Beck opened his fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. Everything he did today reminded him of Jade. He couldn't seem to keep him mind from wondering onto her. He missed her perfect hair, her dark sense of humor, and her witty personality.

He tried calling her countless times, he sent her multiple text messages without such a shred of reply. It was starting to drive him nuts. Everything he did for her since they got back together was wasted. Wasted time and wasted effort. He found himself more depressed than he had ever been.

A knock interrupted his thought and he found himself angry for the disruption.

"Let me be bitter and pissed off by myself!" he screamed, feeling yet another burning hot tear slide down his face.

"Beck, I am not leaving again. I'm wasting my gas running back and forth and I feel guilty when I leave. So I am not going." Tori Vega's voice was one of the last things he wanted to hear right now, so he ignored it.

Well, he tried to, anyway. After a while, she started singing as loud as she could and started pounding on the door.

"Beck," she sang, in a cheery way, "your friend Tori wants to help you heal your pain. Open, oh open, the door!"

He chuckled a little and stood up. He made his way to the door and pulled it open.

"It was dark out, and she was sitting on his stairs. She had a rather large stick in her hand and was still singing to herself.

"Tori," Beck started, and she jumped. "Sorry."

"What the hell is wrong with you!" she started, "You made me sit out here all night…"

Beck suddenly felt guilty. He looked at the floor and saw the dark stain Jade left in his carpet after dropping her coffee. He fell to his knees and started crying.

"Beck Oliver," Tori said, felling guilty about yelling at him, "get off the floor, it's fine about letting me outside."

"It's not that." Beck stated, "I just miss her so bad Tori."

"Well, your missing her made you miss graduation."

"Oh. Damn."

"Sikowitz said that he loves you and wants his cheese back. He also told me that he wants to deliver your diploma himself."

"Not tonight, surely…"

He didn't want to see anybody tonight, he just wanted to be alone and be able to cry without shame or pity.

"I don't think he meant tonight," she laughed, "the last I heard, he and Andre were going to find a couple cigars."

"Andre smokes?" he asked, slightly taken aback by this news.

"His parents always allowed him to smoke on special occasions." She replied with a smile.

"Ah."

"Now, tell me your feelings."

"Well…"

A/N – Hope you guys liked this chapter, please review and stuffs.