I Still Love You

Looking at him through the window, she can't help but feel a tug at her heart or a tear at the corner of her eye. He had once been her everything, but now she had moved on and he had to. She was sure he was more focused on struggling to get by then reminiscing about their high school years. It was plain to see that he was having a hard time, though it wasn't like he wore his heart on his sleeve. She could tell by how he looked. Gone were the combat clothing that used to go so well with her outfits. Gone was the beautiful face girls would fawn over. Instead, replacing them with their cold hearted hands, were shabby looking jeans and an undershirt accompanied by a tired, unshaven face. Even his hair was different since he no longer could afford the products to keep it looking neat. Now his hair was short and just like every other man's. It was because he was poor. She remembered when she saw him standing outside the grocery store and it had taken some time to recognize the almost homeless man; it had been the first time in years she had seen him and she was able to tell by that wistful look in his eye something was wrong. Like he was a child a couple days before Christmas, eyeing something he so badly wants, but knows his parents would never be able to afford.

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"Watch out, buddy!" a mean looking woman addressed a pitiful looking man. She was pushing a full cart and one of the wheels on it was broken, so it kept getting thrown off the course she wanted. While it did piss her off, it was her fault it was like that because she kicked it when it got stuck on some bag of pasta and, catching her off guard, made her trip like and look like an idiot.

"Oh, sorr-" the man begins, turning around, but cuts off as he sees a cart speeding his way. He jumps back and watches as a food item falls out the side and as the thing itself goes over the sidewalk curb and into the street. He chuckles to himself at the sight.

"What! You think this is funny! It's your fault so you might as well go pick it up!" the woman barks and the man winces, finding her voice cutting and shrewd. He swears that he's heard that voice before. "Where are your manners? God!"

The man bends down awkwardly and picks up the can of chicken noodle soup and then fetches the cart, dodging a black jeep. He brings it back, scowling, and chucks the can into a bag and wheels it over to the woman, stopping it at her feet. She's wearing combat boots, he recognizes as he looks at her feet, and then looks up at the lady's face, getting a good look and trying to see the eyes behind the sunglasses.

"Stop staring!" she commands. "Now get!" The man's eyes suddenly light up and he smiles crookedly. He reaches up and grabs the lady's sunglasses off her face because he knows her. He's sure of it.

She wasn't so please though.

"If you think-"

"Hey, Jade," he greets her, shrugging, still wearing that weird smile.

"What? How do you- Beck?" she says, astonished, looking frantically at his eyes. He didn't look like the old Beck she knew, but his eyes were a dead give away to the truth. She didn't know why, but she always identified a person by their eyes. Maybe it was because no matter what, the color of the eyes never change.

"Yep," he responds. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

She doesn't even bother to calculate the years that have passed (seven) and just hugs him. Yes, Jade never hugs anyone, but over the years she's softened up a little bit and this was certainly a situation that called for some kind of affection...Until she remembered the fight they had gotten into. She hadn't completely made nice with him at the end of their high school years. But there was something about him that made her kinda...melt with pity for him.

She pulled away and took another look at his face. Wow, people changed when they grew up. A lot.

"So, what have you been doing all this time? You look horrible," she states. Leave it to Jade to tell it like it is. She never was keen on lying. After all, it was a sin.

He laughs a bit and shuffles his feet. "Not much, actually. Just looking for jobs. After Hollywood Arts, I left home and decided to live on my own. It's been a little rough, but I've managed." He's lying; that much Jade can tell. She always had a talent for telling when her ex-boyfriend was making up things, even if sometimes she was just falsely accusing him. She ignores it, though. If he didn't want to tell her, fine. It was his business and she didn't like to hear about other people's lives for the most part anyway because they usually ended up boring her. "What about you?"

"I got married and haven't had a job since," Jade says, raising an eyebrow at him, secretly wondering what he thought about that. When she was in high school, she used to dream about this moment. When she would go up to Beck Oliver and tell him that she was taken and he was never going to get her back. Then he would run his hand through his hair, something of a nervous tick he had, and would beg to get back together with her. Eventually though, that dream was washed away as the feelings dulled. It's been eight or nine years since their breakup and dwelling on it wasn't going to help anybody. Especially not her. Maybe punching someone would've, but not dwelling.

