/JADE/

Okay, this was actually bordering on ridiculous. Stupid Sikowitz and his "get along" ideas. I scowl up at the ceiling, swinging my legs up to drape over the couch, watching the ceiling fan rotate in calm spinning circles. I wanted absolutely no part in this dumb blog, in fact I refused to acknowledge it. Just because Vega and I were now forced to work together, didn't change anything about our non-existent relationship and I made sure to make it clear the whole way to her house.

"...You know this still doesn't mean we're friends."

"I know, Jade. You've said that about five times now."

"I only agreed to make this stupid blog because I absolutely refuse to touch chewed up gum."

"You have also said that. Repeatedly."

We still weren't friends. I wasn't even considering us as work associates. I didn't know what to even classify us as, but I knew as sure as chiz I wasn't letting her get any closer to me. I was still thoroughly determined to erase it, eliminate and destroy any comfort or...warmth I had ever felt with her. Yeah, I was aware I was beginning to sound like a broken record but it was true. I had to keep repeating it to remind myself.

It was dangerous giving Vega all this power over me.

I roll over to my side and click my tongue against the roof of my mouth in sheer boredom, letting out a long exaggerated sigh. I noticed the sound annoyed Tori, her finger gripping the pen a little tighter. Okay, so I suppose you could say there were a few small perks to this horrendous arrangement. Tori echoes my sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers and holds up another scrap of paper, the frustration clearly written on her face.

"What about "VegaWestAwesomeBlog?" I gag audibly and Tori groans, crumpling it up to toss amongst the pile of other rejected URL names. "Well you come up with a name then! I've been brainstorming all these suggestions and you hate them all!" I leave my face blank and emotionless, pulling out my scissors to start cutting up the papers which were littered around the living room. Tori leans her head back on the couch. "Jade, look. It's been three hours and if you want to sulk like a baby-"

My head jerks up, the blades slicing through a suggestion for "TJBlogItUp."

"I'm not sulking. I'm bored. There's a distinct difference in how I'm acting. Of course, you wouldn't know that." I snap back, watching Tori's brown eyes darken.

Wow. This getting along plan was working so well.

"Okay. Maybe we just need a little break?" I can hear the forced cheerfulness in Tori's voice, my eyes rolling towards the back of my skull. "Sikowitz said we had to come up with a name tonight and it's making us all tense and pushy. I'll go make us some coffee. Maybe that'll help." I only grunt in response, trying to see how thin I could slice up the URL "JadeIsAwesomeAndToriIsStupid."

Personally, I really liked that one.

I hear Vega make her way around her kitchen, listening to the familiar sounds of clinking cups and the cupboards opening and closing, the whistle of the tea pot on the stove. That's when the severe jolt of déjà vu hits me, the intense and overpowering sensation almost making me drop my scissors.

Barely a few weeks ago, I had been lying unconscious on this couch. Tori had rescued me that night, brought me back to her house and she had made us coffee. The same night those guys... and Beck - the night he had decided to give up on me. Fuck. It seemed like such a long time ago now. But the images were still as sharp as glass, just as cutting and cruel as they were that night.

"Black with two sugars, right?" Tori wanders back over with two steaming mugs and I can only nod. I could feel the atmosphere shift between us, both of us realizing we'd accidentally stumbled into the memory. Tori pretends not to notice and gives me a small smile, setting the mugs down on the table before tucking her knees up to her chest. She was burning with questions, I could practically see them lingering on her lips but she keeps quiet about it. I assumed she was either respecting my privacy, or actually had more than one brain cell knocking around up there. It was a good thing. Even though I hadn't openly talked about the events of that night, it still didn't mean the pain wouldn't try and cripple me then and there. She almost seemed to understand how I worked - except that was impossible.

"So since you've decided none of the two hundred URL's are acceptable-"

"I liked Jade-Is-Queen-and-Tori-Can't-Act." Vega shoots me a glare.

"- we still have yet to come up with a blog name." I shrug and pick up my cup of coffee, pretty impressed Vega had managed to get the consistency and the shade the perfect color again. I let the rising steam heat my cheeks before taking a sip, a rush of relief I could taste it this time around.

"There is literally no point to this, Tori. Nothing is going to change just because we're making a blog."

"Making a blog...making a blog. Make a blog!" Tori suddenly jumps up excitedly with a snap of her fingers and I have to cradle my coffee to stop it from spilling. I throw her a glare but she ignores it, uncapping her pen to scribble down the new invented name, pointing at it with way too much enthusiasm. I purse my lips, studying the inked in letters on the page.

"toriandjademakeablog. Why the chiz should your name go first?"

"Because I thought of it?"

"Because of what I said. Plus we're only here because you can't read stage directions."

"I can so too, read stage directions!"

"Then why do I have your hand print on my right cheek?" I watch Vega's nostrils flare in annoyance.

"I said I was sorry like fifty times!" She pinches the bridge of her nose. "Alright, fine. Rock, paper, scissors to decide the name?"

"You know I'm already choosing scissors."

"Well maybe you're getting predictable."

Oh.

"Never say that to me again."

"Hold on a sec, I think I have a quarter and we'll toss for it." Tori huffs and opens up her bag, reaching down inside to root around.

I watch her poke around her comedic sized monster purse with a scowl. I, myself had an easily accessible quarter in my pocket, but she wasn't having it.

She finally fishes the coin out with a grin, placing it on her palm.

"Heads or tails?" I can't help but quirk my lips into a smirk.

"I've always preferred to call it heads or entrails." Tori shudders in disgust but surprisingly goes along with the name change.

"Fine. Heads or...entrails?"

"Heads."

We both watch as the quarter flips through the air, landing with a spin on the coffee table. In the tense moment, I press forward with a triumphant grin, seeing the coin lay flat and the face of good old George Washington staring back at me. I stand up and take the pen from Tori's hand, crossing out her handwriting to replace with my own, capping the pen with satisfaction.

"jadeandtorimakeablog? Great choice, Vega."

A/N: Jade just can't help but tease Tori, can she? Problem is, Vega's giving it back... with interest.
Fun blog fact: the blog was originally going to be toriandjademakeablog. Now wouldn't that be weird?
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