We're getting near the end friends.

It won't stop until we get there ; p

p.s. the beginning idea of this I stole from Grey's Anatomy

Beck's POV

I'd never been the overprotective type until I met Jade. The second she walked into my life I couldn't stop myself from wanting to make her happy and keep her safe from anything and anyone who would get in the way of that. It was kind of hard to do sometimes, though, when two of the people most guilty of that were her parents.

Last night when Jade asked her father why he had a suitcase, my first instinct was to run to him, slam the door in face, and hold her in a tight bear hug. I wanted to keep the bad news I knew was coming away. Of course, I couldn't.

All I could do was sit in silence as her father calmly told her that he would be staying at a hotel until further notice. He actually used those words "until further notice"; as if this was just an update and not a big decision. Jade stood still, frozen as he gave her the hotel's name and number, saying they'd talk soon.

The second he was gone, I reached for her, hugging her close. She looked stunned for the rest of the night, robotically going through the motions of getting ready for bed. I asked if she wanted to talk, but said no. I hated that she shut me out, but part of me was almost glad she did.

What could I say to make her feel better? Don't worry? I'm sure they'll work things out? I wasn't sure. And I had no idea what she was going through, my parents worst fights ended with my father on the couch, not at a hotel. I'd resigned myself to simply being there for her. I might not know what to say, but I could at least stay near in case she wanted to vent.

That's what I was doing now, sitting on her bed yet again waiting for her to emerge from her bathroom. She'd woken up before me and solemnly told me she was going to take a shower. I let her go without another word, knowing she'd hate if I smothered her, but as the clock ticked on, I was wondering what was taking so long.

"Jade?" I got up and knocked on lightly on her bathroom door. She didn't answer so I tried again. "Jade? Babe, it's getting late." Still nothing. The door was unlocked so I let myself in, treading slowly. The shower wasn't on and she wasn't anywhere visible, but I could see the bath water high.

"Jade?" I called to her curiously as I noticed her laying at the bottom of the tub with her eyes closed and her mouth shut. I tried to backtrack time wondering how long she'd been underwater when I couldn't wait any longer. "Jade," I said her name as I reached in and pulled her up by her shoulders.

She gasped when the air hit her and blinked her eyes opened, covering her chest and looking around. Her hair was slicked back now and she shivered in the new temperature while I backed away to get her a towel.

"What are you doing?" I asked, confused.

"Taking a bath," She answered as if it were obvious. I watched her stand in the tub and handed her the towel as she rung out her hair.

"That wasn't a bath," I said, frowning. "I know what a bath looks like."

She didn't answer, just stepped out of the tub and covered herself to walk back to her bedroom. I followed and watched her dry off, dressing in acid wash jeans and a dark shirt. She knew I was waiting for her to respond, but didn't bother addressing me. I don't know if I was afraid to upset her or what, but I stayed quiet as she finished getting dressed and even on the whole drive to school.

"Jade," I finally spoke her name sternly as she burst through the double doors of Hollywood Arts ahead of me. "Jade!" I raised my voice a level when she didn't reply.

"What?" She turned and spat back.

"What the hell was that?" I demanded.

"Nothing, just drop it," She didn't bother playing dumb, but turned to keep walking towards the Blackbox theater.

"Your father—,"

"Beck," She stopped at the entrance of the theater to cut me off. "Let it go," She was absolutely serious, but so was I. I followed her in and sat down beside her, nowhere near finished with this.

"Last night was rough," I whispered near her, with the group surrounding us she probably thought I'd wait, but I couldn't. "What your dad said—,"

"Beck!" She glared her best death stare at me, but she should've known it had no effect; even with the harsh whisper yell she used. "I am fine. Let it go."

"No," I refused, scooting closer to her. "I'm your boyfriend and your best friend. No one cares about you more than I do, do you believe that?" I leaned in, making her look at me.

"Of course I do," She rolled her eyes. "But—,"

"But nothing," I shook my head. "I'm not gonna ignore when you try to drown yourself in the bathtub. If you don't wanna talk to me, you have to talk to someone."

"Beck," She spoke slow, like she wasn't sure what her next words would be. "I just need time to think, okay? I don't know what's gonna happen and I need to brace myself…I just need time," She looked at me with those big blue eyes and I knew she wasn't lying. I nodded slowly and she exhaled deep. "And I wasn't trying to drown myself," She said as she swung her legs across my lap. "I'm an excellent swimmer."

"Okay," Tori interrupted my next argument. "If you had to give up the internet...or one of your feet?"

Jade's POV

I don't know how things had gotten so screwed up, but lately it seemed like it was one thing after the next. I was so irritated all week, and of course, it all began with my father's little statement.

I didn't think I'd care so much that he was leaving, but for some reason unknown to me, I did. I thought about it all day, wondering what was going to happen if my parents actually followed through with a break up. What would happen to me? Who would I live with? My mother is originally from Texas, would she move back?

Something told me I'd hate Texas. The heat, the cowboys, and the accents…not to mention California's main selling point: Beck. I start hyperventilating at the thought of leaving to some place alone, having to start over.

I couldn't let my fears show, though. Not with Beck watching over me so intently. He'd agreed to give me space for now, but I knew he was just waiting in the wings for me to admit I was scared.

I was thankful for the distraction that was the Dale Squires project. That guy was such a mess, I could get my mind to focus on hating him for long enough to stop thinking about my parents. And thanks to Robbie, Beck's spare time was taken by the junker car he'd gotten. Still, the distractions did nothing for my mood. I was snapping at everyone every chance I got, and I couldn't stop myself.

Even today, I'd taken my stress out on Cat, enjoying that I got to slap her silly while she had to play dead. It was strangely cathartic, being able to release my anger out violently. Now, though, that time had passed, and I was stuck with my thoughts again.

Andre had dropped me off at Beck's and I was taking my time, slowly drudging to his RV. He'd stayed home tonight to work on homework while he wasn't needed for the short film, and I'd missed him. Avoiding his soulful stare was starting to wear on me; by the end of today I would be ready to collapse, and I hadn't even tackled the hardest part yet.

"Hey," I heard his voice and smiled, closing the door behind me and setting my things down. "How was filming?" He asked from his place on his bed, two open books and a notebook around his lap.

"Great," I said, sitting down on the edge of the mattress, but not getting too comfortable; I hadn't told him yet, but Beck and I were already late to a certain meeting I had scheduled. "I got to slap Cat more times than I can count."

"Oh yeah?" He grinned, not questioning the change in his script. "How was Dale Squires?"

"As useless as ever," I laid back on the bed and heard him shut his books. "Tori did all the directing and Andre edited it together."

"We should tell Laine or someone about this guy," He suggested, scooting closer to me.

"Not now," I disagreed. "We're almost done, and it looks great so far." I sighed and sat up, yawning.

"Tired?" He guessed and I nodded. "Change for bed, we'll go to sleep early," He said with a smile, but I shook my head.

"Actually…," I stood up and stretched. "Our night's just getting started."

"What do you mean?" He wrinkled his eyebrows at me, perplexed.

"We have a dinner date," I said cautiously.

"With?"

"…my father."

Today sucked, you should be nice to me? : /