A/N: Thanks for the reviews! You guys are the best! Sorry this chapter's kind of short. It had to be done. You'll get more next time, I promise!

Beck's POV

Last night, I kissed the girl of my dreams. And this morning, all I had to show for it was a cheap stuffed animal. Now, as I sat staring at it from across the RV I lived in, I was racking my brain, trying desperately to figure out how the hell I was gonna find this girl.

I looked at the notepad in my hands, where I had written down everything I knew about her. Her first name, Jade. Her hair, chestnut brown with reddish pink streaks. Her eyes, an electrifying blue. Her skin, as white as porcelain and as pale as a ghost. Every detail of her appearance, and her complex personality, stuck in my brain like a bad pop song. Remembering her wasn't hard. It was the finding her that was going to be difficult.

I knew she had to live somewhere in the LA area, assuming she hadn't traveled very far to attend a cheap, lame carnival. I had no idea where to begin. The only thing I could really think of to do was to phone up every "Jade" in the LA region and ask if they had gone to a carnival last night. That would take all day, at least.

But that's what I did.

I spent that whole day, until four in the morning, flipping through Yellow Pages and phoning up every girl with the name "Jade" who lived in or around Los Angeles. I started at Jade Abbott, and made my way down the list, which continued all the way to a Jade Zowinski.

I had some interesting conversations. I spent close to an hour on the phone with eighty year old Jade Carman who told me all about her twenty-seven grandchildren before she let me hang up, wishing me luck with my "mystery girl". Sometimes, it killed me how polite I was.

I talked to a Jade Finkle, who spent the whole time we were on the phone crying about her ex-boyfriend Danny, and sobbing out unintelligible sentences about how it was "all her fault" and how "she didn't know how she'd be able to live without him". I crossed that one off the list in about two seconds.

I met a lady named Jade Harminn, who's been in prison six times for violence, among other things. She asked me how old I was and if I'd be willing to settle for an older women. I said sorry but no thank you, she angrily asked where I lived, and I hung up the phone faster than when you get a call from an annoying telemarketer.

I had talked to close to one hundred Jade's so far, but none of them were my Jade. I let out a frustrated sigh as I crossed off my last attempt of Jade Vangelo and looked back at the book, seeing the next name was "Jade West." I dialed the number half-heartedly, beginning to feel all my efforts would turn out to be fruitless. It rung twice before a man picked up, answering with a gruff, "Hello?"

"Hi, is Jade there?" I asked, the sentence rolling smoothly off my tongue after reciting it so many times today.

"Who is this?" he asked, sounding angry.

I frowned confused, "Um, my name is Beck…"

"Why are you calling?" he asked me.

I exhaled softly, ready to explain my story yet again. "I met a Jade yesterday, and I didn't get her last name. I'm trying to find her."

"Why?"

"Because I like her. I love her, I think."

The man let out a churlish sounding bark of laughter. "Well, you've got the wrong Jade."

"Oh. Well can I talk to her?" I said, wanting to be sure.

"Listen boy, you definitely don't 'love' the Jade that lives here. Got it?" he said, sounding impatient.

"Oh…Ok. Well thanks anyway." I said, assuming the Jade that lived there was his wife or something.

"Sure." Said the man, his voice lacking much emotion, as he hung up.

I groaned, flopping onto my bed in exhaustion and taking a large swig of Mountain Dew before starting back up with "Jade Witnest".

********************************2 hours later******************************************

I looked down at my list of girls, yawning, before throwing it down angrily. Over four hundred Jades in the Los Angeles area and not one had been the right one. Picked up my list of the things I remembered about my Jade, trying madly to think if there was something I had forgotten. There had to be something. Some minor detail that before seemed unimportant, but was the one thing that would piece everything together. Maybe I could remember the license plate of the car she left in. No, who am I kidding. Besides that probably wasn't even her car. After all, she left with her friend…

Her friend. "That's it!" I cried out, even though I was alone in my RV. Twenty-one hours of talking to strangers on the phone can do that to a guy, ya know.

I remembered her calling her friend, the one with the red hair, Cat. But what was her last name…she never mentioned it. Damn it, I wasn't prepared to spend another sleepless day on the phone. Then I remembered Chris. He spent the whole night with her, he had to remember!

I quickly grabbed my phone and pulled up his contact, hitting 'call' anxiously. It rung four times while I impatiently tapped my foot.

"Beck?" Chris answered the phone groggily.

"Chris! I need your help!" I said quickly, hyped up on caffeine, sugar, and lack of sleep.

"Dude, it's like…four A.M." he said, sounding both annoyed and confused.

"Look, I just need you to tell me, what was that girl at the carnival's last name. Cat." I explained.

"I don't know man, I kind of blocked out her babbling 10 minutes into hanging with her." He said.

"Come on, think. She had to have mentioned it. At least once." I begged.

"Ugh," Chris groaned, "I don't know. I think it was like…Valentino or…Valentine. Or something like that."

"Thanks man!" I said graciously, feeling some relief for the first time that day. Some reassurance that I wasn't completely crazy.

"Please tell me you're not still looking for that Goth girl." Chris said, sounding amused.

"I'm going to find her." I answered, defiant and annoyed.

"Whatever man, you're crazy." He chuckled.

"Whatever. See ya man." I said with an eye roll.

"Yeah, see ya." He said, hanging up the phone.

I pushed 'end call' and rolled back into my bed, sighing happily, content with my days work. Tomorrow I would find this "Cat Valentine". And then I would find my mystery girl.

A/N: Yeah I know it was short. Kind of a filler chapter I suppose. I'm planning on getting to the 'meat' so to speak next chapter, so I'll start working on that later. Review, if you please (: