Sorry this chapter took so long! This was the first one that I didn't have entirely planned, and I wound up facing a bit of writer's block. But here we are!

Also, I want to correct something that I said in chapter one. There are, in fact, other stories out there based on "You Don't Know Me" by Elizabeth Gilles (a fact I'm very excited about). Apparently, FFN doesn't like the apostrophe in searches. -_- Anyway, just wanted to say that I was wrong about that, and I've already read a few amazing stories based on the song. :)

Thanks to hayleybrown100, VictoriousAgain, prettylittledemigods, guest, reckless-spring, gimpgoddess, and ceru for your wonderful reviews. Y'all make my day every time. ^_^

Don't think there's much else to say. I don't own Victorious or their characters, but Mr. Turton, these versions of Beck's and Jade's moms, Elijah, Leah, and the story are all mine. Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Red Wagons and Quadratic Equations

Jade walked into school on Monday morning and took a deep breath. She'd never felt so insecure in her entire life. Some of the students turned to look at her and began to whisper to each other, but everyone else ignored her. So she'd acquired a reputation now. Fantastic. She was beyond caring at this point. Let people call her violent or crazy, whatever. What mattered most to her was that she'd been given a second chance by the most unmerciful man she'd ever met, and she could not blow it another time.

No one else knew what she'd been through over that weekend. No one else had heard her dad yelling at her, threatening to take her out of Hollywood Arts, to confiscate her scissor collection, to kick her out of the house. (The last threat had been made in something of a jest. Her dad wouldn't risk the potential trouble with the law.) Yet here she was, and all the ignoramuses around her hadn't a single clue.

All but one.

Beck stood in front of his locker straight across from the front doors. He caught her eye, and a smile slipped across his face. Okay, maybe she was starting to understand why so many girls fell for his charms.

Jade shouldered her bag and walked toward him. He met her halfway, at the base of the stairs. "You're here," he said.

"Congrats, you have working eyeballs." She bit her lip and glanced around. "Yeah. I'm staying. For good, hopefully."

"How'd you manage to swing that?"

"I told my dad that if he pulled me out and put me in another school, I would purposefully get bad grades, never go to college, and spend the rest of my life mooching off of him." She smirked. "I guess it worked."

"Well, I'm glad you're staying."

"Oh, are you now?"

The bell rang. They held each other's gaze for a moment before heading off to their own classes. She felt oddly light. Something about having a friend who cared made her feel . . . almost warm inside. Almost. She didn't like the mushiness of it all, but it felt good to have someone who could smile at her.

Not that she would ever admit any of that out loud.

Second period came fast, and Jade didn't protest when Beck sat beside her. Everyone else around them seemed a little shocked. By now the entire school had heard the threats she'd made against him in the hall on Friday. No one had expected him to forgive her so easily. She didn't expect it herself. Then again, based on what she knew of his character, it shouldn't shock her, although she was still of the mindset that his lack of fear stemmed from stupidity and not bravery.

Cat sat down next to Jade, but she did it gingerly. "Hi," she whispered. "Are you still angry?"

Jade rolled her eyes and tapped her pinky against her coffee cup. "I'm always angry."

"Oh. Well, uh, is it okay if I sit with you?"

Before Jade could say anything, Beck piped up. "It's fine, Cat."

"I thought I had the rules today," she mumbled. Beck heard and grinned to himself.

A few seconds later, Robbie came and sat down beside Beck. Jade folded her arms across her chest and leaned back into the chair. She had been entirely flanked by friends. How? What magic spell had pretty boy cast on her to make her okay with this?

"Welcome to Amateur Hour!" Mr. Turton said as he entered the room. He had an umbrella in his hand, and he leaned on it slightly once he reached the front and began to talk. "This week is going to be very involved, so I'll get right into it. I want to teach you all about using props. I'm going to put you all into pairs, and together you'll write a short scene involving a few props that you'll pick at random. You'll perform the scene in full for me on Friday, and the three best will get to perform their scenes during lunch next Monday."

Jade pulled out her notebook and jotted down notes as Mr. Turton spoke, as did most of the rest of the class. "The scene should be three to five pages long. It can be in any genre you want, but I may dock points if you chose comedy. No one likes prop comedy. You'll pick three random props that must be incorporated into your scene. They must be significant, and at least one should impact the story's resolution. At least one actor must touch each prop at some point. Follow the basic rules of storytelling. Your scene must have a beginning, middle, and end, and consider adding some interesting twists." He swung the umbrella around and stabbed it back onto the floor. "Pairs! Melissa and Rachel, Zachary and Cat, Robbie and Tatum, Beck and Jade . . ."

