You Have Lips Like an Angel
Three months and four days. Not that she was counting. But it had been so long, and still she felt jealous of her ex seeing someone new.
She acted the same mundane way every day. Wake up, go to school, forge a smile, mingle, come home, and go to sleep.
She still had her showers, but she wasn't eating as much anymore, the same as any form of personal care. She cut her jet black hair into a short bob, no longer bothering about styling it, and rather, just washing it, brushing it and walking around with it. Even the natural brown was beginning to grow back, and the dark blue streaks had completely grown out.
She didn't put as much effort into covering up her mutilated wrists, but no one was game enough to talk to her about it. Beck wasn't talking to her at all, mostly due to her avoiding him, and his girlfriend being the jealous type.
Then she crept up to the phone, and without thinking twice, dialled his number.
Three rings later, at one-twenty in the morning, on a Friday, he picked up the phone.
"Hello? Who is this?" He asked, slightly whispering into the phone.
"Beck!" She squealed back, ecstatic that he had finally spoken to her after at least three months of nothing. But that was it, before she randomly broke out in tears while trailing back in depressing thoughts.
"Jade? Is that you?"
"Yes." She replied, trying to muffle her crying.
"Why are you calling me so late?"
"I don't know.
"Tori's asleep right next to me. I really shouldn't be talking to you."
"Well then, I just though you cared." She sobbed, now making it obvious she was crying.
"Jade!" He whisper-yelled. "Stop crying."
"I'm sorry." She snapped, sarcastically.
"Just hold on a second. I'm going into another room." He paused briefly, and then pulled the phone back up to his mouth when he was in the bathroom. "What's wrong?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you crying? Are you okay?"
"Are you kidding me? You know I'm not okay. I miss you."
"I miss you too." He whispered into the phone, trying not to be too loud.
"No you don't. You moved on to Tori. Remember?"
"Jade, Tori is sleeping in a different room, I still wish it was you half of the time. If I'd had moved on do you really think I would be talking to you at one in the morning instead of being with her?"
"Beck?" Jade softened, realising how much he poured his heart into that.
"I still love it when you say my name, I want to run over to you so much, but I hold back every time. It is so hard to be faithful to Tori. I don't call that moving on."
"I didn't realise, I'm sorry."
"It's okay."
"So why did you answer the phone so late?"
"I was expecting you."
"Expecting me?"
"I have stayed up so long waiting for you to talk to me, so I could at least get some closure."
"I did that to you?"
"I did that to us." He answered before Jade abruptly hung up.
Jade flopped back on her bed, trying to configure what had just happened. Beck almost said he loved her, yet she still felt cheated.
She couldn't tell if it was because Beck might have done the same thing to Tori while they were together, or if she had only thought of her own problems up until that moment, when she realised that other people had worse than her.
She tried to sleep that night, but kept stirring about.
Beck, on the other hand, fell asleep on the bathroom floor, his face pressed hard against the cold tiles. He was still talking to Jade in his dreams.
Trina woke him up later that morning when she was screaming through the door. He heard his alarm going off as well. He pushed himself up, off the stone-cold floor. Switched off the alarm on his phone, and unlocked the bathroom door.
"Don't sleep in the bathroom next time!" She snapped, before pushing him out and locking the door behind him.
Beck walked back into Tori's room and kissed her on the cheek, waking her up in the process.
"Good morning." She beamed.
"School." He reminded her.
"Aw."
"C'mon sleepyhead."
"Can't we just stay here?"
"Nope. Up you get."
"How come you're up early?"
"Trina..."
"Say no more." She chuckled before pushing the covers off herself and reaching out for Beck's hand.
He lifted her up and caught her as she tripped and fell into his arms.
"Breakfast?"
"I'd love some."
They walked downstairs, where Mrs. Vega had already prepared some eggs and bacon and laid it out on the table with some juice. He thought back to the time that he made Jade bacon and eggs one morning and then she got mad at him because she was a vegan. At least she knew how to make good vegan food.
He tried not to speak much, especially with Trina around, because he didn't want anyone, especially Tori, asking what he was doing in the bathroom.
