A/N: Update time! hooraay! AND, for all you seddiers, I have a seddie story idea! ;) so keep ur eyes peeled 4 that!

I'm sooooo excited for Blonde Squad! But I have some bad (I just accidentally typed bade...lol... im obsessed) news.

The week, from the blonde squad's air date to the 7th of July im going to be on vacation, so there will be no updates ):

I know... im sad too... ): ill try to do a lot of updates this week to make up 4 it!

Twoshot: Part two, Jade's father's day

Jade's POV

I hate father's day.

Why celebrate someone who hates me. Why celebrate someone who'd rather jump in front of a bus than do anything for his own daughter?

Yeah, it's a mystery to me too.

All I've ever wished for since I was a kid is to have a normal family. A mom, a dad, but not just that. I don't care how rich my dad is, or how many cars he can afford. All I really want is for him to love me.

That's what a normal family is.

And now, I have to spend an entire afternoon at my dad's house. An entire afternoon of unpleasant memories of my past, and trying to think of a decent present for my lame excuse for a Father.

I walk into the dining room, breathing in the febreeze covered air. The table is covered in a white table clothe. Sitting in the middle of the clothe is a note.

Jadelyn,

I'll be back by six to eat dinner.

Hip hip hooray. I get to eat dinner with the guy I hate, and my stepmom...

Life sucks.

I guess for a father's day present I'll make my dad dinner. I'm not the best cook, but I'm sure I can manage to make spaghetti or something.

I sigh and pour some water in a pot, turning the heat up. The water begins to bubble shortly and I throw the noodles in the pot.

I sit down and wait for the noodles to be done.

I hate father's day. I do nice things for my dad, and he rewards me with hatred. That's how it's always been. I sit for a few minutes, feeling the depression surrounding me. Each object holding a memory.

I sigh, standing up to check on the noodles. They are done,so I throw them in a large bowl, topping them with sauce and placing them in the center of the table.

For a split second, I contemplate spitting in the bowl.

The one time my father made me food, I ended up puking the entire morning. I swear my dad did it on purpose so he wouldn't have to take me to my play audition. He was too busy making out with my step mom to be bothered.

I don't spit in the bowl though, because, as much as my dad hates me, it is father's day.

I open a bag of lettuce from the fridge, and grab some vegetables off the shelf. I chop each vegetable up carefully. Carrots, celery, and cucumbers are added to the salad. I put the salad in a large bowl and top it off with ranch dressing.

I place my newly made salad in the center of the table.

I sit down at the table and check my phone. It's 5:59. My dad should be home any minute.

I let my eyes wander across the room. They meet the sink, that I puked all of my dad's breakfast into. Then my eyes greet the fridge, which had once had held a note, saying he'd be back from wherever he went when I was eleven, alone in my house.

I stare at a photograph on the fridge. It's of me as a little girl. A very little girl. Before my dad ruined my childhood. Before my dad kind of screwed me up for good.

My naturally light brown hair is in pigtails, I'm grinning, wearing a pink party dress. My dad's hand is on my shoulder, and my mom's hand is on my other shoulder.

I frown. I'd give almost anything for it to have stayed that way; for it to have stayed perfect. With two parents who loved me and a smile on my face.

I glance around the room, flashbacks and emotions over coming me, when I finally remember to check the time.

I look at my pear phone. It's 6:15.

I take a deep breath and dial my dad's number. He answers.

"Hello." He says.

"Hey, dad, are you coming. You said you'd have father's day dinner with me," I remind him.

"I did? Oh! I did. Yeah, listen Jade, Tracy decided to take me out to dinner, and I'm gonna be away for a few night's ok? There's food in the fridge, help yourself." The line goes dead.

I won't cry. I won't cry. I won't cry. I chant to myself.

It shouldn't come as a shock, my dad has never ever not once kept a promise, no matter how small the promise.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. I just want to get out of this nightmare. I want to be in my room at my mom's house, or in Beck's RV. But I can't, because it's stupid Father's day. So now I'm stuck in my father's empty house.

I walk upstairs, crushed. I did all that work for nothing. I sit down on my bed in my room. I tried to make it look just like the room at my mom's house, for the days and weekends I spend at this house.

I breath deeply again, a tear streaming down my face.

I take out my phone to check the slap. Beck has a new post.

"Asked my dad what he wants for Father's Day. He said, "For you to break up with Jade." He's still mad about the whole dog attack thing. MOOD: Whatever"

The world seems to pause.

Soon tears are streaming down my face and I can't stop them. This has been the worst father's day ever.

Pain seems to be suffocating me.

My dad doesn't care about me.

Beck doesn't care about me.

Life doesn't care about me.

If Beck's gonna break up with me, I'd rather he get it over with sooner. I take out my phone and text him:

To: Beck

Could you come over?

I press my face against my pillow and sob silently. The pillow smells like this house, which smells like my dad, which smells like dishonesty, broken promises, and lies.

My thought's flicker to Beck's status update. I can''t believe he's gonna break up with me, just because his dad told him to.. His dad's told him to break up with me before.

I feel a warm hand of my shoulder, and I look up startled.

Beck's POV

I enter Jade's dad's house, finding it slightly odd that there isn't a car in the driveway. Is Jade's dad even home.

I walk past the kitchen in the dining room. On the table was a large bowl of spaghetti and a salad. Next to the food was a note. It read:

Jadelyn,

I'll be back by six to eat dinner.

I frown. He didn't even call himself 'Dad'.

I look up at the clock. It's 6:40.

Is he 40 minutes late?

I look around, but see no sign of Jade, that is until I hear something coming from upstairs.

It sounds like sobbing. I frown, rushing upstairs.

I gingerly open the door to Jade's room.

There Jade lies, her face tear stained. I walk up to her quietly, placing my hand on hr shoulders.

Jade looks up, startled.

"Beck," She says bitterly.

I pat her back, sitting next to her.

"Stop it." She orders. "If you wanna break up with me, that's fine. I totally know what trying to please your father is like," Jade says.

What is she talking about?

"Jade, love, what are you talking about?" I ask. Why does she think I'm breaking up with her?

"I saw your status update, Beck. Give your dad what he wants for father's day, It doesn't matter. I don't deserve to date you."

Oh... I know what she's talking about! My status update! Oh shit...

"Jade, babe, I don't give a damn what my father thinks about you. You're mine, and you always will be." I tell her, patting her back.

Jade looks relieved,he eyes still red from crying.

"I'm sorry your dad didn't show up," I tell jade, kissing her forehead. Jade shrugs.

"I think part of me knew he wasn't coming home." Jade says.

"Let's get some food in you, shall we?" I say. Jade smiles for a second.

"Okay," She says.