Jade's POV

Kris and I had gone to the park after sushi to meet up with some friends of him. I watched them play a game of soccer until Kris invited me in the game. I said yes, mainly because I was bored out of my mind.

It was actually kind of fun. His friends were pretty burly so I could run circles around them before they even had time to turn their neck. We stayed at the park until about 7:30 when the sun started to go down.

He had dropped me off at home when I told him I had homework to do, and drove off, no questions asked. I went inside, took a shower and got ready for my house guest. Finally, I sent him a text to let him know it was safe to come over, and waited in my living room impatiently.

Beck's POV

I drove straight to Jade's house as soon as she sent me a text that Kris had left. Our moment in the restroom earlier still had me excited. We'd managed to get away with it, which only made me want to push further.

I parked in Jade's driveway and walked up to her door, more than ready to see her again. I knocked but no one answered. I tried the doorbell, but still nothing. She just text me so she must be here.

Maybe this is some kind of game? I tried the doorknob but it was locked; I don't think this is a game. I pressed my ear against the door and heard some kind of machine running.

"Jade?" I called through the door a few times. She didn't respond. Now I'm starting to worry.

I ran around the side of her house to find the only opening to be a window into her kitchen. I jumped up from the short brick wall surrounding her house and scaled the wall. I pushed the screen through and climbed my way in, landing on my feet in the kitchen sink.

I jogged into the living room to see Jade unconscious on her couch with pieces of black fabric on her lap and a large sewing machine still going on her coffee table.

"Jade!" I yelled to her when I got near, she was still breathing. I kneeled on the floor and tried to shake her a bit. "Jade! Wake up! Jade? Can you hear me?"

She stirred a bit and her eyes fluttered open. She looked around a bit confused, and sat up shakily.

"Jade?" I said, close to tears. "Can you hear me? Are you okay?"

"Mmm," She nodded slowly and rubbed her eyes. "Why are you yelling at me? And how did you get in?"

"Oh my god," I exhaled deeply and hugged her body to mine, combing her hair gently. I really thought something was wrong.

"Beck? What's your deal?" She said near my ear. "You're crushing me." I released her and looked her over just to be sure. Other than her black eye, she looked fine. A little annoyed, but fine.

"I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I just…I knocked, but you didn't answer." I tried to explain myself. "So I came in through the window and and you were in here…un-unconscious and I—I guess I panicked." In hindsight, I may have overreacted.

"So you broke into my house…because I fell asleep?" she looked at me like I was crazy, and I started to think I was. Suddenly, I remembered the rattling noise in the background of our conversation.

"Jade…" I said slowly. "How could you fall asleep in the middle of sewing something?" I gestured to the pieces of fabric that were now caught in the ongoing needle of the sewing machine.

"I…" She started before turning the machine off. "I don't know. I must've been really tired." She shook her head and shrugged.

"Do you feel okay?" I asked, looking her over once again.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she nodded. "Stop looking at me like that!" Yeah, she definitely seemed fine. Well fine for her, I guess.

"I don't understand," I said honestly. "Do you remember sitting here?" I asked as I sat down on the couch next to her.

"Yeah. I came down here to wait for you, I started to work on my costume and then I…I…" she trailed off.

"…You passed out?" I finished for her.

"What?! No. No, I just fell asleep." She shook her head.

"But Jade—,"

"Beck, I said I'm fine!" she cut me off. "Now did you really come here to talk about my sleeping patterns?" Why was she getting defensive?

"Umm…" I had to make up my mind. If I pushed her on why she'd lost consciousness, she might ask me to leave. And I did not want to do that. I'll just keep an eye on her for now. "Forget it," I nodded. "So what's the costume?"

"Nothing, yet," she said, letting me change the subject. "But don't look!" She said as she snatched the over sewn piece of black fabric from my hands.

"Alright," I laughed at her attempt to keep a secret. "So what're we gonna do?" I asked curiously. She responded with a kiss that could've made me forget my own name.

Jade's POV

I'm starting to wonder how I ever thought Kris was a good kisser. Granted he'd been one of the first real kisses I'd ever had so I didn't have much to compare it to. It's not that he was bad…he just wasn't Beck.

