A/N: Hey guys! Look how quick I updated, just for you: P Before I get right to the story I'm going to clear up a few things about the last chapter. It wasn't my best and I think a few people were confused so here it goes:
The car Jade was originally in finally stopped at a gas station while she was awake and she hopped out of the car thinking she was far enough away from Fred that she would be able to go into the convenience store, get some food and call the police or a family member. But because she was still so panicked, when she saw a large bald head through the window of the store, she thought it was Fred and ran away hiding in the only spot available, the trunk of a different car that belonged to a different family. She also heard footsteps, and thought they were Fred's when they really turned out to be Beck's, although neither Beck or Jade know that each other is there.
Beck meets a girl who had a little brother that was also kidnapped and who they recently found. They get talking and the girl (Alice) tells Beck that she thinks the guy who kidnapped her brother is the same guy that kidnapped Jade. Even though Beck has been traveling in the direction of home, he has been going slow, still searching for Jade.
Jade is now really sick and takes the time to write out some farewells to her family and friends just in case she doesn't wake up.
Okay I hope this helps, sorry that this authors note was a bit long too :$ I know the last chapter sucked so please let me know if you have any more questions or if I messed anything else up! Thanks and enjoy
March 27th
Are you seriously kidding me? Why the heck am I awake? I mean seriously, let's all think about this. Injured, suffering girl is in the back of a trunk. Is hallucinating and slowly dying. She takes the time to write out some lovely farewells to her parents and to her friends, expecting to never wake up again. She's totally prepared for everything that's about to come. Now wouldn't it just make sense if she were to just, I don't know, die or something? Or at least slip into a coma or just…just SOMETHING! No of course not, I just have to go and defy all odds and wake up (not perfectly fine by far at least). Isn't this just so freaking fantastic? Well I'm not writing any more goodbyes that's for sure. If I do die, just go back a page, my farewells will be written there and stuff. I've written too many of them as it is.
But I could probably write another one to Beck
I can't believe I just said that. Life without coffee and other foods and beverages has really turned me into quite the sap hasn't it?
I looked down at my watch and squinted into the darkness trying to make out the time. I wanted so badly to turn on the little light so it would be easier to read, but that would drain the little battery left almost instantly. I shifted my weight as lightly and easily as I could trying to roll over to the other side without giving any clue to the family in the car that they had an unwelcome passenger. Even that small, quick movement exhausted me and I had to put down my pen and take a few seconds to relax before I had the strength to lift my head and pick up my pen again. I wish I had my phone with me. I could play little games on it to help pass the time. There's this one, it's called furious hamsters, which Beck and I always used to play on long car rides when André would insist on driving. I never let anyone else ever touch my phone, except for Beck. I'm not sure why I trusted him so much. I guess I just knew he would never hurt me the way my past boyfriends had. Sometimes it's hard to even remember how Beck and I met, let alone started dating. It just seems like I've known him, and loved him all my life. I think this is how I met him though.
When I was 9 Beck moved from Canada to California with his parents. His dad had gotten a job opportunity too good to pass up. Beck was a pretty easy going kid. He was sad about leaving behind his friends and his family, but he knew he would get the chance to go back and visit, and he was excited to come to Hollywood, especially since that's where all the movie stars lived. When he was 10 his parents decided to go away for a few weeks in the summer. Seeing as they had no family nearby, and hadn't met any super close friends that they would trust watching their son for 2 weeks, they sent Beck to-of course- a performing arts camp. The same camp I was at. It didn't take long for Beck and I to get the leads in the end-of-camp play or for either of us to become the most popular 10 year olds there. Talent was something we both a good amount of. What with spending hours of time each day working together on the play and finding out we lived just down the street from one another, Beck and I became friends. That is when we weren't competing against one another to see who got the best scores in music class, or the loudest applause in our acting lessons. (For the record, the acting challenges were totally rigged. Those little 10 year old idiots clearly didn't understand the awesomeness of "clowns don't bounce.")
