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Jade murmured contently, snuggling deeper into the warmth that encompassed her. For a few blissful moments, Jade felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. Then she felt the pain.

"MOTHER FU-"

"It's way too early for that language, Jade." A voice laughed from beneath her.

Jade's eyes snapped open in horror as she bolted upright, only to moan in agony as her brain protested such sudden movements. Groaning, she placed her hands on her temple and for a few seconds attempted to control the nausea building in her stomach.

Beck, noticing the pain Jade was in (though it was entirely self-inflicted), quickly rubbed soothing circles on her back till she was able to look up again.

"Oh. My. God." Jade breathed in horror, looking into her Ex's eyes. She didn't know if she was brave enough to glance down and make sure she was fully clothed, but Beck sensing what she was thinking quickly explained,

"Listen, Jade. Nothing happened last night. You were just really drunk and didn't want to go home so I brought you here to sleep."

"And why the HELL were you sleeping with me?" Jade snapped viciously, her head still pounding as she looked at the sheets both her and Beck were still tangled in.

"You asked me to. You said you were cold." Beck meekly replied. He seemed a tad embarrassed now but stared back defiantly.

"You know what?" Jade snapped, ready to launch a verbal attack on him, but was distracted when the nausea building within her decided it wanted to make an appearance.

She only managed to whimper, quickly slapping a hand over her mouth, but it was enough for Beck to realise what was about to happen.

If there were ever a contest for the quickest leap to grab a garbage bin, Beck would have definitely won. Thankfully, Beck was able to grab a bin and place it under Jade just as she started retching. With his free hand, he pulled her hair back all the while trying to mutter soothing words.

If Jade had still been dating Beck, she would have found this sweet. She wasn't though. And she was pissed.

"Hey, you're alright." Beck consoles as Jade finally pushes the bin away and glares at him weakly as he hands her the glass of water he had set up the night prior.

"I am absolutely livid with you but my head hurts too much to yell right now." Jade feebly exclaims, attempting to express her fury through one piercing glare that would make most guys pee their pants. Good think Beck's not like most guys.

"Ahh, the silver lining." he jokes happily. Jade does not smile. Beck begins to frown, "Okay, we can talk later. Why don't you go shower and brush your teeth? Once we eat breakfast, I can give you some Advil." He suggests kindly, trying not to be irritating but Jade was still glaring at him.

"Don't tell me what to do," Jade mutters but begins to make her way over to the tiny bathroom in the corner of the RV. "I don't have a toothbrush, idiot." Jade snaps as she opens the bathroom door.

"Oh, I – um – never threw out your old one. It should still be there." Beck responds sheepishly, looking around wildly to avoid her fierce gaze.

Even in her hung-over, slightly deranged state, Jade can sense Beck's embarrassment. She couldn't help but feel slightly touched. She was certain that once Beck had dumped her, he would have destroyed any evidence of her being in his life. She didn't think he'd hold onto anything like she was (she still slept in his shirt every night at home).

In a rare moment of compassion, Jade chooses not to comment. She simply slips into the bathroom and grabs her toothbrush which sure enough is where it was always kept, next to Becks on the sink.

After a thorough cleaning, Jade turns up the heat of the shower water and steps in, happy to get fresh after last night.

As Jade stood beneath the scalding hot water, she attempted to remember the previous evening. How the hell had she managed to end up snuggling with her ex-boyfriend?

She remembered going over to Cat's, Cat forcing her into one of her ridiculous shorts skirts and telling her to wear a red top (something about a 'certain someone' being unable to control himself when she did). She remembers arriving at the party, Cat wanting to talk to Andre and Beck, and herself only wanting to get wasted so she didn't have to focus on her ex-boyfriend who was quite obviously drooling over her.

Jade smirks a bit at that memory. Then everything goes sort of hazy. She remembers doing shots, maybe dancing (and ew, did she seriously let some creepy seniors dance with her?). She remembers that Ryder had shown his ugly face at some point, and she can't remember how but she knows he had left her alone pretty quickly. Perhaps that was when Beck had made an appearance. She remembers something about swimming and Johnny Depp, and well, that's about it.

