Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious but I own a fever...and some chills.

A/N: I was told that my Jade chapters are better than my Tori chapters, and I agree that I've made Tori a little meaner...so I'm going to stick with Jade for the rest. As for the plot, I know it's a little...what's the word...Damn it, what's the word? Anyway, there's stuff coming up, especially in the next chapter after this one. Things don't disappear...

I'm updating this in the middle of class, since I wrote the entire chapter right before class...so enjoy. ^_^

Chapter 10

"What the hell are you two doing?"

"Go away…"

I'm facing the opposite wall, but I'm pretty sure Trina's standing in the doorway, hands on her hips, being the nosy…I'm too tired to finish the rest of that statement. I don't remember falling asleep, but I guess Vega and I were too comfortable while the movie was playing. She's stretched out next to me, her head on my shoulder and she's mumbling curses at Trina. She's so cute when she sleeps…Alright, I need to stop saying the word 'cute', especially when describing Vega. "Trina, would you kindly shut the fuck up and go away?" The words come out a little meaner than I intended, but what the hell, she gets on my nerves.

"You don't even live here! And she's my sister. She shouldn't be…frolicking…with the likes of you." Okay, she's about to piss me off. "Besides, it's dinnertime. And do my parents know what you two do when they're not around?"

"That's none of your business, so leave us alone. Can't you see that some of us are trying to sleep?" She can threaten to tell her parents all she wants. Tori and I jumped that wall last night while Trina was making victims of us all with her merciless lack of talent. Surprisingly, they were cool with it, but Vega and I are still being careful around them. I'd love to see the look on Trina's face when she goes to tell them.

"You shouldn't be sleeping together…" I fish my scissors out of my back pocket and hold them up, as if I would throw them. And I really want to right now, maybe poke a hole in that big head of hers and bring her down a few notches. I don't think anyone would mind if she got hurt a little, right? She holds her hands up in defeat and backs out of the room. "Fine, I'm going. But you guys should come down to dinner."

Once she's gone, I kiss Vega's forehead and she mutters something about Cat eating too many ice cream cones. She dreams about Cat? If that's not awkward while I'm lying here, then I don't know what is. "Vega, come on, your sister said it's dinnertime. We should probably head down there before your parents decide I'm keeping you away from them and kick me out of here." She doesn't budge. Time for the fake tears. "Vega, would you rather I'm kicked into the street and possibly get hit by a car, and then attacked by vultures that don't know the difference between a living being and a dead carcass? Would you rather I end up in tiny pieces with blood pouring out of my…"

She slaps my shoulder. "You don't have to be so gruesome, you know." She smirks. "Although I don't think you would be attacked by vultures if you were hit by a car. Someone would take you to the hospital."

I snort. "Yeah, you'd think so. They'd probably take one look at me and say, 'Oh what a shame…Jade West was hit by a car…' Then they'd jump back in the car, back over me, and drive off to whatever happy family they belong too, while I lay in the middle of the street, crushed beyond repair, and where would you be? You'd be home with your family, wondering why you haven't heard from me, and then you'll hear at school on Monday that I was hit by a car and died. And that would be on your conscious because you would be at fault for not getting up and going downstairs to eat dinner with your parents and that…"

"Jade, be nice." I love how she never corrects my stories or tells me to stop trying to gross her out. I did tell her I love her for a reason. She kisses my neck and slips out of bed, combing the tangles out of her hair with her fingers. "Now come on. If I have to get up and eat, so do you." I roll my eyes. This isn't the first time I've eaten dinner with her family, but Trina and her endless monologues of bullshit no one cares about are annoying as hell, and I hate hearing her talk. No, I hate everything about her. She's such a…

Tori drags me by the hand out of her room and down the stairs. She really knows how to break thoughts and make me just forget what I'm even thinking about altogether, and I don't think she even knows she does. I should just stop thinking and take Beck's advice about not thinking, just to go along with it. That's what Vega's doing, right? I wonder if she has these long inner monologues about whether or not she's good enough for me, like I ask myself all the time. I don't know that I am, but I want to believe that I am.

What am I even talking about anymore? See what she does to me?

Vega and I sit at the last two empty chairs at the table, ignoring Trina's ongoing gush about some movie producer she ran into and she's going to be famous one day if it's the last thing she does. Yeah…it's going to be the last thing she does, alright. Vega knows what I'm thinking and taps my leg with her foot, shaking her head in disapproval. But I know what she's really thinking. Trina's so full of herself. And how the hell do I keep thinking about Trina? This is infuriating.

The parent Vegas eat in silence, clearly not interested in their elder daughter's rant, which I find to be hilarious. Usually parents are supposed to care about their children, right? Well…I'm sure they do deep, deep, deep down inside, but they really don't care about Trina's narcissism. Personally, I think the girl should get help for that or something. Isn't that a pathological disorder or something? I really don't care.

Okay, starting now I'm going to stop thinking about Trina. The only Vega I care anything about is sitting next to me, rather closely I might add, and she's the only reason I'm putting up with…that. Her elbow bumps mine and she has this devious glint in her eye that makes me wonder what the hell she's thinking sometimes. Is there something I'm missing, or do I just not understand things that I'm supposed to know? I'm so focused on her that I don't realize that Trina's glaring at us because we aren't paying attention.

After an almost quiet dinner, save for the one and only chatterbox, Vega and I head back upstairs to her room. I'm kind of relieved that we told her parents, although it only resulted in a list of rules that we now have to follow…but come on, we weren't planning on doing anything anyway. At least…not here. Who would, when a psychopath resides in the bedroom down the hall? That would be insanity, and I'd probably have to kill the girl with a pair of scissors.

I think it's best if I chill out with the killing-Trina fantasies…

Okay, so I need to chill out on bashing Trina period. But I can't because it's so damn easy when she sets herself up for the...Wait, what's Vega doing? I watch at the younger Vega closes and locks her door before coming to me and shoving me on the bed. Pinning my wrists, although I doubt I'll move because I'm too curious to see what's up her sleeve, she kisses me harder than she ever has, making my head spin.

She drives me absolutely and positively insane.

And I wonder what the hell she's doing, why she's like this all of a sudden. I mean, we were all cuddled up before we had to go downstairs to eat dinner, so why wasn't she like this then? Oh wait…we were both sleeping. I hardly think that's a legitimate excuse though. How can anyone sleep when near Tori Vega? I think I'm too comfortable with her. Normally, I would be plotting her demise, but now I'm just…I hardly even insult her anymore. What the hell's up with that? I bash at Trina every chance I get, which used to be what I did to Vega, and now…now I've gone soft for the girl. This is just weird.

Knuckles rap on my forehead and I stare up into Vega's face. She looks kind of upset, and I realize I zoned out again. This isn't the best time to zone out…What am I doing? Before I can say anything, she climbs off of me and sits against her headboard. "It's me, isn't it? Something's wrong with me. You're not even here…and I'm trying to…I'm so stupid. What's wrong with me?"

Before she starts the self-hate, I sit up and pull her to me. She hesitates but fits against my side all the same. "Nothing's wrong with you, Vega. I'm sorry. I just…I got carried away on one thought that led to an inner monologue. If it makes you feel any better, it was about you…" I smile, hoping that will make her feel better. But she doesn't smile. She just stares at me like I'd rather think about her than have her and that's not entirely true. I would love to think about her all the time and I do, but being with her is so much better. I cup her cheek and kiss her.

"I love you."