Beck elbowed her. "We're partners."

"I heard, numbskull."

Mr. Turton rattled off the rest of the teams, and Cat and Robbie left to find their partners. Mr. Turton reached over and picked up a top hat from one of the chairs as everyone moved. "Each pair, send up one person to pick your props. You'll draw them randomly out of the hat." He waved it around and grinned. "We're going classic!"

"I'll go up," Beck said, starting to stand.

"No, I will," Jade said, pulling him down and standing up instead.

"No, it's fine, I can do it."

"It's not that big of a deal."

"I know, so why are we arguing about it?"

"I don't know, why are we?"

"So just let me go up."

"No, I'm going up!"

"Fine!"

The entire conversation happened through gritted teeth and over a handful of seconds. Jade marched up to the front and stood with her arms crossed. Mr. Turton came up to Cat first. "Pull out three," he said, waving the hat around in front of her. Cat obliged and pulled out three slips of paper. She looked at them and giggled. "Read them aloud," Mr. Turton said.

"Okay. Okay, okay." She giggled again. "Paintbrush, ice cube tray, and carrots."

Zachary, a skinny boy with far too little hair, clapped his head into his hands and groaned. Cat ran over and sat beside him, shoving him gently with her hand and telling him it would be fun.

Robbie's partner, Tatum, went next. She pulled out newspaper, plastic fork, and CD. "How are we supposed to do this?" she asked Mr. Turton.

"You're all in this school because you're creative. You can figure it out."

"Yeah, but I have to figure it out with the dumb puppet kid," she grumbled as went to sit down.

A few more students went, each taking slips of paper and subsequently questioning how they could possibly make a scene involving their items. Mr. Turton finally came to Jade and held out the hat.

"I'd better get scissors," she said as she grabbed hold of some papers.

"Oh, that would've been a great prop! I'll have to keep it in mind for next time."

Jade opened her papers and read, "Wagon, pajamas, and tissue box." Whoa. She hoped Beck had a good imagination. She walked over to him and made a face. He shrugged.

"That's not so bad."

Once he'd finished that, Mr. Turton broke into a short lecture about the use of props in acting. He only spent ten minutes on the speech before saying, "We'll spend the rest of class working on your ideas for your scene. Break up into your pairs and spread out. Get a rough draft going, and work on it after school today. You'll read me your rough draft tomorrow, so everyone should exchange either addresses or phone numbers. Oh, one more thing! If you can, please provide the props yourself. If for whatever reason you can't, let me know by the end of the day, and I'll take you back to our prop department. Start planning!"

Beck stood and motioned to the corner of the room. Jade followed, and they both plopped onto the floor and put notebooks on their laps.

"My neighbor's daughter has a wagon," he said. "I bet she wouldn't mind if we borrowed it."

Jade nodded. "Good, at least you can contribute something." He rolled his eyes, but she ignored him. "Which of us should wear the pajamas?"

He shrugged. "I don't even own pajamas. I usually just wear a t-shirt to bed."

"Wait, just a t-shirt?" He scrunched up his face, and she shuddered. "Ugh, I'll wear the pajamas."

"Good call."

"So . . . I was thinking we could do a tragedy. Tissues are sad, and the wagon could represent lost childhood."

"Cheerful."

"You don't like it?" she snapped.

"No, actually, I think that's good." He jotted down a few notes. "What should our characters be?"

"One of us could be a kid, and other could be a parent. Or . . . something like that."

"We could be a mom and a dad, or some kind of couple."

"I was already your love interest once, and I don't want to do that again."

He flashed her a teasing grin. "Oh, come on, you loved it."

She snorted. "You wish."

He sighed. "Never mind, then. We could both be kids."

"Or you could—"

"Hello, Beck and Jade," Mr. Turton said as he walked up. He pulled a chair over and sat backward in it. "You two had the pajamas?" They both nodded. "Perfect. Who's wearing them?"

They looked at each other. "Apparently me," Jade said.

"Wrong."

"Wrong?"

"The items you have are props, not costumes. The pajamas must be part of the story; something you use, not just something you wear. If you can find a way to make them important and wear them, you may, but I'm trying to save you from having to show up to school in pajamas on a random Tuesday in November."