It took me a while to get close to Beck, but what with living so close to one another, we spent a lot of time together that summer and he saw all different sides of me. Beck and I stayed close friends throughout the years. I was the one who told him about the auditions for Hollywood Art's and Cat, Beck and I all auditioned together. We we're great friends for a while. But things got hard for Beck and I once I saw all of the girls constantly flirting with him. I know it shouldn't have mattered to me; after all, Beck and I were just friends. But it did, it made me feel insecure. These girls we're blond and pretty cheerleaders. They we're preppy and sweet, the kind of girls that boys usually fell over each other trying to carry their books for them. And then there was me. Long brown hair with different coloured extensions every week. My makeup was usually darker and so were my clothes. I was different, I didn't fit in to the stereotypical "popular girl." I was pretty though, and very talented, so I did get a lot of attention from boys. But they usually broke up with me, and week or two into dating. I never heard if Beck was dating anyone during that time, I had cut off all ties with him for two months straight, because it was too hard to be around him and all of those blond….. Airheads!
It shouldn't have mattered to me who he dated or talked to, but it really did.
One rainy Saturday morning Beck took me by surprise and called me early in the morning (okay it was like 11:00, still wayyy to early in my opinion) and asked me to see a movie with him. When I asked him why he simply said he missed me. Blushing slightly, I told him to pick me up in 20 minutes and then we went to see the new horror film playing. "The scissoring." He insisted on paying for my ticket and just chuckled when I sent him one of my glares that usually gets me whatever I want. As we watched the movie, it felt like old times. And when he slipped his arm around the back of my seat, I didn't even protest. It was still raining when we left the theatre and just our luck; I had accidently left the door partial way open and it now the truck wouldn't start. He wasn't mad at me though. He just smiled, shut the door completely and suggested we walk back to his house instead. He even gave me his jacket to pull on so I had a hood to keep my hair dry. It was easily a half hour walk and we chatted comfortably along the way about school and just making small conversation. He made me laugh. I hadn't smiled in so long. And then so suddenly I didn't even have time to think about it I blurted out
"So which of those blonde idiots are you dating these days?" Beck looked at kind of confused for a few moments.
"Jade I'm not dating anyone. I dated one girl for about a week after you stopped talking to me, but it didn't work out. She wasn't the person I liked." He paused for a moment the added, "who are you seeing?"
"No one," I said maybe a little too quickly. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I could have sworn I saw a flicker of relief cross his face.
"Oh," Beck replied. We walked along in awkward silence for a few more minutes until Beck suddenly stopped. "Jade I asked you out today for a reason, I wanted to take a chance. I like you, a LOT. I think I may be in love with you."
My heart hammered and I stepped a bit closer to him. I fiddled with the sleeves of his jacket and breathed in deeply. Ugh, it smelt just like him, so sweet and just perfect. "I think I might like you too," I said, barely speaking above a whisper. The grin that spread across Beck's face was so big that I felt a smile creep onto my face as well. He pulled me close and lifted my chin.
"We're not going to do something corny and cliché like kiss in the rain, are we?" I muttered getting closer and closer to his face as I said this. He didn't respond but instead kissed me hard on the lips. My arms found their way around his neck and tangled themselves in his thick brown hair. His wrapped tightly around my waist brining me closer and closer…
The next morning I was in bed with the stomach flu, and Beck called to tell me "feel better." He would have come over, but he was sick with a cold and a fever of 104.
Getting a bit off topic here, but I think I'm going to fall asleep soon and I just want to write this before I do. There are many reasons I want to live, and I was thinking about this as I wrote before. These are the reasons that I want to get out of this stupid trunk and live! :
So I can become a famous actress/ singer and be known all over the world
So I can defeat Vega out for the lead in every school play from now on
So I can one day visit the national scissor museum
SO I CAN DRINK 1 MORE CUP OF COFFEE!
So I can make my dad proud of me
So I can be the first bride to have a black dress
So I can see all the crushed faces of those blonde bimbos who have been trying to get with Beck since the day I went missing
So I can one day make Sikowitz wear shoes to class
So I can put on my play "Clown's Don't Bounce" for the entire school, after Vega ruined it for her stupid "Prome" last time
So I can see and hug and kiss Beck, just one last time. So I can tell him I love him.
I looked down at my watch and let the pencil roll around lazily in my hands as I strained just to keep my eyes open. The number ticked one last time and then the numbers blurred. A tiny high pitched beep went off just once and then the watch went silent. The pencil fell out of my hand, and I blacked out before my head hit the ground. The watch battery was dead, and my time was up.