I thought of these things while Beck's tongue wandered around my mouth like an explorer from an early time. I was lying on top of him on my couch with his arms firmly around my waist. I was switching off between caressing his handsome face and playing with his fluffy hair while trying not to lose contact with his mouth.

I lifted my head from his when a thought occurred to me.

"What?" he looked up at me, alarmed. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I shook my head.

"Then why'd you stop?"

"Do you think I'm a good kisser?"

He laughed wildly, and I could feel his body shake from under me.

"What's so funny?" I demanded.

"N-nothing," he said shaking his head, but still chuckling. "It's just—why do you ask?"

"I'll tell you after, just answer the question."

"Let me see," he said before kissing me once. He pulled back and looked like he was thinking. He kissed me again. And again. And again. Until finally he spoke. "Yes, I think you're a very good kisser." He nodded like a boy scout.

"Better than Allison?" I questioned, not looking him directly in the eye.

"What the—?"

"Just answer the question!" I urged.

"Yes," he sighed but nodded again. "Much better."

"Hmm," I took in his answers.

"Now why are you asking?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I was just thinking…"

"About?"

"Well…I used to think Kris was a good kisser, but then I kissed you…"

"And?" He said when I paused.

"And you're much much better," I admitted, I hope this doesn't go to his head.

"Thank you," he smiled like a goof. "Now why'd you ask about Ally?"

"I don't know…I guess I was just curious." I shrugged.

"Hmm…do you wanna know what I think?"

"Sure," I nodded.

"I think it depends on the person. Not so much the kiss."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean…I think you're the best kisser I've ever had because I feel…the way I do…about you. And you too. Do you get me?"

"Kind of." I said. I didn't like to think about the way Beck and I felt about each other…it was too much for me to handle. "You're saying that if we didn't like each other so much, the kiss wouldn't be as good?"

"Exactly," he nodded, and I pretended I didn't see the look on his face when I said "like" instead of…well, any other word.

"Well whatever it is, I like it." I said as I bent down to kiss him again. He kissed me back at first, but then started to sit up, forcing me off him.

"What's wrong?" I asked him. Please please don't ask me about how I feel or anything like that, I begged him telepathically.

"Nothing," he smiled. "We've just been laying her for almost an hour." He pointed out. "Maybe we should take a break."

"You want a break?" I looked at him with raised eyebrows. "From kissing me?"

"Not like that," He laughed at my expression. "My lips are swollen." He brought a hand up to his lips. "And I'm hungry."

"Alright," I said, standing up. I was wearing my favorite black jeans and a loose dark gray v neck that slid off my shoulder. I figured, I might as well be comfortable as long as we were staying at my house.

I pulled him to stand up, and led him into the kitchen.

"Did you break that?" I asked, pointing to the screen that was now sitting in my kitchen sink.

"Oh I uh sorry about that…" he looked embarrassed. "I'll fix it, I swear."

"Don't worry about it," I laughed and closed the window. "What would you like to eat?" I asked standing in the middle of my kitchen.

"You're going to cook for me?" He looked at me, grinning.

"Hah!" I looked to him in disbelief. "Not likely. Most of what I eat is raw, and Kris and I usually get take out."

"Mmmhmm," He said while going through my cupboards. "Well, will you eat if I make you something?" I had a feeling he was just making sure I was fed. I think he still thinks I'm going to blackout or something.

"You wanna cook for me?" I put my hands on my hips. Kris never does that; even if it's only because he thinks I'll faint without a meal.

"Yeah," he smiled, and took out some kind of pasta that I had never seen before. I wonder who put that there. "That is, if you'll let me?"

"Go right ahead," I handed him a pot and let him get busy. He really looked like he knew what he was doing, but then again how would I know? He made the pasta and some sauce while watching me out of the corner of his eye.

I didn't call him on his over protectiveness though; mostly because I didn't want to start fight with him. Not today. We sat down and ate at my dining table like an old married couple.

