Locked up

"You're parents hate me." I simply stated to Beck who was trying to drag me into his house for a 'special surprise'.

"They don't hate you!" Beck argued, opening the door and pushing me inside.

Mrs. Oliver and Mr. Oliver were discussing something intently, and glanced up at the opened door.

A look of disgust came over Mr. Oliver's face.

"Ugh, why'd you bring her?" Mr. Oliver asked.

I glared at Beck. "You're right. They love me!" I said sarcastically.

Beck sighed. "Dad, seriously. She didn't mean to hurt you with the dog. And Jade, you're still staying here."

I frowned and Beck dragged me by the wrist over to the table where his parents were sitting.

"Is Uncle Barbara going to be here soon?" Beck asked, cautiously watching me to make sure I didn't spring up. When he mentioned his uncle Barbara, I grinned. There was something about the man-lady that made me fuzzy inside.

"Any minute, and she …he wants to be called Aunt Barbara now." Beck mom said, running a hand through her hair.

"Son, I think you should really reconsider your plus one for this trip. Think about it, it's Cancun!" Beck's dad said.

I furrowed my eyebrows. Cancun?

"Dad, you can get us our own hotel room if you don't want to deal with her, "Beck offered.

"No!" Beck's mom said.

"Anything to get away from her!" Beck's dad mumbled.

"Wait Cancun?" I asked.

"He hasn't told you yet?" Mrs. Oliver asked.

"No." Beck said.

"Well, Aunt Barbara is getting married to another man who lives in Cancun, and she invited us down to the celebration," Mrs. Oliver said, shaking her head.

"So…what does this have to do with me?" I asked.

"Well, one of Beck's cousins can't come, so she has one extra plane ticket and hotel room spot, so we told Beck he could bring someone," Mrs. Oliver said.

"We were hoping he would bring Andre…" Mr. Oliver mumbled

"John!" Mrs. Oliver scolded.

I smiled. Cancun.

"That sounds amazing," I said.

"Finally the girl likes something," Mr. Oliver muttered.

I frowned.

"You wanna know what else I like?" I asked innocently.

"Killing puppies?"

"No. I like taking your sons clothes off and fucking him to the break of-"

"JADE!" Beck yelled, throwing his hand over my mouth.

I bit down on the flesh, and Beck yanked his hand away.

I smiled sweetly at Mr. Oliver, who had wide eyes and was staring down me and Beck.

"We'll talk later," Mrs. Oliver said, obviously flustered. "Your Uncle…Aunt is knocking at the door."

Mrs. Oliver got up and it was just the two Oliver boys and myself.

I peeked over my shoulder, and it looked like Mrs. Oliver was in an intense conversation. She's the parent that didn't mind me, so I wasn't going to ruin that, but since Mr. Oliver already hated me…

I looked at Beck who was rubbing his eyes, and laced my arms around his neck. He looked at me for a second, and I took that opportunity to attach my lips to his.

"Jade," His hissed against my lips.

"Shhh." I said, pulling him closer. I slid over a chair on to his lap and bucked my hips against him.

"Beckett Oliver," Beck's dad said in a warning tone. Beck started to pull away, but I pulled him right back.

We were so into what we were doing; I didn't hear Mr. Oliver call Beck's mom, and Aunt Barbara.

"Beckett Oliver! I think it's time for Jade to go home!" Mrs. Oliver said, yanking Beck's ear and pulling his head away from mine.

I sighed and climbed off of him, and looked at the drag queen behind Beck's mom.

"I think I should stay to hear about this Cancun trip," I said, quirking my lips up.

"I don't think she should come," Beck's dad said.

"I was willing to let you come…but after that…" Beck's mom said, trailing off.

"Just let the kid come. She's going to be coming anyways," Aunt Barbara.

"What do you mean I'll be coming anyways?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"Well…sweetheart, when's the last time you saw your dad?" Barbra asked.

I frowned. "Like, 6 years ago."

"Where does he live?"