"Thanks, I guess."

"Good. As you were." He left, and Beck met Jade's eye.

"I guess that settles that."

Jade pursed her lips. "You know, I bet I could borrow pajamas from my brother. My mom bought him these fire truck ones last month, but I cut slits into the sleeves and now he won't wear them."

"How old's your brother?"

"Five."

"Little kid PJs and a wagon. Sounds good."

"I could cut up the clothes a bit more and we could go with a dead child route."

"Dark." She gave him a look, and he added, "But I like it."

They went back and forth on a few more ideas for the rest of class. By the end, Beck had three pages full of notes, but no clear structure. They needed a stronger outline before they could even begin to write a script.

"Is that offer to go to your place still open?" Jade asked. She felt strange saying it. She disliked going to other people's houses, even for school projects.

"Yeah. You wanna come over after school?"

Jade groaned. "Wait, I forgot, I have detention today."

"So? I can wait for you."

"I won't be done until almost five."

Beck shrugged. "Then I'll get a head start on my homework and tell my mom to pick me up late. You've either gotta come over or we have to video chat or something, because we've got a lot left to do."

"Fine. I guess you're better than my dad, anyway."

"Cool." The bell rang, and they both gathered their things. "I'll see you at lunch."

"Yeah, bye."

They ate lunch together with Cat and Robbie, but nothing interesting happened. There was no mention of the rules—even though they were Jade's today—and they mostly just rambled about their prop scenes or other homework. Nothing exciting.

Detention was equally as boring. Jade got though as much homework as she could and jotted down a few more ideas for her and Beck's scene. They'd have to finish a rough draft by the end of the night, and she wanted to be on top of it. She had some good ideas forming in her head, if Beck would agree to them. (She would make sure he did.)

Beck was standing outside the classroom after Mrs. Wesley let them out. He gestured down the hall with his head and said, "My mom's parked out front. You ready?"

She was, and they made their way out of the school. Beck slid into the front seat beside his mom, and Jade climbed into the back.

"Mom, this is Jade, the girl I texted you about. She's in my acting class."

"Hi, Jade," Mrs. Oliver said, turning around briefly to flash a smile at her. Well, now Jade knew where Beck got his infectious grins from, although hers looks more stressed than his. Her smile was surrounded by wrinkled tan skin and complemented by dark but quickly greying hair. "I'm Joanna Oliver."

"Hi." Jade gave her a stiff smile. She was not entirely rude.

The ride back to the Oliver house was silent. Beck spent the whole time scrolling through his phone. Mrs. Oliver looked wrapped up in her own thoughts, and occasionally she mouthed words to herself. Jade resorted to watching the LA landscape roll by, switching her gaze back and forth from the mansions on the hills to the cramped, single-story homes below the freeway.

They pull up to Beck's house soon enough. "I'll get dinner going," Mrs. Oliver said as they got out. "Are you okay with chicken nuggets, Jade?"

Jade shrugged. "Sure."

She started to follow Mrs. Oliver through the back door, but Beck said, "Where are you going?"

"Inside?"

Beck smirked and motioned for her to follow. He took her across the driveway to an RV parked in front of the garage. "Why are we—" she tried to say, but he shushed her. He took keys out of his jacket pocket and opened the door. They entered into a fully decorated living space, complete with a bed and a couch. He flopped down on the later and smiled at her.

"Welcome to my home!"

"You're serious?"

"Yeah. I moved out into this place over the summer. My dad got this RV a while ago, but I—"

She held up a hand. "I'm not interested in your life's story." He retained his smile, but he shut up. She looked at the shag carpeting covering the floor. "I hate your carpet."

"Thanks for the input?"

They stayed silent for a moment. She took in his decorations, none of which were shocking for a teenage boy. He grabbed his laptop and opened up a new document.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"What?"

"I'm sorry. Don't make me say it again."

"Don't worry, the carpet's not my favorite thing about this place either."

"Not about the carpet, dingbat. I'm sorry for threatening you on Friday. You were . . . just an easy target, I guess. But you're already acting like you forgave me, so I figured I might as well apologize."

"Huh. Impressive."

"Don't start expecting it."

"It's all good. Just don't make me break up any more of your fights, please."

"No promises."

"I figured. Now, we've got a script to work on. Come, sit."

Jade sat down and pulled her notebook out of her backpack. Beck had done the same, and they compared some of the notes they'd taken during the rest of the day.

