The atmosphere in the studio was relaxing compared to yesterday. Jacob was still worried. He watched as Jade sat in her chair, barely paying attention to what was happening on the monitor. She wasn't focused as she always had been. The scene would be done and she would yell "cut" half a minute after that. It wasn't that it hurt the scenes. What they were doing now was only the dialogues, which she had written and explained in her script to the last detail.

"Okay everyone, let's take a break. It's lunchtime." Jacob told them. Jade continued sitting in her chair. Her mind was somewhere completely else. She looked as if she would begin to cry every moment.

"Is she still upset about yesterday?" Andrew walked over to Jacob.

"I have no idea what's wrong. The first thing I told her this morning is that I talked to my boss and that we would get as much time as we need. That he wasn't even angry. He understood the situation and he thinks that Jade is doing a great job. I told her all that the moment she walked in this morning." Jacob explained; frustration and concern filling his voice. Andrew shook his head and walked over to the young Goth. The tall man stood in front of her. She didn't even glance at him. She didn't even acknowledge his presence.

"Miss West, what's wrong?" he crouched down so he would meet her gaze. She looked at him. He was a nice guy, and was genuinely concerned about her.

"Personal problems." She told him and looked over at Jacob. "I'm sorry. I don't feel well. Just… tell the others to follow the script." She said as she got up and left. Andrew and Jacob shared a defeated look. This wasn't about the movie right now. A colleague they both respected and grew fond off was seemingly going trough hell.

"Can we do the scenes without her?" Andrew asked the producer.

"Yeah, that's not the problem. She explained everything in such details that no actor could go wrong." Jacob answered, sighing at the end. "Let's go tell the others that we'll finish the dialogues today and take the rest of the week off."

"That's a good idea. Let's hope Miss West gets better by then." Andrew said as both men walked towards the dinner the crew were eating in.

Jade was sitting in the café she had gone to every morning since she came to Florida. Staring out of the window, she couldn't stop herself from remembering what she had done yesterday. She couldn't wait for Tori to call her. She wanted to know how Cat was. She wanted to get on the first plane back to Hollywood, go to Cat's house, break in if necessary and apologize to her. She wanted to talk to her. She wanted to see Beck again. She wanted to write songs with Andre again. She wanted to talk to Robbie about random things. She wanted to thank Tori for helping her again. She wanted to hug each one of them. Jade felt tears slowly sliding down her cheeks.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she noticed someone sitting down on the chair across of her.

"Jade, what's going on?" Jacob asked her, turning to the waitress and telling his order.

"I… had a fight yesterday with my best friend." Jade said without looking back at the producer.

"Can I know what it was about?"

"I… I was simply frustrated about the movie and everything. I was under so much stress and when she called she tried to calm me down. And all I did was scream at her and tell her to stop with her stupid attempts."

"Oh." Now it made sense to him. Jade talked about her friends all the time so Jacob had a good idea about everyone. And judging from what Jade had told him, he concluded she must be talking about Cat.

"I tried to call her again, but she had turned her phone off. I called Tori and she went to talk to her. Now, I'm simply waiting for her to call me back." Jade sighed, wiping away her tears.

"Well, if that's the problem, how about you go talk to her yourself?" Jacob asked, a small smirk forming on his lips. Jade finally looked at him, furring her brows in confusion. He took something out of his pocket and placed it on the table, pushing it in front of her and leaning back on his chair, seemingly happy with himself. She looked at the plane ticked in front of her and then back up at him, shock written all over her face.

"I want you to go home, see your friends, deal with everything, and then come back."

"But, the movie? I…"

"I gave everyone the rest of the week off. And since its Monday noon now, you have quite some time to spend at home." He said as he got up. "Come on, go pack your things. Your flight is in two hours." Jade got up and hugged him.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"Don't mention it." He said as he paid the check and got to his car. He waited for her and after 20 minutes, she came rushing down with her bag. They got in the car and went of to the airport.

"How did you know?" Jade asked him, finally the thought coming up in her mind.

"I didn't. Andrew thought that you were only homesick. And since that made sense to me, I got you the ticked and came to the café you always hang out in. And I thought since the studio gave us enough time to finish the movie the way you wanted to, I decided to give everyone, including myself, the week off. We deserve it." He explained. Jade only smiled.

"I'm glad that not every Hollywood producer is an asshole as everyone always makes them up to be."

