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Chapter 6

JADE'S POV

"And...it's done!" I exclaimed happily placing the last pillow on Cat's new bed. I put my hands on my waist and admired our work, while my redheaded friend jumped up and down excited. I have to admit, her room turned out really great, even if it had nothing to do with mine or my taste.

Cat chose the guest-room next to my room which had a view of the garden and the pool, as her current bedroom. It was quite spacious with lavender walls, wooden floors and big white windows that led to a small balcony, like in my room. After helping her move most of her stuff here we started decorating.

The white bed was covered with blankets and sheets in the shades of pink and purple and colorful pillows, while on the walls pictures of bunnies and unicorns were hang. On my dismay, on the shelves were placed tones of stuffed animals and pictures of her family and her friends. In a corner next to her desk with the orange chair, was a big pink armchair that she forced me to move from her house to mine, since it was her favorite and couldn't leave without it.

"Oh Gosh! Jade, it's so beautiful." She said to me and gave me a hug. I stayed there standing awkwardly waiting for her to stop but smiled because my best friend was so happy.

"It looks like a 12-year-old's room." Sometimes I really can't help it. I have to say what I'm thinking otherwise I think I'll explode, which I'd love but anyway. That's a lot of unicorns and pink! Although, the bunnies are the best part of her room. Cat frowned and shook her head like she didn't listen any of my words.

"When is Tori coming?" She changed subject, sitting on her favorite armchair.

"Around five. She'll come to help us with all of your clothes." I replied and rested against the wall.

The rest of my day, I spent it reading the "Scissoring". I needed some bloody scenes to make it up to all this pink I saw today. A few hours later and before Tori came I decided to walk around the house. It was a habit of mine, wandering around the hallways and checking every single room just to clear my mind and think. I was thinking about Beck. Again. Actually there wasn't a moment when I wasn't thinking about Beck. Even in my sleep... It's so weird because it's the first time I feel that way. It's the first time I care about someone else except me.

I passed the main bathroom and the first guest room lost in my thoughts, till I reached my parents' bedroom. For a moment I didn't feel like opening the door, I just stood there without moving. After thinking about it though, I grabbed the doorknob and opened it slowly. The room was clean and everything was in the right order, the way my parents left it. It was like someone was still living in here, like someone was still sleeping on that bed or using the perfumes on the dresser... But that wasn't true.

Now memories and emotions surged into my soul like a storm. I could picture my mom getting ready for the day in front of the mirror, wearing this white silky robe, that still smelled like her and my dad reading the morning newspaper sitting on his armchair by the window with the glasses I found so funny on him. I could see my-five-year-old-self crawling to their bed because I was scared of the sounds the tree outside my room made at night. I was between them feeling like no one could hurt me. I was safe.

In the other corner of the room I could see myself asking my mom to comb my hair with her silver brush. I took a few reluctant steps towards the dresser made out of dark wood. My fingers touched the silver object and I could feel the tears threatening to start running down my cheeks. I held the brush and brought it closer, caressing it. I was holding it so cautiously like it was the most fragile and precious thing in the world. But then I realized that that's what it was. It was something my mom had. I run the comb through my dark locks and one tear escaped and then one more and one more, until I found myself sobbing uncontrollably.

I never surpassed their death. It's something that will haunt me forever, something I'll never get over, even if sometimes people think I've forgot it. Although I have to deal with it. You have to deal with your fears if you want to feel a little better, don't you think?

With tear stains still on my cheeks, I grabbed a picture of my mother when she was around my age. She was sitting on the black grand piano, which was now in the middle of our enormous living room. Both of her hands were flying across the long ivory keys and a small smile was formed on her beautiful face.

I blinked a few times to make the blurred vision go away and remembered all these times I was playing. All these emotions which could never be described. Maybe it was like flying. Maybe it was like travelling somewhere only I knew. In any case, it felt different. When I was playing I was never alone but at the same time I was. When I was listening to all these wonderful sounds that came out of my piano I could forget all of my troubles and fears. I was putting my heart into every song I played, while goose bumps appeared on my skin.

That's when I made the decision. I'll start playing again.

BECK'S POV

A beautiful sound, one I haven't heard in a long time, flooded the room. This noise was the sound of little sleigh bells and angels singing mixed into one magical combination. I felt the sadness of the music seep into my body slowly and spread throughout my veins. The song I heard was familiar and drew my curiosity more and more. So, I slowly opened the door of the West residence, afraid that this was a dream and one wrong step would make the music disappear forever. Though, that didn't happen when I pushed the door with a slight creak.