"I was thinking something suburban," Beck said. "Then we can incorporate characters who wouldn't be expecting something terrible to happen."

"We're still going with the dead child motif?"

"I think it's a good idea. The props can be clues."

"I think our setting should be a forest. At night. Dark, creepy."

"Our characters could be looking for a child, and then they find out that he's been killed. The resolution could be that they find out what happened to him, but we could have a cliffhanger, or an ambiguous ending."

"Hmm. And here I was thinking I'd have to shoot down all your ideas."

He didn't totally smile this time, but she saw the corners of his mouth quirk as he typed a few lines onto the screen. "Let's just get something out. This is a first draft, so we can fix it later."

They spent the next hour typing up and polishing their scene. Beck's mom came in at one point with a plate of chicken nuggets, and they ate while they brainstormed. They accomplished quite a bit in not a lot of time. Jade was surprised how well they played off of each other. Though he shot down some of her more morbid ideas, he seemed accepting and even approving of her desire for darker themes. His input helped her individual concepts take shape and become a tangible story. She . . . had not expected that.

It was almost seven o'clock when they finished. Though their script was far from perfect, they had churned out something that would work to give to Mr. Turton in the morning. Beck printed out three copies and went into the house to retrieve them. Jade slid onto the floor and sat cross-legged, and then her phone buzzed.

Why aren't you home yet? - "Dad"

Jade groaned as Beck came back into the RV.

"What's wrong?"

"My dad."

I told you, I'm doing homework at a friend's. - Jade

Ugh. Her dad had made her call Beck "a friend."

"Oh." Beck didn't look like he knew how to respond. He sat down beside her. "You . . . don't like him very much, do you?"

Jade snorted. "He's an unfeeling, sociopathic dirtbag."

"Whoa."

"It's true. He doesn't like me, I don't like him. Whatever. That's the way it goes." She met his gaze. "What about you? You're not even living with your parents."

"No, my parents are great. We just . . . don't always agree on things. But that's as much on me as it is on them. My dad's always busy and he's just . . . distant. But that's him. He's not a jerk or anything."

"Your mom seems nice," Jade muttered.

"She is." Beck sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "She gets . . . difficult sometimes. It's not really her fault, though. She . . ." Beck trailed off and cleared his throat. "What about your mom?"

Jade began to fiddle with her fingers. "I hate her."

"Geez."

"Not as much as I hate my dad. She's . . . weak." Jade swallowed. "Why am I talking about this with you?" She felt a prick of anger in her heart, and she grasped onto it. "I don't even know why I showed you my dad's texts on Friday. This is . . . this is none of your business."

"Maybe. But everyone needs someone to confide in, right?"

They stared at each for a moment. Jade edged away and opened her backpack. "Do you mind if I stay for a little bit longer? I want to make my dad sweat it out."

"Sure." Beck sounded a bit disappointed. Well, if he had expected her to open up her heart and pour out her soul to him, then he should be disappointed. It was too weird. She barely knew him, and she didn't want to know him. Sure, maybe he wasn't as bad as she'd first thought. Maybe she was even starting to open up to him a bit. Maybe she was starting to like him, or at least, she was starting to tolerate his presence. That was a better standing than most people achieved.

They both pulled out papers and books and began their homework. Jade climbed up onto the couch while Beck remained on the floor. They didn't interact with each other at all, and for a while, there was nothing but the sound of scratching pencils and flipping pages. Jade had finished most of her homework in detention, and all that remained was an English worksheet regarding their book. Their book, which just so happened to one that Jade hated.

"You're reading Pride and Prejudice?" Beck asked after he looked at her for the first time in several minutes.

"Yeah. It's horrible."

"Horrible?"

"Uh-huh. It's like a written soap opera."

"I don't think it's that bad, but I do think Jane Eyre is better."

She snickered. "You're comparing, which means you've read both of them."

"They're classics!"

She leaned over and glanced at his worksheet. "What're you doing?"

He groaned. "Math. I've been stuck on this problem for ten minutes."

She leaned closer and looked at the problem. "X squared minus x minus forty-two equals zero," she read aloud. She leaned back again and ran the numbers through her brain.

"Yeah. I can't figure it out."

"The answer is x equals seven or negative six."

Beck turned and stared at her. "Seven or negative six?"

"Yeah."

"Which one?"

