Sometimes, she imagined that in another universe they made it. That they graduated from Hollywood Arts and moved into an apartment together in the city. They would wake up in the morning and he would read through his scripts while she made them coffee from that little artisan shop that they loved so much. They would go to work and come home to each other each night and crawl into bed, limbs becoming entangled with each other. Life was that simple and they were both free from their demons.

But in this universe, that didn't happen.

They agreed to be civil, to not make things even more awkward for their friends. They had made it clear that the arguing made them all feel uncomfortable.

They managed to avoid directly interacting with each other until they were forced to work together on that stupid astronaut play. She was cast as his actual Mother - as if things weren't weird enough. On the day of the performance, Beck showed up late to the final rehearsal.

"Where were you?" Tori interrogated him when he finally showed up in the theater. "You were supposed to be here an hour ago!"

Jade had a pretty good idea what had made him so late. She'd seen him yesterday after school, flirting with the cute girl who worked in the doughnut shop. She always had a feeling that she was a little too friendly towards him. Obviously, Beck insisted she was delusional. Clearly, her delusions had proven to be correct.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry!" Beck apologized. "But I do come bearing gifts."

Jade felt that familiar gut punch as he produced a tray of freshly baked doughnuts and placed them down on the stage in front of them all. If there had been any semblance of doubt in her mind about what she saw yesterday he had just destroyed it with a dozen glazed sprinkles.

Tori, Andre, and the tech crew excitedly tucked into the doughnuts, instantly forgiving Beck for being late.

And she knew they weren't together anymore. And she knew he was allowed to date the cute girl from the doughnut shop, with her ebony hair and big blue eyes. But it didn't stop her from feeling utterly betrayed.

"Peace offering?" She was startled when she realized he was suddenly standing directly in front of her. He held a large takeout coffee out to her with a dorky smile.

"No thanks," she declined, folding her arms.

"Suit yourself," he shrugged. But he left the coffee in front of her all the same.

Sometimes, she wished that they'd fought for their relationship when it mattered. That they'd stopped being so stubborn and let the arguments fizzle out to nothing. She couldn't even remember what they were arguing about anyway.

She let the coffee go cold.