Chapter Twenty-five

At four in the morning on a Saturday my phone started ringing.

I'm not a light sleeper. But it was loud.

I woke up, answering the call. "Who's it?" I slurred.

"Morning, Jade," Tori exclaimed enthusiastically. "Have I ever told you how incredibly hot you sound when you're tired?"

It took me a couple seconds to register this, and when I did I responded by saying, "Have I ever told you how incredibly annoying you are when you wake me up?"

She laughed. "I need to talk to you," she stated.

"I'm not in the condition to talk, sorry."

She sighed. "Then listen," she murmured. "I've been thinking about the song you're gonna do -"

"I'm not doing 'I Kissed A Girl,' for the last time," I said immediately.

She rolled her eyes. And I can tell, through the phone. Which is kind of sad. "I wasn't going to say that. I just wanted you to come over so I can help you decide."

I groaned. "That's why you woke me up at four in the morning?"

"Well, yeah. That and I wanted to hear your voice," she joked cutely. When she heard me scoff, she said, "C'mon, Jade. You can sleep over here."

I cleared my throat, giving in. "Okay. I'll be there eventually."

"Yay!" she yelped. "M'kay, bye. I love you."

"I love you, too, you maniac," I mumbled, hanging up.

The drive was quiet. The second she opened the door I walked directly passed her and to her room.

When I got there I dropped face-first into her bed. She closed the door, making her presence known. "I love your scent," I admitted to her pillow.

There was a pause. "That's not weird at all," she giggled. She walked over to her computer, sitting down and booting it up. Then she swiveled around in her chair to face me. "So, any ideas?" she asked.

"Not really," I muttered, rolling over. "I don't want to do something popular that everyone's heard a thousand times, but at the same time I want something catchy. But sad."

She hummed in approval, typing in her password. "Shouldn't be too hard to find one of those." She pulled up Google and turned to face me. "Get up," she demanded, standing.

I groaned, rising and walking over.

"Sit," she said. I sat in the spinny chair and she plopped down in my lap unexpectedly, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I stared for a few seconds. "Comfortable?" I asked sarcastically.

"Absolutely," she responded seriously. "So... unpopular catchy sad songs."

"Uh huh," I replied stupidly.

She sighed. "Did you bring your iPod?" she asked.

"Yeah. But it's in my bag," I said. She got up and went over to get it, then came back with it, making herself comfortable on my lap again.

She pulled the headphones off and placed them on her desk. "Okay. So we'll put it on shuffle and see if we find something acceptable."

She hit play. First song that came on was 'The Greatest Story Ever Told' by Ice Nine Kills. She stared at the screen for the first forty-five seconds and then paused it immediately, turning her staring on me.

"What?" I asked. "You get used to it."

"No," she said sternly.

I sighed dramatically. "Fine. Go to the next song then."

She hit the next button. Say Anything's 'Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too' came on. I tried to snatch it away to change it. She wouldn't let me.

She raised her eyebrows when the chorus came on. "I'm not even gonna comment," she said, changing the song again. 'Three Cheers For Five Years' by Mayday Parade came on. "This sounds good. How bout this one?"

"I dunno," I said. "I might like something a little more flexible in meaning...,"

I didn't even have to explain what I meant, she already knew. She went for the next song.

'Wild Horses' by The Rolling Stones. She leaned back into me as it played. "What do you think?" she whispered.

I looked at her. "I think we found our song," I whispered back. She smiled.

She leaned in and kissed me. "Good," she murmured.

"Great," I stated with finality. I stood, picking her up in my arms. She squeaked and grabbed my shoulders. I sat her back down on the chair without me under her. "And now," I said, leaning down to be close to her face. "I'm taking a nap."

Then I plopped on the bed and fell asleep quickly.

A/N - Alright! There you are.

I appreciate your death threats to the mailman, but just try to be more tactical about this.

Feel free to look up any of those songs up there. Also, look up Justin Robinett on youtube. 'Cause he's awesome. And Mike Masse, too. He's also awesome, you can't deny it.

And then look up Liz Gillies's cover of 'Wild Horses.' Because it's double awesome. And I chose to incorporate that in Jade's performance because it's actually her voice.

So, yep. I'm exhausted, I almost died twice today.

But I had to revive myself, because I thought 'Who else would update the story?' So feel free to thank me.