Beck nods, feeling his heart twist a little. Maybe if everything had gone right and it hadn't been screwed up by Sinjin's game show- by him- they would still be together and he wouldn't be living this horrible life. He had had everything set up for him when he stepped out of Hollywood Arts. He had a job offer, someone hounding him and trying to get him to sign a contract, and even a few interviews set up. But he threw it all away when his mother died, resolving to just take a break for a year and try some other careers like she had always wanted. She never wanted her son to rely on acting his whole life just incase something happened. It turns out, he made a mistake to try different things because a few months later after taking only a couple courses for Art, Law, and some other things, something bad had happened. It had been so sudden. His dad's shop had burned down, taking all the money in it with it. As well as his dad. His dad had always been a careful, paranoid man and he kept half of all his money in the store so when that shop burned down, so did Beck's funds for college. He and his sister were able to split the funds left, his sister getting more money than him since he knew she needed it. She had a baby to support now and it wouldn't be fair of him to take half when she was trying to raise another human being. She tried to insist on him taking his share, but he declined saying that he would always be able to get another acting job. But the film producers had cast other people and the media had moved on, even in the short while he been out of it. The producers and directors had moved on from the hype that had been Beck Oliver. If he wanted a job, he would have to start trying auditioning for parts, but he couldn't pull himself together. Not after his parents' deaths. So, he had to get a normal job. It wasn't working though; everything was on again off again and he went through a bout where he was addicted to drugs and needed endless money for his...hobby. Eventually he was able to quit, but not after he bankrupted himself. And now he was in his RV, praying to hold a job down. Since he had only gone to college for a short amount of time, he wasn't qualified for much. So he was sort of like a beggar, standing outside groceries, hoping someone would drop some money or something. Maybe someone would take pity on him. Like girl scouts. One time he got a free box from them when they spotted him hanging around. He really appreciated that.

"Oh, hey. You know what? I can get you a job," Jade says, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Really? That'd...be great!" he says and his face starts to glow a little bit. Jade mentally smiles. When he was truly happy, it looked like it took off a few years. Made him recognizable even with the short hair.

"It's not much, but we need a pool boy," Jade extends the offer, for once in her life showing kindness. This surprises herself since she would never help some random hobo like this. But then again, Beck wasn't some random hobo.

"Perfect. That's perfect. Thank you, Jade," he thanks her, a bit of a sparkle coming to his eyes.

"You start Friday. Here's my address...and my number...and be there at two," she says as she whips out a pad of paper and a pen to write everything down before handing it to the new pool boy.

He's smiling like a dope as he takes the paper with Jade's writing on it. Her handwriting hasn't changed a bit. Still as messy as ever. "See you then."

"Don't be late," she warns and walks away, rolling her squeaking cart in front of her. Suddenly, as she reaches her car, she starts to laugh and her eyes hold a happiness she hasn't felt for a long time.

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She puts a hand to the window, looking on as he uses a net to scrape the leaves off the top. That was one thing he knew how to do, she remembers. He always swore that if they ever for some reason needed money, he would go get a job as a pool boy and she would be able to watch him as he shirtlessly pours chemicals into the water. She wasn't quite sure why he had said that, but laughed at it anyway, allowing a crack of a grin. She missed his humor.

She starts to walk down the hallway and into the kitchen, then opens the sliding glass door soundlessly, gingerly stepping outside. "You made it," she says, wearing her trademark face, acting like she didn't care whether he came or not. But she did.

"Wasn't going to skip out," he answers, focusing on cleaning the pool. "You know...never mind."

"What? You know I HATE when you start a thought and don't finish it, Beck," she growls, like he just woke a sleeping dog. Like no time had passed between the two friends.

"Your house is...huge," he says sheepishly.

"That's what you get when you marry a billionaire. That and whatever else you want," she responds nonchalantly which gets a laugh from the man.

"So, what's it like?"

"What's what like? Be. Specific."

"Just...everything," he says, unfazed by her attitude. If he didn't mind it then, he wouldn't mind it now. Besides, her attitude was what made Jade...Jade. Without it she would just be like every other girl. Woman. Female.

"Broad topic," she starts, "Well now I'm able to take a bunch of acting and singing classes because I actually have money now. I have an audition coming up soon for the first time in a while. And you know, everything's been nice. Bradley's been nice." Her answer is short and slightly choppy, leading Beck to wonder what's going on in her head.

"Okay. That's good. What about...A-"

"I haven't seen them since I left Hollywood Arts. I tried to keep in touch with them for a while, but then it just became a hassle," she says. She knew this question was going to come up sooner or later and it was a shame she didn't have a better response for him. The last time she had spoken to any member of the gang was three years ago and that was Cat. Caterina Valentine. Jade recalled how she used to be best friends with the red head and she had been one of the only people she actually had a bit of a soft spot for, but the last time she had seen Cat, Cat had been...off to say the least.

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"Cat?" Jade asks, watching the synthetic blonde haired girl as she nervously rolls on the balls of her feet then back again. Her big chocolate brown eyes were scanning the room as if someone or something was going to jump out at her which was stupid. Jade's house held no unwanted guests.

