Keeping to my promise :) Thanks to my reviewers, including Serene Cullen, JadeplusBeck, and lowlaury. Not really sure of what to do with this episode at first, just because Beck wasn't in it. So let's assume that he was sick.

And I would have updated a bit sooner, but testing this week. Sorry.

Monday

What was the point in giving her the key if she just kicked down the door? I am seriously running low on duck tape.

Drinking the glass of water my mom had left here and trying to relax, Jade barged through, with a look of clear vexation on her face. Startling me so much - that spit take was Oscar-worthy.

She let out a huff and sat down on the dry spot of my now soaked blanket.

I'm gonna guess right now: Tori?

"It's October 7th again," Jade rolled her eyes and pursed her lips, seething with a furious irritation.

I was confused. What was October 7th?

No. No. No. Did I forget something today? Today was not our anniversary was it?

Jade looked over to me, eyebrows raised as I tried to remember.

"Trina-has-no-talent-Vega's birth-week?" she pointed out.

Oh. Thank the heavens. Well, I was one Vega off.

And it being Trina made sense. She annoyed everyone, Jade especially. She honestly makes me wonder if Principal Ikner was on something when he let that girl roam the halls of Hollywood Arts.

"But, why does that bother you? It's not like she comes to our table to flaunt," I was somewhat befuddled by this new annoyance of my girlfriend's (that was added to the list of many others).

"Because her oh-so-precious sister, must spend all her time bothering us on what to get her," she snapped, a hint of steel in her voice.

Oh. Oh. Oh. As much as I wanted to point out that that wasn't so bad, I didn't. Because Beck gets nothing if he points it out.

Not that I'd get anything anyways, considering I'm sick.

"What'd you tell her to get her?"

"Talent."

Of course she did.

Tuesday

Apparently Tuesday was a step-down from Monday.

After a whole day of my mom trying to 'take care of me' (despite my useless protests), I was trying to quietly enjoying my nap to soothe my fatigued state; and then, there was a loud slamming sound. Nooooo... can I get ONE moment of peace?

Jade stormed through the RV door, clearly furious, which kind of made me nervous. Good God, did she assassinate someone when I was gone at school?

"Sinjin's an idiot," she looked absolutely murderous. Oh. That's it. Good, I was worried that we'd be planning Robbie's or Cat's or Tori's or André's funeral soon. And I wouldn't be there considering I have a raging headache and need water every twenty minutes.

"What did he do this time?" I tried not to look amused, but apparently, it failed.

"Don't laugh," she scowled. "You like to see that stalker bother me."

I shook my head, still failing at my attempt to turn my humored face into a solemn expression.

She looked even more outraged, and asked, "Why can't you just beat him up? Like a normal boyfriend?"

As the redness from my face vanished, I raised my eyebrows with curiousity.

"Since when were we a normal couple?"

This kept her quiet. Hoorah, I can nap again.

Wednesday

Feeling slightly better today, but not enough to actually attend school. Which I would do, if I wasn't. Although most kids would do anything to get out of school, I actually enjoyed classes at Hollywood Arts.

Just not Trina Vega's birthweek. That week kinda always sucks. Because Trina makes sure everyone knows its her birthday. And then makes everyone that knows worship the very ground she walks on with her very high heels.

Jade actually opened the door today, looking a bit thoughtful. So, apparently, no one's arm was ripped off on Wednesday.

"Would you write a song as a present for me?" she asked me. What? Write a song? When did contemplative Jade come in the door?

"Well, if I could write a song... I would," I said. It was true. According to a poll I was reading in a magazine (that my mom gave me today, I don't actually read women's magazines!) most girls find it the most sweet when a guy writes them a song. Damn that lucky bastard, Bieber.

And too bad for that, because besides singing, I don't really have much musical talent.

Besides, André's the one in our group that writes the songs.

I finally noticed that Jade was still quiet. I felt her forehead, just to make sure I hadn't passed my illness on to her. She really was acting odd today.

"Why?"

She shrugged, seeming very unresponsive. "Just... because, André's writing a song for Tori, to sing to Trina. And I've heard part of it, when André was playing at lunch, it was really good."

I was still confused. Firstly, Jade was complimenting someone? What the hell is going on?

Second, what did she want me to say to that?

"And..." I prodded her gently into continuing.

"And I was thinking; Trina doesn't deserve that song. There's no way André and Tori wrote it thinking of her," my girlfriend explained slowly, as if the thought process was coming to her as she was speaking.

"I'm still confused," I admitted. "What point are you trying to make?"

She finally shrugged. "I'm just saying, I think André wrote that song thinking of Tori, not her annoying sister."

"André and Tori?" I asked. Really? Well... I guess that'd be... pretty cool. They are pretty much joined to the hip as best friends nowadays. In fact, he wasn't able to hang out with me all last week because he was at her house.

"Hmmm...," I finally sad. "Interesting theory."

Thursday

Jade came in laughing.

Freaking laughing.

I don't know who did it, but when I find out, I'm going to send them flowers.

Feeling even more ill than Tuesday today, I was only able to give a weak, grave smile. "What- what are you laughing about?"

She sighed contentedly. Screw flowers, I'm going to get one of those planes to write 'Thank You,' in the sky to whoever has done this.

"Trina hated the song," she smiled happily. "I was right. And Tori was wrong."

Oh. Well, if it was Trina, then never mind.

But what was funny about that?

"And what else happened?" I was getting somewhat annoyed by the lack of knowing what was going on. This week seemed pretty eventful.

"And then she sold the song to producers, and told them she sang it," she shook her head with great amusement.

Well, that's an interesting twist; I could only imagine the look on Tori's face when she found this out.

"I also got Tori to drink coffee from the garbage," Jade randomly added on after a few seconds, as an afterthought.

I don't want to know how.

Friday

I swear, ever since Tori joined our school, our lives at Hollywood Arts could be turned into a TV show.

"Beyoncé?" I questioned.

"Mmhmm," Jade twirled a blue extension around her finger.

"Wow," I raised an eyebrow. "That kinda sucks... for all three of them."

"Yeah. But what's bad about that is whenever something bad happens to Trina, she's gotta come running over to complain to us," Jade explained with a sharp edge of aggravation.

"Man, I really wish I didn't miss this week. Seemed so eventful."

Jade raised an eyebrow. "Trust me, I'd rather trade places with you. You had it better here." What is she talking about? I've been stuck inside a freaking RV all week! I raised my eyebrows to dispute with her, her previous statement.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Really?"

"Really!"

The slightest smile that I loved to bring to her face crept up by the last 'Really.'

We were both standing, challenging each other to say something. Face-off.

One second. Still standing.

Two seconds. She has beautiful lips.

Three seconds. She took a step forward!

Four seconds. I'm just following her lead.

Five seconds. We're both leaning in.

And then we caved in to the unspoken rule of not kissing while being sick.

I really had no idea to write for this one, so sorry it's not all that original; and Jade actually does seem nicer than usual, which I'm guessing she sometimes is, around Beck, at least. Hoped you guys liked it better than I did :P