"In Cancun…"

"Why did he divorce your mother?"

"He never told me. And really, I don't care."

"Well, he realized he was gay."

My head snapped up. "My father is gay?"

"And he's marrying me!" Barbara said, twirling around and causing her wig to fall up. He picked it up and smiled.

Mr. Oliver had wide eyes, Beck's mom looked like she was about to faint, and Beck's face was unreadable.

"My dad's gay. And I wasn't invited to the wedding…by him. Wonderful." I snorted.

"I just thought I should let you know that I'm going with Beck's family to Cancun over spring break and you guys have nothing fun to do," I said, and then walked away winking at Festus.

Festus had approached me earlier asking if I wanted to bring my 'gang' and perform in Yerba. Well, I did some research, and the place was a dump, so I told him about my plans with Beck, but said that Tori would lovvee to go.

I was about to go to my technology class, were I would get Sinjin to help me make a Yerba national site that looked like Hawaii, and then my 'gang' would be off in a war zone with I chilled in the beach in Cancun.

Maybe I'm being a little mean, but hey! I'm giving them a…adventure.

A few hours later, everything was set. Beck's dad had tried with all his might to get Uncle Barbra to prevent me from coming, but you can't stop me from going to my own dad's wedding. Tori had agreed to go to Yerba, and my plane took off at 8 tomorrow morning.

I walked into Sikowitz's room to get my grade for a playwright, and tori was in there.

"Please?" Tori asked.

"Yerba?" Sikowitz said.

"Yeah. It's off the coast of-"

"Oh I know where Yerba is. I went there once when I was 21."

"IS it cool?" Tori asked.

I bit my lip, hoping Sikowitz said I was the greatest place ever.

"I don't remember one thing of that trip," I breathed a sigh of relief.

"So will you be our chaperone?" Tori asked.

"Of course!" Sikowitz said.

Tori and I grinned, and I decided to walk in the room and let them know my presence.

"Hey Vega. Sikowitz," I greeted. Tori took a step back from me and smiled, and Sikowitz took a step back and looked scared.

Good.

XX

"Coffee," I groaned when Beck opened the door to my room and attempted to drag me out of bed.

"Okay. My mom and dad are waiting in the car outside. I thought you'd be ready by now," Beck said, tugging my hair.

"Coffee," I moaned.

"We'll get some on our way if we have time! Hurry up and get dressed, here's some clothes," Beck said, throwing fabric at me.

I cracked open an eye and grabbed the jeans, tank top, and one of beck's shirts that he picked out.

"Beck?" I said.

"Yeah?"

"I need underpants."

Beck turned red and walked over to my cabinet, taking a while and finally picking out the laciest set of bra and panties I owned. I rolled my eyes and went into the bathroom to get ready, much to Beck's disappointment, and then met him in his parent's car.

"Hello Jade," Mrs. Oliver said, applying some lipstick in the front seat.

"Hey," I mumbled.

"Did Beck tell you how we punished him," Mr. Oliver asked, suppressing a laugh.

"What'd he do?" I mumbled.

"Dad it's no big deal," Beck said in an annoyed tone.

"It's not what he did! It's what you did! We punished him for your actions…ha!" Mr. Oliver laughed.

"What'd I do?" I asked, stretching my arms.

"John, don't act so excited, and Jade sweetie, it was what you said yesterday about…the things you like to do. And it wasn't for what you said, it's more for Beck never telling us." Mrs. Oliver clarified.

"You mean when I said I like fucking him to the break of dawn?" I asked, I smiled tugging at my lips.

"Yes…" Mrs. Oliver said.

"Well you shouldn't be so surprised. We have been dating three years, and your son is a very horny boy," I said happily as Beck's dad pulled into a coffee shop.

"Jaaade," Beck whined, giving himself a mental face palm.

"We've even done it in your bedroom when you were on that cruise last month," I shrugged.

"Jade!" Beck yelled.

"Beckett!" Becks mom yelled.

"It was her idea!" Beck argued.

