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Locked Up
Beck didn't mind being locked in jail. Ever the optimist, he completely believed that he would get out. He knew Andre could handle himself, as could Tori (along with her new 'friends'.) Cat had her prison gang, and Robbie was beneath notice.
Jade, however, was known for making enemies, didn't know when enough was enough, and worst of all, pretended that she had no fear. She said that wasn't afraid of jail, that she wasn't afraid of the woman of the with the big stick, and that it didn't even cross her mind that she could be hurt. She would never, ever admit she was scared to anyone. She crumble and freak out on the inside, but never say a word about it. To anyone.
Except Beck.
They met on either sides of the fence at night. Their hand intertwined, the cold diamonds of the metal gate imprinting shapes on their wrists. Beck pressed his forehead against the offending fence.
"Well this sucks." Jade whispered, leaning towards him.
Beck sighed and didn't say anything.
"Beck?" She tilted her head to look at him. "What's wrong, babe?"
Beck half laughed, half choked and reached through the fence to stroke Jade's cheek.
"I couldn't stand watching you, with the woman with the stick. And just… just not being able to help you." He shuddered and took a breath. "Because of a stupid metal gate."
He had to stop because of the overwhelming feeling over taking him. It was nothing he had really felt, never truly experienced. It was, for the first time, fear.
"I'll get you out of here, Jade." He whispered to her. "I promise."
Jade smirked and laughed. Beck sent her a look, meant to reprimand her for teasing him. She looked at him and it actually registered in her that he actually was scared. For her. Her mocking gin faded and she became sincere.
"I know you will." She leaned her forehead against his and kissed him through the bars of their cells, or rather the links of the gate. Beck sighed, wishing he could hug her, embrace her, and hide her form all the evils in the world.
"I love you." He murmered.
"I know."
"And I love you too."
The words, those three words tossed around so carelessly, used to describe one's affection for pizza, or for the weekend, were not enough to describe the emotions churning in the corner around the two teenagers. There was love, certainly, crazy irrational love, but there was also fierce protectiveness, undeniable connection, and unquestionable devotion.
They would later escape the prison, and they would get back to LA. Parents would come to get their children. Robbie's parents pulled up in their SUV, Andre's grandma in her car, Trina and Tori's dad in his police crusier, and Cat's mom and brother in a sleek mercades. Beck left, to get his car being held at a long-term parking lot. But no one came for Jade.
She stood in the empty parking lot. The lights cast fake, fluorescent light everywhere, reflecting of abandoned cars and sending daggers of brightness everywhere. Jade wrapped her arms around her body, as if to shield herself from the cold and from herself. But then suddenly there was another pair of arms there, strong golden arms, safe and warm. Beck.
"You came back?" She said, hardly daring to believe it.
He held out a white and blue cup to her, black coffee with two sugars.
"Babe, I never left."