They headed off to school, where Beck made sure to walk past all of the places Jade would hide. He even tried the janitor's closet, but the janitor had been keeping that place locked up after all the incidents that happened in there.
When he had given up all hope of finding her, he just hung around with Tori glumly, for the rest of the day.
When he got home, without Tori this time, he picked up his phone and he called Jade. He hadn't seen her for weeks, seeing as she cut almost every class they had together, and she would just generally hide.
She answered her phone, with a lot of loud voices all around.
"Hello?" She yelled into the phone, plugging her other ear with her finger.
"Jade, where are you?"
"Somewhere." She answered, sounding a lot cheerier than she had in a while.
"Somewhere, where?"
"Don't you have a girlfriend to get back to?"
"I'm home alone."
"So why'd you call me?"
"I felt like telling you that I dreamt about you last night."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I dreamt of you too."
"Do you miss us?"
"Does Tori know about us?"
"I don't think so."
"Don't you think it might start a fight?"
"Maybe."
"Beck!" She scolded him.
"She doesn't have a clue. I don't want to be with her anyway."
"So why are you?"
"I thought I did. I thought we might be happy together. But we're too happy."
"Too happy? What load of bull is that?"
"You made our relationship interesting; exciting even. Tori is too much of a perfect girlfriend."
"Is that a compliment or an insult?"
"I mean, she doesn't do anything to make me want this relationship. I don't know why, but I want you back."
"Well I'll be out of here in twenty minutes. I can come over."
"I'd love..." He began.
"Just as friends."
"I'd love to hang out with a friend."
"Nice save. I'll see you soon." She finished before hanging up.
She put her phone back into her purse and let the hairdresser finish gluing in her extensions. She knew that extensions were only what fake people were, and honestly, she hated them, but she had finally taken an interest in her appearance again. Something about her and Beck's conversation earlier that morning made her happier and more confident. So she started by getting her hair back.
She changed it black so that the extensions wouldn't stand out so much, and she put her blue streak back in. Something she'd been neglecting to do for a while.
Then she paid the lady who fixed her hair, walked down the road to the second-hand clothes store, and raided the whole place for something better than her loose, grey sweatshirt and baggy, black track pants.
One long sleeved black shirt, one pair of dark blue skinny jeans and one pair of black ballet flats later and twenty five dollars later, she was all ready to go to Beck's house.
She didn't fit into most of her old clothes, seeing as she'd lost so much weight by unintentionally starving herself, so this was the first time she'd been clothes shopping in over four months. Since then she'd just been wearing extremely loose shirts, and belts with every pair of jeans.
She walked the twenty five minute distance to her ex-boyfriends house, tossing her old clothes in one of those charity clothes collecting bins.
She pulled out her phone and sent him a text as soon as she got there, and felt so happy when she finally embraced the warmth of human contact, after going so long without it.
"You changed your hair?" He asked, more complementing than questioning.
"I fixed my hair." She corrected.
"You look beautiful." He told her, as he pushed a strand away from her face, then leaning in for a kiss. Jade followed suit, and held her head up in anticipation, before reality struck and she jerked her head away.
"You have a girlfriend." She reminded him, as she pushed herself back.
"Not anymore."
"What did you do?"
"I rang Tori and I told her I still loved you."
"So you took her heart and crushed it into little pieces?" She questioned, very sarcastically.
"Jade."
"Well that's what it sounds like."
"It sounds horrible when you phrase it like that."
"It is what it is."
"Okay, yes." He surrendered, before leaning in for a kiss, this time being successful. He pulled her closer and embraced every part of her. The way her hair still smelt freshly dyed, the way her clothes had that new-but-used feel, and fact that her lips were still just as soft as they had been years ago when he first fell in love with her.
The lips of an angel.
Can people read their own stories and fall in love with them? I don't know. Is it allowed?
Anyway, I got this song three days ago. I've been writing this story for one and a half days, and then I had this song on repeat.
The play count is now up to 45.
I'm not even over the song yet.
Any who, for those of you who didn't guess, or didn't know the song, it was Lips of an Angel by Hinder.
Oh wow, I almost wrote Hitler then. How awkward.
Anyway, I'm blabbing on, please review. This is my favourite story so far. I'd love your opinion.
Luvv ya'll,
xxMini