We talked about the weather, school, the show this Friday, and pretty much anything we could think of. I couldn't help but realize how easy things were with Beck. Aside from the lies and secrets, whenever we were together it was like second nature to me.

"Are you tired?" he asked when I yawned after dinner.

"A little," I nodded, and he stood up to offer me his hand. I took it and let him lead me up to my room.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" He said when he stopped at my doorway.

"What?" I noticed his halt at my door. "You're leaving?"

"Yeah, I should go," he nodded. "It's pretty late." I looked to the clock on my nightstand to see it was past eleven o'clock. Time always flew by when I was with Beck.

"Stay," I said without thinking. I'm starting to think that my mouth has a mind of its own. Well if it does, I like it because it made Beck smile and enter my room, closing the door behind him.

Beck's POV

I hadn't planned on sleeping over at Jade's house, but that's where things seemed to be going. I was sitting on her bed, trying not to stare as she changed in front of her mirror, but not doing a very good job.

I couldn't help it though. She had just bent over to pull off her jeans, and I couldn't stop myself from gawking like a loser. She pulled down her tiny underwear, and put on black short shorts made of some kind of spandex. She pulled off her shirt, giving me a clear view of her behind and the pale skin of her back. As I stared at her ass, I didn't even realize that she'd stopped moving until I felt her eyes on me.

"Huh?" I said unintelligently. Had she said something to me?

"I said can you help me with this?" she said to me over her shoulder. I got up and stood behind her faster than the speed of light. "Can you undo this?" she said as she turned around to face me.

I looked down to see her holding up the middle of the her bra, and looking up at me with the most seductive look I'd ever seen; and I'm not even sure she was trying.

"I hate bras that hook in the front," she said quietly. I reached in front of me and undid the hook, letting the bra open freely. I slid the straps down her arms until they fell to the floor, and couldn't stop myself from kissing her.

I put my hands on her hips, and she pressed herself against me, driving me wild. I wrapped her legs around me and carried her to her bed, laying her down gently. I bent myself down to kiss at her breasts, massaging them until she moaned.

I brought myself back to kiss her lips, but pulled back to look at her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, noticing her eyes her open. I brushed a few strands of hair out of her face, she was so beautiful.

"Mmm nothing," she whispered and smiled.

"Really?" I asked again. I couldn't help but feel like there was something she wasn't telling me.

"It's just…," she looked to her left and bit her lip.

"Jade, tell me," I insisted. If there was anything at all I could do to make her happy, I'd do it in a heartbeat.

"You were right," she turned back to look at me. "I'm really tired." She said, and resumed biting her lip. What could she possibly have to be nervous about.

"Okay," I said, moving to sit next to her. "Why wouldn't you wanna tell me that?" I asked, seriously curious.

"I don't know," she sat up next to me. "I guess…I didn't want to…disappoint you…?" she finished, shocking me. "I mean, I asked you to stay, and I don't want you think I'm some kind of tease or anything, but I really am tired and I just—"

"Jade." I stopped her from rambling. I'd never seen her act so…vulnerable. "You could never disappoint me." I said and she rolled her eyes. She was so difficult. "I mean it," I said looking deep into her blue eyes. "Even if you don't believe it."

She looked down for a second before putting her arms around me and holding me tightly. I don't think this means she believes me right now, but I hope someday she will. She pulled back and kissed me softly.

"Can you still stay?" she asked me after. "Please?"

"Yeah, of course," I nodded. As if wild horses could keep me away.

I took off my shirt and gave it to her to wear, she looked so much better in it anyways. I stripped down to my boxers, and got into her bed, under the covers. She snuggled next to me, her back facing me, and I put my arms around her.

She laid there for a few minutes before falling asleep. I know how cheesy it sounds, and Jade would probably punch me it I said this out loud, but I can't remember ever feeling more at home than right now with her in my arms.

I listened to the sound of her breathing and combed her hair back so I could see the side of her perfect face.

"I love you," I whispered to her sleeping form. Maybe someday I'd say it loud enough for her to hear.

The endddddd.

What did you think?

Was it toooooo cheeeeeesy?