The moment the door closed behind Tori my anger finally reached bursting point and I allowed a scream to escape my body as my foot made contact with one of the breakfast stools, sending it catapulting across the kitchen. Fury was however still seething out of me and I needed to destroy something; something important to him. Five minutes later I was sat in the middle of his bedroom surrounded by pieces of fabric which had used to be his favourite ties and suits until they met my scissors.

It took me all of about twenty minutes to realise how awful I had been to Tori, and in turn I redirected my anger towards myself. How could I be such an idiot, she had witnessed the argument and of course she had wanted to help me; to comfort me. Yet instead of welcoming this I had pushed her away, and the way I had spoken to her was completely uncalled for. Launching my scissors at the wall I climbed to my feet and headed for my car. I need to see her, to explain; yes I push people away and I lose my temper far too quickly, but its only the people that I care about the most who witness this, the others never get close enough to me to be able to.

I push the speed limits cursing every time I hit a red light. When I finally pull up at her house I practically jump out of my car and throw myself towards her front door hastily ringing the door bell. A few minutes pass and there is no response so I begin pounding on the door, eventually an unimpressed looking Trina drags the door open then noticing me stares in confusion.

"Can I see Tori?" I grumble.

"She's with you isn't she?" Trina enquires still looking at me in a bewildered manner.

"Does it look like she is with me?" I exclaim frustration clear on my voice.

"Well no. But she isn't here either" the older Latina states causing panic to flood through me. Where the hell is she then?

"Fine. If she turns up then get her to call me." I demand not even bothering to be polite, Trina merely nods in response. "Thank you" escapes my lips before I can stop it. Damn since when am I nice to Trina Vega.

Disheartened I climbed back into my car and pulled out my phone, no texts or missed calls. Pushing down on Tori's name and pressing the phone to my ear I prayed she would answer; however no such luck instead the call rang through to voicemail, after trying this several times to no avail. Feeling I had come to a dead end I start up my car and pull away from her house, the next twenty minutes or so are spent driving aimlessly. It's not till I am directly outside the RV that I even realise where I am. Beck's? Really Jade? I question myself, sure whenever I used to have arguments with my father I would turn straight to Beck, but things are different now; hell we aren't even friends at the moment. Gripping the steering wheel I argue inwardly with myself as to whether I should leave or stay, this is however cut short when my phone sounds.

I can see you out there you know.

Since when do you think twice about

Pushing your way in.

I'll try and be nice.

Beck. x

The text caused me to smile, it was the most pleasant he had been towards me for a while now. At that moment I decided that I would go in, sure we are not together anymore but maybe if we start to spend some time together here and there we could rebuild our friendship? Only if he leaves Tori alone though. With that thought in my mind I push my way inside without even knocking.

"Beck." I grunt in a greeting.

"Why hello there Jade! Fancy seeing you here." He exclaims in mock surprise.

"Shut up you idiot" I retort playfully, much as I hate to admit it; I have missed him.

Following this friendly greeting an awkward silence overcomes us; neither of us knowing how we should act around the other. After everything that has happened between us I know that I should hate him, but I don't; I can't. Pushing past him I throw myself on the couch and turn on the T.V.

"Jade?" he questions "what's going on?"

"What do you mean what is going on, I am watching Women who Kill, is that ok with you?" I attempt to snap as a retort, but my voice betrays my uncertainty.

"You know what I mean. The fact that you are here watching that is enough for me to figure out that something has happened with your father. However what I don't understand is why you came to me?"

"I-I-" I stutter seemingly unable to form a sentence.

"I mean I'm glad you are here, don't get me wrong; I've really missed you." He trails off. "I'm sorry Jade, god I am so sorry. I hate that I acted the way I did. But you need to understand that I was hurt; and people who are hurt do things that they never normally would. I know that is no excuse, and in all honesty I do not have one; there is no way to excuse what I have done. But I really am truly sorry, and I can only hope that I haven't lost you completely." The sincerity on his voice was so ripe that it cut through me; this is the Beck I used to know. The sweet kind and caring boy who has seen me at my worst yet never judged me for it.

"Good" I state, "that you are sorry that is, but you still need to apologise to Tori."

"Let's not argue right now please, I have a feeling you are here because you think that you need me; so don't bring things up which will push us further apart again. I'm not done being mad at Tori yet; we will sort this out Jade but it is going to take time." He states his eyes gazing into mine, "now how about you tell me why you came here when you are upset rather than turning to Tori?"

"I-I tried. But I had already pushed her away and I can't find her; haven't been able to contact her. I don't know what to do Beck, but I ended up here. I guess maybe I knew subconsciously knew that I needed you."

"You don't need me Jade; you never did, you don't even need Tori at times like this. You prefer to deal with things yourself and shut everyone else out. But I don't think that will work with her, she is never going to be content with sitting back and watching you struggle through your problems alone, that just isn't who she is." God I have missed the level of sense he brings to situations. Everything is so familiar is all I can think as he pulls me into a tight embrace. "I think maybe you cool down a little, I'll go grab us some coffee and then you can ring her again? What do you think?" he asks.

A deep sigh escapes my body; it's incredibly irritating that it took him telling me what to do, in order for me to realise how startlingly simple it really was.