She lifted an eyebrow. "Are you serious?" She could tell by his expression that he was. "Ugh." She slipped off the couch and took her place beside him, grabbing the pencil and paper out of his hand. "It's easy. Look, since the first number in the quadratic is one, you need two numbers that are going to multiply to give the last number of the quadratic, but will add to give you the second number of the quadratic. We know their signs are different because the last number is negative. Seven times six is forty-two, and seven minus six is one. Negative seven minus six is negative one. So x minus seven times x plus six equals zero. Set both equal to zero, and we get the answer as seven or negative six. Both are valid answers. Solve it yourself if you don't believe me."

Jade threw the paper back onto his lap, but he didn't even acknowledge it. He only stared at her with his mouth agape, and it took merely a handful of seconds before she wanted to smack the stupid look off his face.

"How'd you figure that out so quick?"

"It's not hard. You didn't learn this stuff?"

"I did, but . . . the math teachers at an arts school aren't exactly the best. But . . . you did that without even writing it down." His incredulous expression gave way to a grin. "So, you're some kind of math genius, huh?"

"No, ew, gross."

"Then how are you so good?"

"Because I have to be. I already told you, my dad is only letting me go to Hollywood Arts if I get good grades. I'm already in geometry. I'm not a nerd, okay, I'm just . . . a survivalist."

"How dramatic."

She groaned. "Okay, so now you know one of my biggest secrets, I guess. Happy?" She stood and gathered up her things. "I'm done with homework, so I really don't have an excuse to stay longer."

"You could help me with mine."

"No, and if you value your life, you'll never ask me for math help again. I'm not your tutor."

"Hey, you solved that problem for me of your own free will."

"Yeah, but only because you're so pathetic."

He laughed. Ugh, why did he find her insults so funny? And why did she like to hear him laugh?

"Do you need my mom to drive you home?"

No. Riding in a car meant she would get home faster. "I'll walk."

"Are you sure? It's dark out."

"I like walking in the dark. Besides, it's not that far." It was a bit far. At least a twenty-minute walk if she picked up the pace. But he didn't need to know that. He didn't need to know that she wanted those twenty extra minutes of solitude before she had to face her parents.

"Okay. If you're sure."

"I am."

"Don't forget your copy of our scene. See you in the morning. And bring the pajamas!"

"I will. Bye."

Jade stepped out of Beck's RV into the cool night air. It was frigid already, but she didn't mind. The cold wind embraced her like a sweet kiss of death and carried her along down the street and all the way home.

Her dad greeted her when she entered the kitchen. "You're home late," he said.

"I told you where I was. I had an important group project."

"Is that all you were working on?"

"Maybe a bit of homework. He—"

"He?"

"Oh my gosh, Dad!"

"You weren't working on a project, were you?"

She let out a nonsensical scream and pulled their script out of her bag. "I was not making out with him or doing whatever your disgusting mind created! This is our script that we were working on, the one that took all evening."

He jabbed his finger onto the paper and said, "You'd better be telling the truth. I hate your school, but as long as you're there, it has to be your top and only priority."

"Really? I didn't pick up on that from our hundreds of other conversations exactly like this." She yanked the paper out from under his thumb and saw the ink smear. Great. "I'm going upstairs. Goodnight."

He didn't even respond. He only went back down the hall to his office. She stormed up the stairs. Her mom stood at the top of them, her expression grim. "Hi, Jade."

"Yeah, hi. Is Elijah in bed?"

"No, not—"

Jade threw open the door to her brother's room. He stared up at with wide eyes and whimpered. "I need your pajamas," she said as she rifled through his dresser.

"Jade!" her mom said as she came and stood in the doorway.

"It's for a scene I'm doing tomorrow, Mom. I need those fire truck pajamas."

"Oh."

"Found them."

"Well, at least they're going to good use."

Jade walked out without another word to either of them. She heard her brother whimper again and her mom's soothing mutterings.

Yes, Jade hated her mother. She hated how weak her mother was. She hated that she was still married to a narcissistic sociopath who took advantage of her and her children. Jade hated that her mother had never once had the spine to stand up for any of them. And while she did hold a grudging sort of love for her brother, he had way too much of their mother in him to allow him access to Jade's full love.

Jade slammed her bedroom door and flopped down onto her bed. She pulled out her favorite scissors and began to shred Elijah's pajamas further. She kept going until they were tatters but still sturdy enough to not fall apart at the touch. She put them beside her bag for the morning and got ready for bed.

