"Please come with me."

"Jade, I have homework that's due tomorrow. I'm sorry babe, I really can't"

"Beck, You've reduced me to begging. Who cares about Homework? Please!"

"I can't"

"Yes you can! Just come with me!"

" Jade..."

"Beck."

" I can come with you tomorrow?"

"I can't tomorrow, It's why I wanted to go today!"

"I can't today either!"

"Beck!"

"I'm sorry Jadey."

"Big mistake there. Do not call me Jadey, ESPECIALLY when I'm angry."

"I'm sorry Jade."

"Pretty Please?"

This had been going on for almost an hour, and I got the same answers every time. Why won't he come with me? It's not like I'll be there for long, and what idiot chooses homework over his girlfriend anyway? He makes me think that he enjoys doing it, and who cares if it's late. He can do it in the morning, or he can even do it while he comes with me to the tattoo shop. I wanted another one. I really want another one. I'm not sure which one though, maybe a black rose, or some tribal pattern. But Beck's too busy with his homework to care about what I want. I hang up, but I don't really want to go alone, and I don't want to wait either. I'm contemplating dragging Beck out of his RV by his neck, but I don't think he'd thank me for that. Not that he'd need to thank me, but I guess I'd be better off if I didn't.

x.

Half an hour later, and I've managed to talk Beck into agreeing to come with me. I told him that I'd do his homework for him after we get back, but I'm not really going to. I'll just get his name tattooed onto my arm or something. I'm sure he'd appreciate that. I'm on my way to his place. He promised to drive me there. I knocked on the door of his RV, and half a second later he opened the door, smirking.

"Come in."

"No, You come out. I have to be there in twenty minutes." His smirk fell as I walked to his car. He followed.

The drive was silent for most part. He'd brush his hand over mine every once in a while, but otherwise, nothing was said.

"So... Do you know which tattoo you're going to get?" Beck asked when we were almost there.

"No." I answered simply. He rubbed my thigh, but I refused to take notice. He needed to know that I was still mad at him, even though he changed his mind and decided to come with me.

"Ok." He nodded, and we didn't say anything else until we got there.

x.

He held my hand while I was sitting in the tattoo chair, even though I'm sure that I made it clear that I enjoyed the pain. After a while, I had finally managed to decide on which tattoo. It was a black (obviously) tribal wolf head. Beck pointed it out, and I liked it, not to mention the fact that if I took it I wouldn't have to do his homework later because I respected his opinion. I'll give him that excuse.

"Did it hurt?" He asked while we were on the way home.

"Oh Yeah. It was the best." I grinned, without looking him in the eye.

"I honestly don't get why you like pain so much."

"If it makes you feel better, You're my favourite pain."