"Gina what do you want from here?" Beck's dad asked Beck's mom as he got out to go into the coffee shop.

"Nonfat latte," Beck's mom asked, rubbing her forehead.

I looked at Beck and raised my eyebrow, telling him to get me one.

"Dad can you get Jade a black coffee with no sugar," Beck asked.

"No," Beck's dad said, walking inside.

Beck sighed, and pulled out his wallet.

"Be right back," he muttered, giving me a kiss on the head and then hopping out of the car.

I smiled and leaned back into the window of the car and closed my eyes.

"Jade?" a voice asked.

I groaned and opened my eyes.

Mrs. Oliver was staring at me from the front seat.

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you a few questions?"

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "Sure, but I only give brutally honest answers," I said.

Mrs. Oliver chuckled. "Okay, do you love Beck?"

"More than anyone else," I said.

"Oh. Because it's…interesting watching you two. It's like true love. Something I rarely see," Mrs. Oliver said, laughing dryly towards the coffee shop where Mr. Oliver was yelling at the young cashier.

"Yeah…"

"When's the first time you had…sex?" Mrs. Oliver asked, treating sex like it was a bad word.

"My 16th birthday," I yawned.

"How old are you."

"16," I said, stretching my arms.

"When was your birthday?"

"May 17."

"So your first time having sex was about 10 months ago?"

"Yeah."

"How often do you do it?"

I shrugged. "It depends."

"On what?"

"If we're horny," I said, and laughed when Mrs. Oliver had wide eyes at my choice of words.

"Where do you do it? Because I walk into Beck's RV every night and I've never caught you there," she asked.

"I sleep over a lot, but I'm always near the wall so if you walk in then it looks like Beck's sleeping with his back turned. But we mostly do it at my house because my mom's never home and my dad's…." I trailed off.

"Gay and living in Cancun," Mrs. Oliver grinned.

"Yeah," I said, rubbing my temple.

"Did you guys really do it in my room?" Mrs. Oliver asked.

"3 times," I said, holding up my fingers to prove my point. "And Beck got cum like, all over your sheets, so we stuffed them under the bed and replaced them since neither of us felt like doing laundry," I said, grinning at the memory.

Mrs. Oliver look disgusted at the thought of her son Cumming all over her bed.

"Wonderful." She said, leaning back into her car seat.

It was silent, and then I burst into a fit of laughter.

Beck opened the car door to see his mom smiling and me doubled over in my seat.

"What's going on?" Beck grinned, giving me some coffee and getting in. Beck's dad followed and gave Mrs. Oliver her coffee.

"We were bonding," Beck's mom said.

"Bonding?" Beck questioned.

"I told her about the time you cummed all over her sheets," I said, and Beck turned a bright red.

XX

"We're here," Beck said, shaking me gently. I woke up and stretched my back on the plane seat.

"We have arrived in Cancun, Mexico. Arrival time, 11:37. Please keep your seatbelts fastened until the plane has reached a stop," the automated voice said over the speakers. I grinned and looked at the sunny weather.

We got off the plane, and met Uncle Barbra at the baggage claim. He had taken the first flight in the morning and got in a few hours ago.

"Hello! Hello! And Hello!" She greeted, giving us all kisses.

"George! Come get their luggage!" He called.

I froze. George?

Like, George West?

My father?

Shit. I didn't think I'd have to see him until tomorrow.

"Hi guys, Beck, Gina, John," my dad greeted. I slipped behind Beck hoping he wouldn't see me.

"Who's behind you Beck? One of your friends?" My dad asked.

My dad didn't know I was dating Beck. Beck told me he had only met my dad once when he came to visit with Barbra, and Beck thought it wasn't his place to tell me my dad was gay, or that I was his daughter's boyfriend. The daughter he hasn't seen in 6 years. The one who was still wearing pink and pigtails when he left.

"My girlfriend," Beck said with his actors face.

"What's her name and why is she hiding?" My dad asked.

