Wow. I'm a whole season behind. Exactly a season, to be precise.

Well, I kinda hit a small writer's block, but I will really try to update this story more often.

"What!" Jade's front door swung open in response to three annoying knocks on the door.

Beck grinned at her knowingly. She rolled her eyes, and disappeared into her house, leaving the door open to allow him inside.

Inside, she swirled around to face him, looking slightly abashed (or as abashed as Jade could possibly look). Beck smiled widely a second time.

"André told me," he informed her simply. She rolled her eyes a second time.

"Really? Fake makeup?" he asked, more amused than disappointed. But then his tone turned serious, "You promised to try and be more nice to her."

Jade groaned. "I did. I went and helped her clean the theater. I got her out of detention. That's as far as it's gonna go," she protested.

"You did what?" Beck was shocked. Jade helped? She had to be kidding.

"Am I being punk'd?" he looked around cautiously for a hidden camera. "Are you saying you and Tor-"

"Don't. say. her. name," Jade hissed venomously, actually placing hands over her ears to block out the words. Realizing he had stopped speaking, she removed her hands, and spoke, "And no. We're not friends."

"Well, then... what are you?" Beck was still curious. Could the relationship between the two girls actually be improving?

Jade paused for a moment, when suddenly, the phone rang.

He stared at her. "Aren't you going to get that?"

"It's not important," she shrugged it off.

"Go get it," he insisted.

"No!" she adamantly refused, before she succumbed for his stare; the one that made her want to be a better person.

Stalking off into the dimly-lit kitchen, she wondered, What are Tori and I now? Certainly not friends. She was sure of that much.

Beck noticed Jade's PearPhone falling out of her monkey fur purse on the staircase, and as he picked it up, it beeped, signaling an incoming text message.

It was from Tori.

Making sure his girlfriend was still talking on the phone (though it sounded like she was snapping at the person: that most likely meant it was her mother), he tiptoed back to the phone and picked it up.

'Hey' was all it said.

Curious, Beck replied back, trying to sound as Jade like as possible.

'How the hell did you get my number?' he felt a little bad about sending that, but a simple 'hi' might be too suspicious. It took Tori a while to reply.

'Cat. And I just wanted to say... I had fun dancing & ditching. And thanks for making Lane take back my detention hours.' Beck clutched the phone, looking shocked. 'Dancing & ditching?' What did that mean?

"Having fun there?" Jade came out of the kitchen with her hands on her hips, eyebrows raised.

Beck jumped, and tried not to let out a surprised, high-pitched scream as he dropped the phone. Jade strode over to where it lay on the floor and picked it up suspiciously.

"What the hell? Since when did Tori have my phone number?"

"Cat," Beck explained, putting his hands in his pocket. "Um... what does dancing and ditching mean?"

"Nothing," Jade covered up quickly. Hearing silence in reply, she finally added on, "We were cleaning food off the walls while listening to music and... dancing," she reluctantly admitted ",and when the security guard joined us, we ditched."

"Oh. So, you're friends now," Beck was quick to assume.

"We're acquaintances. Nothing more."

Beck nodded and sighed, and then glanced at the staircase, to see some more contents of Jade's purse falling out. Makeup. Red lipstick and black eyeshadow. Which reminded him...

"Question. Were you planning on telling me that you faked it the whole time?"

Jade clenched her teeth. Since when did this become an interrogation? "No. You would've said said something."

Beck was now getting mildly frustrated. "So, you don't trust me?" he questioned.

"Why should I?" Jade shot back. "Ever since you went and kissed her," her eyes flashed angrily in a furious glare.

Beck just stood there, taking in his girlfriend's rage. Is that why she's been extra bitter to everyone lately?

Quiet. Soundlessness. Hush.

No one said anything for a whole minute. The silence was killing them both.

He looked at the ground, dropping his gaze from the eyes that he could usually tame with a look. "I thought you had forgotten that."

"How could I?" she cried, and he could tell how much pain she was still in from that one moment that he assumed they were over. "It's hard to forget when I see her every day."

Beck closed his eyes. He should have been a bit more sensitive. But did she really hate Vega that much?

"I guess taking advantage of stage actions has been creating a lot of problems for us lately," he spoke at last.

She just nodded, and stuck her hand out. "Truce," she asked, as though they were kindergarteners, sorting out who gets the blue crayon first.

Beck raised his eyebrows at this uncharacteristically nice agreement his girlfriend had set out. He stared at her for a moment, as though analyzing her to make sure she wasn't replaced by a benevolent version of the spiteful Jade.

Then, he nodded, and reached out to take her hand and shake it. "Truce." He smiled as he pulled her into a hug.

Which turned into a kiss.

Short, but hopefully sweet. This was more of a Jori episode, but I made it work.