"Yeah Jade?" she responds in her airy, bubbly voice. At least that hadn't changed.

"Just...nothing. So how was your tour? You were gone a long time," Jade questions, ignoring how the other girl played with her hands and the way she kinda flipped her hair from one side to the other. The shorter girl was different then she had been before tour and it was throwing Jade off and causing her to want to just yell at the blonde girl. Er, woman.

"Ahaha! It was great, Jade. You wouldn't believe what happened!" she chirps, using her hands to illustrate something. She had been on tour for a year in another country. Every contact method had been cut off. Not even the media could get her there. Now that she back, the paparazzi will probably be going to hound her for news and interviews.

"NO!" Jade barked, getting frustrated and annoyed at how the other girl was acting in her presence. It was causing her to lash out a bit and she mentally curses herself. She hadn't seen Cat in forever and this was how she was acting...Yes, Jade did have a conscience.

The other girl fell silent for a little bit before piping up in a surprisingly soft tone. "Hey Jade?"

"What."

"Eventually there's gonna be somethin' on the news about me. I think. Just don't think about it, kk?" Cat says in that ANNOYINGLY vague way of hers that made no sense what-so-ever. Like Andre puts it, every time Cat opens her mouth Jade hopes and thinks maybe it will be somewhat smart this time. It never is.

"Whatever, Cat."

The pair spent the rest of the day making cupcakes with vanilla frosting (odd because Cat used to love red velvet) and just doing stuff, but Jade couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong with Cat. Like she had become a broken record or maybe it was like she was in a play, but without passion, and just going through the motions. Jade should've pressed Cat about her actions, but she didn't.

A few days later, Jade found out Cat had been right. There was something on the news about her. It turns out, while she was on her singing tour, there was a night where the stadium was filled to the brim, and her body guards lost sight of her as she went to sign an autograph like the idiot she was. Someone took her and he...raped her, resulting in calling off the tour even though they were only a month into it. After Jade learned this she tried to call Cat, but some stupid operator told her the phone was disconnected. Cat didn't want to talk to her.

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"You mean you haven't talked to them once?" Beck asks, just looking at her. He found it hard to believe Jade would just ditch everybody (except for Tori). Especially Cat. He knew there was something between those two even if they didn't always act like it. But, he could be wrong.

"Nope," Jade hisses, trying to be difficult even though she had seen them. It had been four years ago and the group decided to have a little get together at Tori's new house. Of course they had to meet at Tori's. They always had to meet at Tori's. But, as much as Jade despised the brunette, she went anyway, just to see the gang again. And maybe to brag about her rich husband a bit.

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"Jade! Good to see you!" Andre greets her at the door and then lets her in. "Everyone's here already and they're by the kitchen," he says in that Andre way of his. Jade smiles brightly at him because she did like him as a friend even if she sometimes hated to admit it.

She walks past him and towards to where he pointed, all the while taking a look at the house around her. Vega had a pretty place, but it was nothing compared to her magnificent mansion. Even Vega couldn't outdo her this time. Jade had it made, even if she had stopped singing and acting for a little bit. It was worth it.

In the kitchen, there was a fancy microwave and lights hanging from the ceiling. There was an island made out of black marble and a big refrigerator that seemed to take up half of the room. How fat did Vega intend on getting?

"Jadey!" a high pitched voice greets her and looks from the fridge to see a tall, skinny curly haired boy staring at her and holding out his arms like he wanted a hug. No.

"Hi, Robbie," she groans and looks him up and down. He looked like he was still wearing girl skinny jeans and he still had on those dorky plaid shirts, but he ditched the glasses and...Rex. Also, he had grown a few inches and put on a bit of...muscle? He was working out? He never liked to work out. He would always scream and cry like a little girl whenever you gave him some manual labor to do. Jade had been certain he was going to grow fat and ugly like Vega when he was older. Guess she had been wrong. About the fat part. He was still gross looking.

He lowers his arms embarrassedly, blushing a deep crimson red. Only Robbie.

"Aw, come on, Jade! Aren't you happy to see us!" one Tori Vega says, rushing over and trying to give a Jade a hug who snaps and attempts to bite her. "Jade!"

"Whatever. Where's Cat?" Jade asks, looking around. A very small part of her was unwilling to admit that she had come here for the red head as well.

"She's not gonna be here. Not sure why," Andre shrugs, coming up behind Tori. Jade notices that his hair is shorter and he's wearing actually...stylish clothes instead of his ragtag ones he took to wearing. "Anyway, how you've been Jade?" he asks.

"Better than Vega," she says, giving Vega a scowl.