Frowning more deeply, she tries to recall how she had even got to Beck's RV. No luck. Frustrated, she slips out of the shower and pulls out her phone from her purse. She has three text messages.

Andre:

Hey girl, hope Beck got you home ok. BTW, I'm totally with you. A bra IS basically a bikini. Love ya, Dre.

Jade looks in horror at his text, finally deciding to send him a middle finger emoji before scrolling to the other messages, both of which were from Cat.

Cat:

Hi Jade, you seem a little bit out of it. Don't worry, Andre promised Beck was going to take care of you (insert one-hundred heart emojis). Haaavvveee fuuunnnnn. I want to hear everything later – call me.

Cat:

Oh, and Andre drove me home cause you and Beck are in luuurve.

"Stupid Red Head." Jade mutters, deciding to respond later as she wraps a towel around herself. She probably owed Cat an apology for ditching her last night. She doesn't know what's come over her lately. Recently, all she had wanted to feel was detachment from everything. She was sick of feeling so empty, yet at the same time, so overwhelmed with emotions. Cat had promised her it would get easier, but it hadn't. Drinking had been her attempt at solace.

"Um Jade, you haven't drowned in there, have you?" Beck yelled from outside the door.

"Shut it." Jade snapped, towelling herself off and looking around for clothes. Sighing, she looked at her jumbled pile of garments from last night. She reaalllyy didn't want to put on that short skirt again.

She supposed things were awkward enough between her and Beck now, so things really couldn't get much weirder. Exhaling, she wrapped a towel securely around herself and pushed open the door, walking back into the middle of the room.

Beck looked up from the table only for a mangled groan to escape from his lips. There was Jade, in nothing but a short towel in his room, a sight he was certain he would never see again.

"Frickin perv." Jade muttered, acknowledging the effect she was having on Beck whose eyes were glued to her body. He seemed unable to form any words and sat there gaping at her with a dazed expression.

It would have been funny, but Jade was on a mission. She began to rummage through his wardrobe, finally pulling out a pair of his boxers and one of his plain t-shirts. She slipped the shorts on under her towel (ignoring Beck's gasp from behind her), and then making sure her back was towards him, dropped the towel and quickly put on the shirt.

Beck meanwhile had to instruct himself to look away. What was wrong with him? He was acting like a lust filled teenage boy (which he was, but that's beside the point). "I made you coffee…. And eggs". He finally pronounced, his voice sounding oddly strained as she turned back around to face him.

"I don't want to eat that. I'll vomit." Jade snips, as she walks over and snatches the coffee from his hands. She's finally able to feel herself relax slightly as she takes a sip of her coffee (Beck was always the best at making it for her). She's so pleased to have it again that she chooses not to comment on Beck's heartfelt gaze as he looks at her standing before him in his clothes.

"No you won't. It's good for a hangover. And no Advil till you've eaten" He admonishes gently, blinking rapidly as he tears his eyes away from her. He can feel his heart beating unnaturally fast and it takes all of his acting skills to outwardly remain calm as he watches her pout cutely, looking particularly devourable in his shirt.

Jade stares at him defiantly, but Beck was used to this gaze. He stares resolutely back at her, and finally Jade relents, throwing herself onto the seat and taking a few tentative mouthfuls of food.

Beck drinks his own coffee quietly, and for a while they sit in uncomfortable silence, letting the tension build.

"So, you going to tell me why you took advantage of me in my drunken state?" Jade finally chides, pushing away her remaining food.

Beck looks immensely hurt at her words. "I did not." He protested. "I was looking out for you. You wanted to sleep on a park bench." He accuses.

"What's it to you? We're broken up. You don't need to worry about me." She challenges, her words drenched in malice to mask her pain.

