerate him. And he wasn't supposed to be testing her patience like this. "I thought you were different. I thought you were easy going and nice to be around, but everyone's true colors come out eventually, right?"

"Bye Jade."

And with that, the conversation was over. And she didn't know if it would be their last. But at that moment, she didn't care.

It took her a moment to realize. She sat down on the couch in silence after angrily slamming her phone down. Did she really just do that? Did they break up?

Jade almost picked up her phone and dialed Wyatt's number. A part of her wanted to just apologize and ask him to move on. But she didn't.

Jade stood up and walked into her kitchen. There was a pot of coffee sitting on the counter. Coffee was great. And dependable. Unlike the rest of the mess her life was in.

She grabbed a mug and poured some coffee into it. She took a sip. "Mmm, I love you coffee. You never fail me. Or profess your love for me. Or try to control me. You're just amazing."

She wandered around the kitchen aimlessly. There were pots and pans that she had to put up, baby bottles that she had to wash, and alcohol that she had to give away. She did not want to drink anymore. At least, nothing that wasn't wine.

Jade picked up the bottle of Don Julio tequila that André got her as a housewarming gift and smiled. They got really drunk off of it on her 21st birthday and it had been their favorite ever since. But tequila made Jade do stupid things. Like get drunk and have a one night stand with her ex, or get drunk and fall asleep half naked in said ex's house. Just as Jade was about to put the bottle down, a memory suddenly popped into her head."

"I love tequila!" Jade professed, raising her shot glass high in the air.

"Don't you love tequila?"

"I like tequila." Beck nodded."Why don't you have some?"

"I don't want to." Beck lowered Jade's hand. "Why don't you stop. You've have enough tequila."

"You know what?"

"What?"

"You are right!" Jade laughed. "I've had enough." She saw a waitress and waved her hand in the air, trying to get her attention. "Excuse me! Waitress!"

"Jade, lower your voice!" Beck hissed.The waitress turned around and walked over to their table.

"Yes."

Jade pointed to Beck, "He says no more tequila, so do you have vodka?"

The waitress nodded, "Yes we do."

"Do you have Ciroc?"

"Yes."

"Great, give me a shot of that please."

Beck shook his head, "Don't give her anything."

"Don't listen to him. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself. I'll take a shot of vodka please."

Jade shook her head. She felt embarrassed. Getting drunk in public was tacky in her opinion.

Jade turned around, "Beck lets go dancing! Dancing is fun."

"Let's dance some other time. I'm going to take you home."

"No let's dance now." Jade argued.

Beck ran over to Jade and was able to stop her before she entered the club. He put his arm around her waist and led her to his car. "I shouldn't have let you drink that much."

Jade scoffed, "Yeah. Let me. I don't need your permission."

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"What are you doing?"

"It's so hot in here. Aren't you hot?"

"No. And you should keep your clothes on."

Jade unzipped her pants and wiggled out of them. "You have seen me in less than this more times than I can count, so leave me alone." She pulled back the duvet on Beck's bed and she got in.

"Jade this is my bed."

"It's so comfortable, right? You should thank me because I redecorated this place. I got you a new mattress, new pillows, a new duvet, these soft sheets. You're welcome."

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Jade snapped out of her thoughts. She opened her eyes and forcefully pushed Beck away from her. "Don't touch me."

Beck gave Jade a confused look. A few seconds ago, he was dealing with a somewhat calm, happy drunk Jade, now he's in the presence of pissed drunk Jade. Where drunk people prone to random mood swings? "What's wrong?"

"I don't want you to touch me."

"Okay, I won't touch you."

"I'm serious."Beck held his hands up in surrender, "I won't."

"I hate you sometimes." Jade blurted out.

As soon as the memories came, they were quickly ripped from her mind. The last one threw Jade for a loop. That memory was seemed heavier than the previous ones. It piqued Jade's interest in a way that the other ones did not. Where did it come from? What was the follow up to her revelation? She needed to talk to Beck.

The ride to Beck's house seemed like a blur. Jade got there fast. She quickly got out of her car and rushed to the front door. Her nerves were too frazzled and she couldn't even go through her purse to find the spare key Beck had given her. She forcefully rang the doorbell, ringing it so many times, she thought her finger was going to fall off.

Beck swung the door open and Jade could tell by the look on his face that he was very annoyed. "Who the hell is-oh. It's just you, ringing my doorbell like a maniac."

"I need to talk to you."

"Bianca isn't here."