The sight in front of me was a beautiful vision. A vision I hadn't seen in the last two years. The old Jade West was back, sitting in front of the majestic Yamaha piano. She wasn't just playing music, I felt like she was pouring her soul into the song. Her delicate fingers were dancing along the keys and her eyes were closed. I stood there, behind her admiring the talented person in front of me.

When her parents died, Jade lost a part of herself. A few days after the accident she swore she wouldn't play again. At first I thought it was because of the shock but when I realized she meant it I started worrying about her, because one of her biggest dreams was to become an excellent pianist. Two years later she was back.

With the next step I made, I hit my foot on a little table and made her stop and turn around. We were just staring at each other for a minute, like we always did.

"That was fantastic." I said in the happiest tone and approached her.

"Thank you." She responded shyly.

"Please, don't stop." For the first time in her life, Jade did as she was told. She kept on playing another melody. I sat next to her, with our shoulders touching. When she finished, she turned to face me smiling.

"You're playing again." I stated.

"I am." She whispered and rested her head on my shoulder lightly.

"And I'm glad." I wrapped my hand around her shoulder and rubbed her arm softly. I left a kiss on top of her head and she looked up at me again.

For a moment I thought about kissing her. I gazed at her red lips and licked mine. Knowing I wanted her, she smirked and leaned a bit closer. That's what I did too, since my brain wasn't working properly. I leant so close that our foreheads were touching. No one spoke for a while and no one moved. Our breaths were one. I closed my eyes and that was when the doorbell rang.

Scared and surprised at the same time we jumped up. Jade went to open the door and I stood up following her to see who ruined one more moment of us together. It was Tori.

"Hey guys!" She greeted us cheerfully and stepped inside.

"Hey!" Jade said a little less happy with her best-friend's arrival.

"Hi, Tor. Um..." I joined in the awkward conversation.

"Um..." Jade murmured.

"I'm going to take some papers and then go back to the office. That's why I came in the first place." I told them, looking at Jade while running my fingers through my hair.

"Ok. Um...It was nice seeing you Beck." She answered politely and headed to her room with Tori.

"Thank you for your time Mr. Reynolds." Ian said to the boring 50-something -year old in front of us getting out of his chair. I followed his moves and stood up to shake his hand feeling exhausted because of this awfully boring meeting. Well, no. It went great for us and for the company, but still my mind was with Jade. I couldn't stop thinking about her and what I should do with her. I mean I want something to happen between us but at the same time I don't, because I can't.

"You remind me of your father Ian. You are the best thing that could happen to this company." He said before opening the door and Ian held his hand with appreciation, nodding.

"I'm off kids. Beckett, send your parents my greetings."

"I will, sir." And finally he was gone.

"God, I thought I'd die of boredom." Ian exclaimed relieved sitting on his chair and we burst out laughing.

"Man, thank God it's over!" I continued laughing when the phone started ringing. Ian answered and I was immediately lost in my thoughts once more this day. The only thing I could think of was Jade. Her silky black hair and the sound of her laughter and those smart blue eyes... I knew what she did was to catch my attention and she was doing a damn great job. All her attempts to do so, made me think more and more of her.

"Hey!" Ian waved his hand on front of my face. "What are you thinking about Beck?"

"Um... " I started saying and I could feel my cheeks turn red.

"Or should I say who are you thinking of?" He raised his eyebrow and looked at me with a grin.

"Oh, screw you. No one!" I let out a laugh, cause what else could I say? I'm thinking of your pretty hot sister?

"Beckett, we've been friends since the age of 2! I know you better than anyone." The mention of my full name made me angrier but I stayed quiet for a while.

"Well, it's just a girl. I don't know if I want something to happen. She'll get me in trouble for sure. It's complicated." So, that was partly the truth.

"Who's that girl? Do I know her?" He asked with excitement.

"I really don't want to talk about her right now. I just have to forget her. Or at least try to." I sounded miserable.

"Ok. You know what you need?"

"What?"

"A men's night out. We'll call the guys and arrange something. We can go to Winston's. I can make a reservation. You'll find a chick to fool around and that's it."

"I don't know. We've work to do."

"Shut up. I'm the boss. I give you the day-off! Now, go get ready." He ordered and I couldn't say no, cause that was actually a good idea. Maybe forgetting Jade was the only solution.

That's it! What did you think? Any suggestions? Oh I almost forgot! Some of you want me to keep this story T rated and others M. So, I'll try to please everyone and make you happy. What I'm going to do is write the M version but I'll inform you guys so you can stop reading. In other words the M will be like an extension of a chapter! Could this work? Thanks for your wonderful reviews once more! I want more though! :P

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