"Jade," Beck mumbled aggravated, "How can you even think that? I don't care if we're broken up. I still care for you, and right now I'm really worried about you. My Jade doesn't go to parties every week and get so drunk that any asshole can take advantage of her if they want."

Jade scoffed at his words. "Exactly, your Jade. I'm no longer yours though. You can't criticise me."

"I wasn't criticising, I was expressing concern!" Beck exclaimed, trying not to snap back at her in exasperation.

"Well don't." Jade yells, ignoring her headache as she glares daggers at Beck. "I don't want to hear it. I don't want anything from you. I hate you." She screams.

She wants to hurt Beck the same way he had hurt her. She's expecting him to look at her in pain. She's expecting him to kick her out. What she's not expecting is the sly smirk that lights up Beck's face as he leans in close and whispers,

"Liar."

"Wh-what?" Jade stutters.

"I said you're a liar. I know you don't hate me. In fact, just last night you told me you loved me."

Jade's already pale skin turns paler. What the hell had she said last night? She was shaking with fury. She hated not being in control and she hated feeling so vulnerable. Angrily, she tried to stomp out, but Beck grabbed her and pulled her to his chest. Jade felt a sudden flash of déjà vu as she collided with his torso.

"No. I'm not letting you walk out the door this time." He states firmly. "We're going to talk."

"I don't want to talk." Jade screams, and to her horror, she notices tears of fury prickling at her eyes. Beck also notices, and before he can help himself, he tilts Jade's chin upwards and places a firm kiss on her plump lips.

Jade stops struggling in his arms but Beck's grip tightens on her as he pulls her closer, deepening the kiss as Jade parts her lips ever so slightly.

Jade wants to cry again, but this time from relief. It had been too long. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to be kissing Beck. The hole of emptiness that had been consuming her for so many weeks seemed to close up as she inhaled Beck's familiar scent. She can't even help the little moan that escapes her throat as Beck lightly bites her bottom lip, and she can feel him smirking against her mouth, thrilled at how responsive her body was to him.

She blames the lack of oxygen flowing to her brain for her actions, and as Beck finally pulls back for breath, Jade manages to get a hold of herself.

"No. No, you can't do that." She gasps, "I'm not some toy that you can pick and choose when to play with, Beck. You've really fucked me up, and I don't care what I said last night, I was drunk and wasn't thinking clearly."

"I wasn't drunk though, and I said it first." Beck admitted. This silences Jade.

"You love me?" she asks quietly.

"I do." Beck replies honestly. "And Jade, you are not a game to me. You know you're not."

And as Jade considers the sincerity in his eyes, she knows he's telling the truth.

"Okay. Well then... What do we do now?" Jade asks, her hungover brain working at a million miles per minute as she tried to comprehend the situation at hand.

Beck watches her silently for a while, soaking in her natural beauty. There she was in one of his tees, so big on her that it nearly covered the boxes completely. Her hair was out and messy but looked as silky smooth as always. Her face held no makeup, and as she bit her lip nervously, Beck felt a goofy smile light up his face as he observed how adorable she looked.

"I think we talk." He suggests, gesturing for Jade to sit next to him on his bed. Jade pauses momentarily, then grabs two Advil and plops herself down opposite him.

"Okay, talk." She says once she's swallowed the medicine.

"Cool." Beck smiles, and unable to help himself he leans forward and gives her a quick peck on the lips. Jade fights off a smile but Beck sees it anyway. A sly grin taking over his own features he asks her seriously, "Okay, so why don't you first tell me why you think Johnny Depp is your father."

Jade moans.

"I swear, I'm never drinking again."

"Nuh, you're oddly affectionate when you're drunk." Beck teases.

And as Jade throws his pillow at his face, her pale cheeks turning a rosy pink, Beck just knows they're going to be okay.

End.

Pretty please remember to review! I was so happy with the positive reaction to the first chapter, and it was actually the reviews that convinced me to post this "Next Morning" Fic.

Also, if you enjoyed this story, I think you'll like my other fic "Damage Control" so go check it out and be sure to leave a review there too.