"I know. She and my mother are having a slumber party."

"You said you didn't want to talk to me unless Bianca was involved."

"I know what I said."

"Is something wrong with Bianca?" Beck asked, a look of concern flashing through his eyes.

"No."

"Then goodbye." He tried closing the door, but Jade stuck her foot in the doorway just in the nick of time. "Jade."

Jade pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Beck sighed and closed the door, "Sure come in."

"Remember the night I got drunk and I had to crash here?"

"Yes."

"What did I say to you?"

"What?"

"I said something, and I've been getting bits and pieces of what I said. It was more than me saying I want to go clubbing, or I like tequila. Something big. What was it?"

Beck sighed. Jade really wanted to have this conversation right now? Knowing Jade, this conversation could either go fairly well or horribly wrong. He'd go with the latter of the two.

"You started talking about us."

"Us?"

"Yeah. You were talking about how in love with used to be and how much you hate me."

"I hate you?" Jade scoffed. "I didn't say that."

"You said I hurt you when we broke up. You felt like you were owed a better break up."

Jade was about to butt in, but she quickly closed her mouth before speaking. What Beck said was the truth. She did feel that way.

"Go on."

"You told me how hurt you were when you saw that I tried to kiss Tori. You said you were humiliated after our one night stand."

Jade stayed silent, trying to process what Beck was saying to her. It was all true.

"What did you get out of lying to me?" Jade questioned. "I asked you if anything happened and you lied. You said I was perfect. Did you not think I would want to know this."

"Jade, you woke up hungover, half naked in my bed. You were mortified. I couldn't add on to that by admitting that you spilled everything to me." Beck took a step towards Jade, wanting to close the gap between them. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"Apology accepted." Jade mumbled, looking down at her shoes.

"Is that all you wanted to know?"

Jade shook her head softly. She looked up into Beck's eyes, "Do you love me?"

"Jade..."

"I'm serious. Do you love me?"

"Why are we playing this game right now? Are you trying to hurt me?"

"Beck, this isn't a game! And no one is out to hurt you. It's a yes or no question."

"Why?"

"Just answer me, dammit!" Jade ordered, her voice rising. "Please."

"Yes! Yes, Jade, I love you." Beck admitted. He and Jade were practically forehead to forehead. Jade was almost positive that Beck's heavy breathing and her extremely rapid heartbeat were the only things that could be heard throughout the house. "I am in love with you. I will never love someone as much as I loved you! Is that what you wanted to hear? You gonna go and tell your boyfriend? Are you two gonna laugh at how big of an idiot I am? Why did you feel the need to rip that out of me?"

Jade knew she shouldn't have answered. She knew it was dangerous and risky, but she didn't care. She was too far gone. "I needed to know. I needed to know that breaking up with Wyatt was a sound decision."

Beck's eyes widened, "You two broke up?"

Jade nodded, "He wanted me to distance myself from you completely and I couldn't do that. I need you in my life." She confessed, shocking even herself. It seemed like her brain just stopped and her mouth was just moving. "I need you." There was no way in hell she could ever pick Wyatt over Beck and she hated it. She hated the intense hold Beck had over her.

"Jade-"

Before Beck could finish forming the sentence in his brain, Jade had slammed her lips onto his. He felt like this was all an extremely odd dream and he would wake up right at that moment. But that didn't happen.

He put his hands on Jade's shoulders and gently pushed her away. "Wait a minute, Jade. You just broke up with your boyfriend. You are all over the place."

"But I'm not all over the place." Jade protested. She leaned in closer to Beck. "I'm here. I'm with you."

"I don't-"

"I get it." Jade slowly backed away. "I'm sorry, this was a mistake." She her hand over her face. "I'm going to go. Let's try to forget that just happened." Maybe if she left right now, she'd be able to maintain at least some of her dignity.

She spun on her heel and headed for the door, silently scolding herself.

Beck grabbed Jade's wrist and pulled her back to him. His hands went to cup her face. "Are you drunk?"

"No. I'm trying to cut back on my alcohol intake, but liquid courage sounds great right now."

He smirked, "Good. Neither am I."

Beck pulled Jade in for a kiss, which she quickly responded to. His hands moved down to her waist, while hers went to his hair.

He realized he was wrong. The conversation didn't go wrong. It went incredibly right. He didn't know if this was his smartest decision. He didn't know if what he and Jade were doing was a good idea. He couldn't imagine what people would say. But it didn't matter.