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Jade never once, in her entire time at Hollywood Arts, thought she'd be here, on her couch, with a yearbook in hand, reminiscing about her past. She always felt she'd be like Orson Welles, always focused on the future, new projects, new things he wanted to do. She even remembered learning about his last interview, the one where he told Merv Griffin he was finally ready to talk about his past. It was the one where the Hollywood Legend was preparing himself to die.

'Only, I'm not in my seventies, not close to death, and not certainly talking to some talk show host about my past. No, I'm here, on my couch, thinking about my school days, and how they were among the happiest days of my life, despite my near crippling depression, my mean streak… Okay, I was a five star bitch. Still am. The big difference was, back then, I had dreams, things I wanted to accomplish. Things so different then what I want to do now…' Her blue eyes scanned across the page she held, the one where her and her old gang of friends sat in their spot, in the Asphalt Cafe. The one titles "the main people of Hollywood Arts, 2013."

'We were so young…' Her mind started, only to stop. 'Bitch, it's been twelve years. I'm barely thirty. It's not like I'm some old woman reminiscing about her youth. I'm still young, vibrant, healthy. Why the holy fuck am I like this… Oh, yea, because two of them are gone now…'

Jade turned to the back of her book, just not the back page full of signatures, many from people she still had no idea who they were. No, she'd worked on the yearbook just to add this one page, hidden towards the back. 'Most likely to die… Yea, me and Robbie ran away with that category. Me, cause lets face it, I was voted most likely to slit her own wrists after shooting up a convenience store, and Robbie, they just knew, with Rex, boy was on borrowed time. Who knew our wanna be comedian would go to school, find help, and become a therapist. I know, doctor Shapiro still does some stand-up, safely away from most of his client base. However, while he makes enough with his comedy work, writing for others, his passion is helping misunderstood teens through their traumas…' Her eyes flashed to a picture on the wall of her den, one she wasn't ready to face, not yet.

Instead, she ran her finger along the picture, stopping at Cat. 'We thought you'd live forever. I swear, despite your crazy, we were so sure… I should call you, see how you're… Not ready, not yet…' A tear ran down her cheek. 'Too few choices that don't have emotion loaded onto them. I have no choice… Andre.'

She recalled how he was so full of promise, getting a recording contract out of school. He produced two albums while recording his own, with music he wrote on each one. The money he made was amazing, set him for life, and helped Jade. 'He believed in me, financed my first film. Of course, at the time, it looked like he could do no wrong, and my movie, it made me as a writer slash director slash star. Only, we became so busy, those of us who went into entertainment, we weren't paying attention, protecting each other. I never noticed how thin you were stretching yourself, because I lived in that world. Big difference, I had people, first Beck, then…' Her eyes flashed to the picture, of her and Tori the day she married the Latina to protect them all from Holly's debts. 'Girls was manipulative, never bothered to mention how Trina had come up with a plan, payed those off. No, just, she thinks she needs to marry someone with resources, and the next thing I know…' Her smile lingered for longer then she wanted.

"Beck's dead." The words escaped before she could censor them. "Tori's off comforting Cat, who wound up with Beck, and I'm here, because someone had to take care of business. I don't have that much, Trina is an amazing business manager. Only…"

Her mind raced back to six years ago, when the drugs caught up with Andre. 'He died of a drug overdose while working on his next project. Boy had so much promise, and he just, the drugs took that away. I doubt he was lucky, because he didn't wither away. No, the cocaine was laced with something, and he overdosed. His girl for the evening had no idea what to do, panicked when she should have called for help. I understand she gets off probation soon. If she'd just called…' The pale girl shook her head. 'I was the one to hold Tori after she found the body. My girl, who'd followed Beck's dream onto stage, had gone to visit, wanting his help in launching her recording career. I had to make all the arrangements, because he had no one else. His grandmother was gone, and with her his reason to stay in contact with his family. It's part of the reason Tori's in Canada, and I'm here. Tori still does stage chiz, but nothing on Broadway. LA only, or wherever I'm shooting, because after losing Dre, she won't take jobs too far away from me.'

Jade looked to her picture, of her and Tori, Andre by her side, smirking at how Jade had finely fallen for one of Tori's tricks. 'Girl told me the only way she could remain my friend was if she had a way to work off her resentment at what a gank I'd been. If either of us was a guy, we'd have a house full of kids by now. Maybe she should get some, Tori had been hinting she'd like to shift to being a mother. Girl has that mothering instinct, as well as a sex drive…' Her smile was back. "Beck, what the hell happened?"

Beck and Cat had left Hollywood behind them after he'd saved the petite girl from a manipulative producer who wanted her body as well as her talent. She'd gone on to working in a school for performing arts in Toronto, while Beck got a more normal job working for the city, working in the mayors office. 'So, just a few moths ago, he decided to help out with this guys run for national government, whatever they do to govern themselves, and a publicity stunt gone wrong later, he's in the hospital, dying from the fall. It should never have happened, except Beck left it to one of the others in his group to make sure the equipment was safe, and that guy left it to the company, and even in Canada, they hire American companies that don't always check their equipment. God, I wish he were still here, because he was the rock. Maybe not for us, not for the last decade, but for Cat, he was her rock, and now Tori is up there, comforting her, while I'm down here, pretending to work while my first love is gone.' her hands clutched the yearbook as tears she'd been resisting finally fell.

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Thoughts? I wrote this just because.

Odd how I'm finally editing a few things just to avoid writing.