As always, I don't own Victorious, no matter how much I wish I did.

Chapter 3

Jade's POV

As I closed the door to my house, I had about a thousand thoughts going through my mind at once. I don't like to allow other people to see me hurting, much less any other form of emotion or feeling; especially when those people are Robbie Shapiro. I guess it could have been worse. It could have been Vega.

I went up to my room and slammed the door, not really caring what time it was or who I may wake up. I just began to tear my room up. I was throwing things around and breaking anything I could get my hands on. I didn't care anymore, until I came across an object I had not seen in years.

It was a picture of me when I was 10 years old. I looked completely different than what I do now. I was smiling, but those were the days when I was actually a happier person. Then I look to my left and I saw another person smiling with me, a 10 year old Robbie Shapiro. That's when all of the memories came back to me again. We were good friends back in the day. We would always hang out at each other's houses after school, watch movies, or just sit there and talk about anything we could think of. Then one day his mom died. I attempted to do anything I could to make him feel better.

I remember after his mom's funeral, I went over to his house. He just cried all day, and I held him and tried to make him happier. A few months later, my mom and dad divorced. My mom moved to New York, and I stayed here with my dad. After that, I moved schools, and Robbie and I didn't really speak anymore. It wasn't until freshman year at Hollywood Arts that I saw him again, but I had changed from the Jade he once knew.

I picked up the picture, which was broken now from me throwing it around, and put it on my nightstand. After that I finally fell asleep.

And now here I am, sitting on Robbie's bed. I am not sure what I came over here for, but I just did. We sat in silence for a little while, until he finally spoke up.

"So why exactly did you come over here? It's not like we are friends."

I looked down into my lap. There was a battle going on inside my head. I wanted to apologize for the way I had treated him since we started at Hollywood Arts, but apologizing was something that I was not very good at. So I decided to keep those feelings to myself.

"Yeah, I just wanted to say thanks for taking me home last night. Or at least I guess that's how that's supposed to go. I'm not really a thanking person, so consider yourself lucky."

He just kinda looked at me for a while. I was not sure if he was shocked I had actually said thank you to him, or if he was waiting on me to say something mean to him. He eventually stood up, went to his bedside table, and pulled something out of the drawer. He sat back down and handed whatever it was to me that he picked up.

"What happened to you? You used to be so happy. You used to be caring about your friends. This is the Jade West that I remember, so why the change?"

I was surprised that he still remembered those days. I stared at the picture some more, the same picture I stared at last night and placed on the table in my room. I stayed silent, but he kept talking.

"We used to be friends. We used to be best friends. After my mom died, you were one of the only people there for me. Then I don't see you for almost four years, and when I do, you're not even the same person anymore. You act as if you hate me."

For the second time in two days, I cried in front of Robbie Shapiro. I couldn't hold it in anymore. Everything he was saying was true. I had changed, but I wasn't sure if I could tell him why. My head hurt from the internal battle between the old Jade West and the New Jade West. Finally I took a deep breath and calmed myself down, and I began to tell him why.

"I don't hate you. After my parents divorced and I changed schools, I began to stop making friends. I didn't want anyone to get close to me and then leave like my mother did. I was afraid that I would get hurt, so I just cut everyone off, including my father, who now hates me."

As I wiped my eyes, he just sat there and listened to what I had to say. He then gave me a small hug, and I just laid my head into his chest.

"It's okay Jade, because even though you may not consider me a friend, you will always be my best friend."

"Thanks, but I gotta go. Please, don't tell anyone about this."

"I won't."

With that, I walked out the door and began to make my way to my car. It felt strange to plead someone instead of threaten them with death or something to have to do with scissors. It was a feeling I didn't know if I liked or not. I stepped in my car and drove off, and Robbie's house began to fade away and finally disappeared.

AN: So I thought I may give y'all a little backstory on Robbie and Jade's past. Though I plan on writing this story from mostly Robbie's POV, the urge to write from Jade's was just to tempting to pass up. I hope you guys enjoyed this, and please, please, please review. So far y'all have been great.