One in the morning. Jade slept on and off all night, but had woken up fifteen minutes ago and could not fall back asleep. The stress of the weekend had caught up to her. As much as she didn't like or respect her father, his words—and sometimes actions—still scared her. She knew that he held the power over her future and that the future she wanted for herself was drastically different than the one he wanted for her.

Add into all those terrifying emotions the newfound respect and appreciation for a certain pretty boy, and it was a recipe for disaster and sleeplessness in her cold, bitter heart.

Jade pulled up her laptop and watched a few SplashFace videos, but she couldn't take her mind off of everything that had been happening over the last few weeks. She felt ready to explode. Beck's words ran over and over in her mind: "Everyone needs someone to confide in, right?"

She checked the clock. 1:14 a.m., which meant it was 3:14 a.m. in Minnesota. Jade took a deep breath and sent a video chat request to the one person she knew who would be up at this hour. It rang a few times, and then the screen transitioned to an image of a young teenage girl rubbing her hair with a towel. "Jade!" she squealed. "Hey! I just got out of the shower. It's so good to see you!" She sat down in her desk chair, her wet brown hair clinging to her cheeks.

"Hi, Leah."

"Whoa, isn't it, like, one in the morning there?"

"Yeah. I couldn't sleep."

"Oh. Well, I don't have to be at the rink for another hour. You wanna chat?"

"No, I called you because I wanted to order a pizza. Yes, I want to chat."

"Oh, good! I'm sorry I haven't been able to talk much. I've been busy with competitions and practice and, of course, school. And moving. We finally got our house last week. Yay! I'd take you on a tour, but my family's still asleep."

"It's cool. I just wanted to talk, anyway."

"So, how did the play go? I can't believe you actually got to play the part. That never happens to understudies."

"I know. It was great."

"How was your big debut, then? Was it exciting? Oh my gosh, I'm so jealous of you. I wish we could've gone there together!"

"I know, but your parents just suck."

"Ah! Take it back!"

"Fine, fine. They're all right. But they shouldn't have made you leave."

"I don't know. Yeah, it's cold here, but I also like the chance to focus on my figure skating. And some of the people are cool. Not as cool as you and everyone else back there, of course."

"Well, it's hard to compare to me." Jade's face melted into a genuine smile, something that she hadn't done for a long time now. "I miss you."
"I know. But tell me what's going on! I can tell you've got something on your mind."

Jade launched into the events of the last few weeks. Everything from meeting Beck, Robbie, and Cat, to her fight with the bully, to her dad's threats. Leah sat there and listened, and she offered supportive comments from time to time. Jade felt extremely grateful. Leah was the one person she'd come across in her life who made the extended effort to get to know her and then stayed once she did. She was a bit too perky for Jade's taste, perhaps, but it wasn't a fatal personality flaw. She was sweet and encouraging, and sometimes Jade needed that in her life. In all her efforts to avoid friends, she had forgotten how good it felt to have a real one.

They talked for half an hour more until Leah had to finish getting ready for the rink. Jade closed the laptop and pushed it off her bed. With the great weight of emotion temporarily relieved from her mind and heart, she laid back down and went to sleep.

I've been waiting to introduce Leah. I feel like Jade needs an old friend while I transition her to new ones. And, yes, Leah will be back, and she'll have longer and more important conversations with Jade. I'm so excited for her role in this story.

So while doing this story and trying to come up with random props to use, I found this site called . They'll literally give you random anything. So that's where I got most of the props. Also, I couldn't decide if Robbie and Cat should be on a team together, so I used the random teams generator to figure it out. I threw some extra names in there and created four groups. On the very first go, Cat and Robbie weren't together, but Beck and Jade were (which I was already planning to do, obviously). The generator is a Bade shipper, and I love it.

Also, I know that Jade's mindset about her mom is a horrible one. I do not condone it at all, it was just something that I found realistic. I'm hoping to address it more later on, but I'm just letting everyone know now that what Jade thinks about her mother is very wrong. It's not a healthy way of thinking at all. (But that's how it goes sometimes. :( )

Hey, if you've got an account and a computer, go vote on my poll! And if you don't, check out the information in my footnote on "Mister British Man" (a Bade one-shot I published recently) and leave a review or shoot me a PM with your thoughts. I still can't decide what to do!

Reviews are appreciated but not required. Thanks for reading!

~ Rosie