Ok, so this is my first FanFiction... all reviews are much appreciated, positive and negative. never written anything like this before, so I don`t really know how I feel about the story. Anyway, please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious, Dan Schneider does... If I did, there would be a lot more Bade

This happened every weekend….. Jade would come over, and we'd end up arguing over the stupidest things. Take tonight for example, we had been in my RV barely an hour when I casually brought up what we could have for super. But of course, as with everything with Jade, a simple suggestion is taken as a threat.

"What? There's no way I'm eating that!"

"It was just a suggestion! We don't have to have Chinese if you don't want to."

"Well I don't, so we're not."

"Ok, fine, what do you want to have?"

"I don't know. Stop harassing me!"

"Jade, it was a simple question. Why do you have to blow things out of proportion?" God she could be so annoying sometimes. It was times like these that I wished that I had a normal girlfriend…. Or at least one who wasn't constantly yelling at me.

"You? You feel harassed? Why do you always accuse me?

"Look babe, I don't want to argue about this. I don't care what we eat."

I moved over to where she was sitting on my couch and tried pleading with my eyes. Her expression didn't change, but we had been together long enough that I knew that she was softening. Leaning over I brushed a piece of hair behind her ear and nuzzled her neck.

"Beck, stop it. We were arguing!"

"Babe, its Friday…. The only night that you get to sleep over, I just want to have a nice time with you. You, my girlfriend who I never get to see enough of."

"Don't be a sap."

"Fine then, you want me to just leave and spend the night with Andre? I could meet up with Robbie. Or how about I go hang out with Tori for awhile!"

"Beck!"

It's at this point that Jade hits me. I can't help but laugh, which aggravates her even further. God, it's ridiculous what I put up with just to be with her.

"You know, some people don't like being hit. Especially when it's a constant, perpetual action. Some people would call that reason enough to break up with someone."

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize that they are a mistake. I had meant it as a joke, a playful remark on our relationship, but I know not to joke about that with Jade. Her face drops, and a hurt expression overtakes her features.

"Baby, I didn't mean it like that."

"If you don't want to be with me, I'll leave. Don't worry Beck, I won't hurt you anymore."

"Jade, come on. It was a joke; a stupid, thoughtless joke. I love you, and I love being with you. I love when you hit me, when you yell, when you're irrationally jealous or temperamental. I just don't like it 24/7. I like breaks…. You know, moments like Fridays when we can be alone, and you can stop acting tough for just a couple hours."

She hated when I talked like that, but I quickly reached for her arm and pulled her onto my lap. Placing her head in the crook of my neck, I placed my lips against her temple, and we just sat there for several minutes. Although I loved her brass, unconventional, fearless attitude, I also relished these quiet moments.

When she was calm, and almost innocent looking. When she didn't feel the need to defend herself, or even talk. We could just enjoy being with each other, feeling the other person's body against our own, feeling the others breath against our skin. But alas, these moments are sparse and fleeting.

"So, what are we going to eat?"

"Whatever you want to."

"Italian?"

"Your wish is my command."

"God you're so corny Beck."

I got up and rummaged around for my keys. She slumped back against the couch and pulled her legs up with her.

"I'll be back in a couple minutes. Pick out a movie while I'm gone?"

"Fine. But you're watching a chick-flick with me."

"Jade, I'm back!"

"Got food?"

"No. You see, I got all the way out to my car and decided, I'm going to just drive around for twenty minutes, then come back without super and anger my girlfriend."

"Don't act stupid. I'm starving."

She got up from the couch and wrapped her arms around her mid-section, coming over to look at what I'd returned with. I leaned down to give her a quick kiss on the lips, and then went to get plates and cutlery. Jade opened up everything, revealing the containers of pasta, chicken, salad, rolls and shrimp which I had bought. We filled our plates, and I changed out of my jeans into sweatpants and a wife beater.

Jade had already donned a pair of pyjama pants, which she keeps in her drawer here, a tank top and one of my softest plaid shirts. Her makeup was gone and her hair had been left to its own devices. I forgot just how much effort she put into getting ready, forgot just how different she looked when she wasn't trying to impress anyone.

"What the hell are you staring at?"

"Nothing. Just you."

"It's weird. Stop it."

"Anything you want."

I turned off the lights, and we both sat down on the couch. Jade had chosen some chick movie, but I knew she wasn't really into it. She thought that she could bug me with it, but I honestly didn't care. I pulled her closer and she rested her head against my chest. We finished super, and the movie seemed to drone on forever.

But neither of us noticed. She had curled up against me, and I had begun to absent mindedly draw circles on her stomach. We both drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in each other, feeling completely safe in one another's arms.

So this was supposed to be a one shot, but I'd consider making it a series of one shots... let me know if anyone would be at all interested.