March 28th
I know I was supposed to be home yesterday. But I just couldn't go back. After I talked to Alice the other day I was filled with this new…determination I guess you could call it. After all, if Alice was able to find her brother even though he had been missing for months and months, it gave me new hope that Jade was still out there somewhere. A very coffee deprived Jade that is…. On second thought maybe I should just leave her. KIDDING! That was a joke a total joke. Oh god why did I even write that! If Jade ever sees that she'll kill me! I know I shouldn't be making jokes, but I'm just in such a happy mood. I shouldn't be, but hope does that to a guy. So I've been driving around every which way possible, searching all the little back streets and smaller towns. I've more posters on telephone poles than I can count, but no luck so far. That's okay though, as anxious as I am to see my girlfriend, I have this feeling that I'll get to see her again soon.
The sun was just starting to set when my phone rang. For the first few days after I had left town my phone had rang non-stop, but then it had grown silent after the people back home had finally realized I wasn't going to answer. Out of habit I checked the caller I.D. It was Andre. I let it ring once more, debating on whether or not to answer it. I knew I could trust Andre, but I still wasn't sure if I felt like talking to him. On a spur of the moment decision however, I answered it.
"Hello," I said trying to sound calm and collected.
"BECK! Thank god, we weren't even sure you were alive. I mean, Cat kept saying you were, but well…you know Cat."
I laughed half-heartedly and realized just how much I missed my friends. "Well no worries man, I'm doing perfectly fine. "
"Why did you even go?" there was a pause. "Could you just not handle life without Jade?"
"Partially," I admitted. "But I think you know the real reason I left."
"You're looking for Jade, aren't you?" Andre took my silence as a yes. "Listen, you know I know how you feel about Jade, but you need to come home. You need to give up, Jade's gone, and she's not coming back."
"No she's not gone! I was talking to this girl the other day and…." Andre cut me off.
"No, No more of pretending Beck. Jade is dead, she's gone, you need to move on, you need to forget about her. I can't believe this of you, I mean, I can understand Cat being in denial, but you? Why can`t you just accept it?
"BECAUSE SHE'S NOT DEAD!" I roared into my phone. I was angry now, how could Andre just give up so easily.
"Yes Beck, she is. Even her parents think she is, that's why they had the candlelight ceremony, so we could all let go. Now it's your turn. You need to come back home. Your parents are worried sick about you. Just come back, you can go see Lane and we can get you into therapy. We can help you accept it, and move on. It feels so much better after you have. I feel like the biggest weight has been lifted off my shoulders, like I can breathe again… come home Beck." I sat there in silence for a few minutes, thinking over what he had just said. It would be so nice to just forget it all, move on and remove all of this pressure from my chest. But this was Jade.
"Andre, I found where she was at though. I was at the kidnapper's house. It's so far away from Hollywood though and there's snow everywhere. He called me and told me to bring him the money and he would give me Jade! But when I got there Jade had escaped!I know she's out there." This time it was Andre's turn to be silent.
"Beck you know the chances of Jade being able to survive in weather that cold right? And even if she did, she could be anywhere right now. Just come back, your parents and friends are worried sick about you."
"But what about Jade," I almost pleaded. I heard Andre sigh.
"Report it to the police. I can ask Tori if she thinks you have enough information for the police to get a search warrant of the kidnapper's house. That's all we can do Beck, you're never going to get anywhere just searching for Jade like this. At least this way, even if Jade isn't…you know…alive then we can at least make sure her murderer never kidnaps another child again."
Once again I took a minute to mull things over. "Okay, I'm coming home. Talk to Tori and give me a call as soon as you know. I'll see you in a few hours." And with that I hung up the phone.
Andre's call had been made in hope that I would give up Jade. But I wasn't going to. I was just going to give my heart a bit of a break. I'd go back, turn Fred in and rest up. But if Jade wasn't back in a week, I'd be out there again…looking for her.
A/N: so that's the end. This chapter is a bit longer, and I'm sorry for the lack of excitement. Still I hope you enjoyed and I will update the next chapter once I get 96 reviews total! So review review review! :D and you will get yourselves an update ;)
~Kat