"Her name is Jade and she's hiding because she's silly," Beck said, pulling my arm. I stepped in front of my dad, and smiled awkwardly.

"Nice to meet you Jade," my dad nodded, "I once knew a little girl named Jade, she had the same blue eyes as you and me," he laughed humorlessly, and then turned to Barbra.

I felt tears sting my cursed blue eyes. My own father didn't recognize me. Sure my hair was a shade darker, and my wardrobe was darker, and I wore makeup and am 6 inches taller than I was when I was 10, but really?

"Dad," I said, crossing my arms.

He didn't turn around.

"George West?" I tried, poking him in the back.

He turned around. "How do you know my last name?" he asked, obviously flustered.

"Because I knew a little girl named Jade West." I said. "She had your blue eyes, but you left her when she was 10. Her mother is now an Alcoholic, and she's 16 now, and misses…missed you."

"You know Jade?" He asked, tears in his eyes. I rolled my own wet eyes.

"I know her pretty well," I said sarcastically. Barbra and the Oliver's were standing quietly in the background.

"How is she doing?" he asked.

"Better than ever." I said, sucking in a breath.

"And you said her mother's an alcoholic?"

"Yeah."

"I miss Jade. I miss the way she'd dress me in pink every day. She made me love the color pink," My dad smiled.

"She made me hate it," I whispered.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"She was one of the girlier girls. One you c] recognize no matter how much she changed," My dad chuckled.

"She's changed a lot. You wouldn't be able to recognize her." I said.

"I bet I would."

"She's in this airport."

My dad's head snapped up and looked around.

"Where?"

"She came on a flight from Los Angeles with her boyfriend Beck to see her soon to be uncle and her long lost dad get married, hoping that he would still love her," I said, tears welling up in my eyes.

My dad's eyes softened.

"Jade."

"But it's fine dad. I'll just stay by the beach, come to the wedding for Barbra, and then go home and see mom….if she's home." I said, tears in my voice.

My dad was speechless, and he looked sorry, but I wasn't one to forgive easily.

I turned around and walked into Beck's arms. He rocked me back and forth while I let tears drip from my eyes.

"She doesn't like being rocked when she cries. It makes her nauseous. But she'll think that's the coolest thing ever when she throws up, so she'll be satisfied either way," My dad said, placing a hand on Beck's shoulder. I felt a smile coming, but I didn't let it show.

"Maybe I don't like throwing up," I stated.

"That would be why I got a letter from your mother asking why she has a daughter who collects dead insects and laughs when she scrapes her knees on the sidewalk."

"Mom sent you a letter?"

"Yes. You got into Hollywood Arts. You had a boyfriend named Jason who cheated on you. You locked yourself in your room for three days, and then your mother waited outside and sang "shooting star' for three hours until you came out."

"That was 9th grade. How did mom know I liked the shooting star?"

"Because I may have written her back," My dad said. I smiled, detached myself from Beck, and onto my dad.

"Come back to LA," I whispered.

"I will. I'll move to Barbra's house the second after our honeymoon," my dad said.

I smiled.

"The second after."

XX

"And you may now kiss the…husband," the preacher said unsurely, and then smiled.

I glanced at the ground while my dad and Barbra kissed, there's just some things I didn't need to see, and then stood up when I saw Beck's legs go up, and clapped.

A week later, I was helping my dad move into Barbra's house. My mom had thrown away her alcohol, and was on track again, thanks to my dad.

And best of all, Tori went to prison in Yerba (but escaped).

Maybe something's do turn out to be a happily ever after.

YAY!

Next chapter's "Helen Back again" then "Who did it to Trina" then "Tori Tortures Teacher" Then "Jade gets Crushed" then "Terror on Cupcake Street" then " A Christmas Tori" Then I'm caught up with the episodes! :D

Sigh. That's a lot! But Dan's not really playing any episodes anytime soon. Whens the next new Victorious episode? Leave the answer in your reviews! Also, I need suggestions for Helen Beck Again since Jade wasn't in it a ton! Thanks!

Sarah