"Well, many are. I'm simply still too young to be bitter and cold. But give it time and I'll become that, don't worry." He joked as he parked his car and they went out. As they waited for her flight, she took out her phone.

"Hey? What's up?" Beck answered in his typical manner.

"Hey, what are you doing?" she asked him, happy to hear his voice.

"On my way to class. Aren't you working?"

"Can you come and pick me up today at the airport. My plane lands around 9." She told him.

"You're coming home?" he asked, shock mixing with happiness at that thought.

"Mhm. I got the week off. I'll explain everything to you tonight."

"Oh, thank you God! I'll pick you up!" she chuckled at his childish excitement.
"Have you seen Cat?" she asked him, her smile fading now.

"I did." He answered, the excitement fading from his voice. "Tori told me what happened. It'll be okay. I know you were under a lot of stress."

"How is she?"

"She… she's hasn't really said a word the whole day. She is simply upset, but you know her. When you come home, you can go talk to her."

"What if she doesn't want to talk to me?"

"Then hell is really going to freeze over." He joked, trying to calm her down.

"Jerk." She chuckled. "I have to go now. See you tonight."

"See you. Love you." He said as he hung up. He couldn't keep the smirk off his face, but he wouldn't tell the others. It would be way more fun to see their faces when they see her next day.

The seven hours of flying didn't go by without Jade going trough every possible scenario. How would Cat react? Would she want to talk to Jade? Would she simply ignore her? What if Jade really did it this time and Cat hated her now? What if Cat simply ignored it and understood? No, that one wasn't possible. Not with Cat. Jade took her laptop out and updated the new schedule. She looked at the extra time they got and made more than enough room for the final and most complicated scene. She was also happy to read the email from Jeff. They realized what was wrong in the first place and fixed it. They also made more prosthetics this time so they have enough reserves.

Jade spent the last two hours of the flight picking songs and musical tracks for certain scenes. She understood that music and sound could make or break a film, and she knew exactly which pieces she wanted for what part. She sent that list to the sound guys, who would find the tracks and tell her what they thought.

The plane finally landed in Hollywood. Jade got her luggage and walked outside. Her pace quickened as she saw Beck leaning on his car, looking around for her. He began walking her way, hugging her when she finally got to him. He picked her up and spun her around a few times before placing her back down and kissing her for dear life. After a minute, he pulled away and looked at her emerald green eyes.

"God, how I missed you." He said as he hugged her again.

"I missed you too." She told him and hugged him back. They placed her things in his car and drove of to his RV.

"Does anyone else know you are here?" Beck asked, turning his head to look at her. After a hundred and two days, he had a hard time of not looking at her.

"No. I didn't tell anyone. I found out today myself."

"How come you got the week off? I thought you fell behind schedule."

"We did. That was why I was so angry about. And then I yelled at Cat…" she said, her expression changing to a sad one again. "Jacob and Andrew saw that I was sad. They thought I was simply homesick, and since the studio gave us more time to finish the movie, Jacob gave us the rest of the week off. He came over to the café I'm always in and simply gave me the ticked."

"Wow, a Hollywood producer that isn't an idiot. How lucky are you?" Beck joked, happy that project wasn't in jeopardy after all.

"I know. Everyone is great to me there. I really am lucky." She said as Beck pulled into his driveway. He took her luggage and carried it into his RV while Jade walked in before him and dropped herself onto his bed.

"It's not a king sized bed in Florida, but I know you like it." He said with a smirk as he lied down next to her. She leaned her head onto his chest and cuddled closer to him, enjoying the moment as he placed his arm around her and pulled her closer. They lied there like this for a while, before Jade spoke up.

"I need to see Cat."

"I'll drive you there." Beck said without hesitation.

"What if she doesn't want to talk to me?" Jade asked, looking at Beck with concern.

"Only one way to find out." He said as he took his car keys. He drove her over to her place and stopped the car in front of Cat's house.

"When you are done, call me." He told her as she collected her thoughts and got out of the car. "Good luck." He told her before driving off.

She walked over to the door, standing there for a few minutes, collecting her courage. She was nervous. She had done this many times with Cat. Jade knew that she wasn't the greatest with people and that she treated them badly at times, but she had never done something like this. Not under those circumstances. And she was scared. She was scared that her best friend wouldn't want to talk to her.

After breathing in one more time, she knocked on the door. The moment froze when a certain redhead opened the door and saw who was standing there.