Disclaimer: Victorious doesn't belong to me. *sadness*

13 things to know about Jade West

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Number thirteen: Please

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Jade West never says please, not even if she knows someone pretty well. Deal with it.

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However, the exception proves the rule sometimes.

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"Bless you."

Jade only glared at me, reaching for the box of tissues.

"I hate being sick."

I gently played with strands of her hair, while she blew her nose, which was already bright red, thanks to the cold she'd been having for about 2 days. She kinda looked like Rudolph the Reindeer, but if I'd told her that, she'd have chopped my head off.

Unfortunately, she was already angry enough at me, cause I insisted on taking care of her, despite knowing that she hated other people seeing her sick.

"You want me to make you some tea?"

"Coffee."

I sighed.

"Jade, we've been through this; you can't have coffee when you're sick."

She groaned.

"I can have coffee whenever I want, so go make me some."

"What's the magic word?" I teased her on purpose, cause, let's be honest, teasing this girl was one of the most entertaining things to do. Ever.

"I'm sick, so get off your lazy ass and make me some coffee? Now?"

"Rude."

She only scowled.

"And unfortunately wrong" I added, causing her to glare at me again.

"You really want to argue with me when I'm sick?" she asked and I grinned.

"Yeah, cause that's like the only chance for me to win for once."

"You're such an idiot" she mumbled and closed her eyes, obviously tired.

"Just say the magic word, it's not that hard. It starts with a P."

The smirk was literally wiped off my face, when a pillow hit me, surprisingly unerring for a sick Jade, who usually was a kinda bad target.

"I'm making you some tea" I said as I stood up, putting the pillow down on her bed again.

"Coffee" I heard her again, just as I was about to close the door to her room behind me. I turned around and looked at her expectantly.

She scowled, but mumbled something under her breath.

"Sorry, I didn't quite get that" I answered with a smirk, teasing her even more, though I knew it wasn't the best time to piss her off.

"Please" she finally said, looking up at me with those stunning blue-green eyes of hers and, seriously, how should I say "no" to that?

So I went down the stairs, into her kitchen, brewing an entire pot of coffee, cause taking care of Jade requires lots of the dark beverage. Not only for her, but also for me, since I'm the one who will have to stay up all night, waiting for sick Jade to finally fall asleep. Which usually happens around 3 am, and I'm not the kind of person who just manages to stay up until 3 in the morning.

And while I was waiting for the coffee to brew, I just couldn't help but think about how whipped I actually was. It only took one single, little word from a girl to make me drop all of my arguments and do whatever she wanted me to, just to make her happy.

And going up the stairs again, two hot cups of coffee in my hands, I realized that it was all worth it.

Cause this was the thirteenth and last thing of major importance I had learned about Jade West. I might be whipped and do whatever she says as soon as the infamous magic word leaves her mouth, but it's all worth it.

It really is.

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They had their first big fight.

Looking at it now, neither of them could remember how it had started, but concerning her jealousy issues, it had probably been because of some other girl.

She didn't know for how long they had been fighting, but she didn't care. All she knew was that she would sure as hell not be the one to give in. Cause if there was one thing she remembered about the origin of their fight, then it was that he had started it.

He was not going to be the one to apologize. It was always her who started those little arguments about every girl he was talking to, or only looking at, and it had only been a question of time until this turned into a serious fight.

But he also knew that she wasn't going to apologize either, she was just as stubborn as him, even more stubborn than him. So he decided that for once, he would be the reasonable one, trying to fix things again. Of course she'd have to apologize too; he was just going to make the first step and come to her house.

She was alone at home, when the doorbell rang and when she opened it, she was slightly surprised to see him. Of course she had been hoping he would be the one to give in, but honestly; she hadn't expected it.

"Can I come in?" was all he said and she opened the door a little further, inviting him in.

She led him upstairs into her room, where he had been so many times. It all seemed so stupid to him now, this entire fight. Why would he risk everything he had with her, just because both of them were too stubborn to apologize?

She still didn't say anything, even when they were in her room, her sitting on her bed. He was standing there, somehow awkwardly, waiting for her to say something.

"Look..." he finally started "I'm sorry, okay?"

He didn't even know what he was apologizing for, since neither of them remembered, but it was a start.

"What for?" she asked, looking at him, and he could swear there was a hint of a smirk on her face.

He ran his hand through his hair, looking for an answer, before finally deciding to tell her the truth.

"I... can't remember. But I must've done something wrong or else we wouldn't be in that situation, right?"

As stupid as it might sound, she had to admit that she was relieved. Not only, because he said he was sorry, but also because he couldn't remember the source of their fight either.

"Me neither" she grinned and it amused her to see relief on his face too.

"But I'm sorry too" she mumbled as she stood up to kiss him for the first time in more than a week.

She felt happy, when he kissed her back and pulled her into a hug afterwards.

"Never leave me" she mumbled against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her even tighter.

"Please."

He was surprised to hear that word coming from her, she never said please. And it usually didn't bother him; it was something he had learned to love about her.

Like her never saying thank you.

Or avoiding the word 'love' and overusing the word 'hate'.

Her constant jealousy, behind which she hid her insecurity, her saying 'no' all the time, her singing, her love for coffee, her weird family, her crazy obsession with scissors.

Her rare smiles and even rarer tears.

"Never" he whispered, not letting her know how much this simple 'please' had meant to him.

It was less than a mumble, maybe it was just her lips moving against his chest. But it was more than he had ever asked for.

"...Thank you."

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AN: Wow. I guess... I'm done. O.o

I feel kinda emotional now. It's gonna take a while for me to realize that this story is actually over now... *cries*

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