"Oh come on!" she begs and then begins to describe her extremely boring life about how she was in the process of making a movie and how she's already been on a few TV shows and yada yada. Life had apparently gone perfect for her...Until she got to the part about Trina. Trina had cut Tori off once she found that the other sibling was getting all the gigs while she was still at home, unable to land a job. At least, Tori thought Trina was at home, but once she went back to visit the family, they said Trina had left. No one knew where she had gone.

"Good," Jade curtly says and Tori ignores her.

"Wow...I'm really sorry to hear that," Andre sympathizes with her. No one was surprised; Andre had always had a soft spot for the beautiful brunette, even if he was going steady and head over heels in love with his girlfriend. The two were business partners, apparently, making a good living (they worked for Andre's girlfriend's dad so they both were able to hold their jobs while go through college). An average living. Not like Jade who was living the best out of all them for certain.

"Yeah, girlie," Robbie agrees. Girlie was like his catchphrase. That hadn't changed.

"What about you Robbie?" Tori asks, moving on from the sad conversation that slightly depressed everyone in the room except for Jade. It made her happy.

"Just going to college pretty much. I got an apartment and I have a job as a ventriloquist. And I finally realized, I don't need Rex," he giggles (yes giggles) happily. It was true. The young man had been recognized for his talent and he had been given a scholarship to an arts college. He didn't have a girlfriend or anything, but he was still happy as hell and occasionally, when she was around, he hit on Cat, the girl he had developed an obsession with when he was younger. He had always liked how she was so...blonde. It made his freakiness not seem so bad because she was just plain stupid. But he didn't just like that. He loved how she enjoyed life and didn't care what people thought of her. A part of him always wished that he could be like that because he, as he came to find out years later, used Rex to cover up all his insecurities. Rex portrayed someone brave and someone everyone liked while Robbie was afraid of being a coward or someone everyone hated. But all that didn't matter now. He was okay now and came to terms with himself and because of that, people liked him a lot more than they ever did Rex.

"Yay!" Tori says gleefully and claps.

"Good for you man!"

"I want to leave."

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"If you say so," Beck sighs, bringing his hand up towards his hair, but letting it drop to the side. It wasn't the same anymore. Not without his long hair. That's what had made him so boyishly handsome. And now nothing was the same. "Well, the pool's done," he says.

"Are you sure?" she questions.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Here's your pay," Jade says and hands over some neatly folded green paper bills. "Come back in a week. Same time. Don't be late."

Beck nods and starts to head out, but stops for a second, the clacking of Jade's boots bringing back memories. Sweet bitter memories. "Wait, Jade."

"What."

"What's Bradley like?" he asks and suddenly he frowns. He shouldn't have asked that. Her husband was her business, not his. But yet...Beck can't help but wonder the kind of man that fell for Jade. Was it someone like him?

Jade hesitates before talking and without even turning around, responds, "He's kind, smart...helpful..." Then she walks away without another word, leaving Beck to wonder exactly what Bradley Berns looked like and how he talks and what he talks about. Wondering if he brags about his wife, Jade Berns or is really, truly in love with her like Beck used to be.

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A week passes and soon Beck is at her pool again, scrubbing away again...or whatever you do when you clean a pool. And she's watching him again. Watching as he wipes the sweat off his forehead and then returns to picking the leaves out. There were a lot of trees around (Bradley loved nature) and it made cleaning the pool take longer than normal. There was more to vacuum and more to scoop up.

Jade decides to walk out to greet him.

"Hey Beck," she says.

"What's up," he responds, flashing a smile at her.

"You," she abruptly says and then clarifies herself. "What really happened to you?" She couldn't help but care for the boy she once loved even if she had moved on to greater things.

He takes a minute to respond, diving into the dark memories he tried so hard to put away and keep at bay. "...My parents died and they were bankrupt, so me and my sister had to split the small amount of money left. She was having a baby, so I let her have the house and most of the money. I thought I could land an acting job, but I...couldn't pull myself together," he says quietly and she can't tell whether his eyes are tearing up or if it's just the pool water he splashed on himself. "Since I wasn't able to complete college, I couldn't get a good job. I thought that maybe, somehow, I'd be able to pay for myself and live on my own like I always wanted to. God, I was stupid. Soon I was getting...into drugs," he explains and suddenly, he starts to tear up and sits on the chair behind him, holding his forehead with his hand. Jade watches with horror for a few seconds before going over by him and then starts to soothe him by running her hand through his hair. He doesn't need to say anything else. Jade got it. Jade always got him.

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"No, I want to live in my RV. It's a lot better than being at my parent's house, man," Beck argues to Andre, hating the fact that his best friend was against him. It was his choice; Andre should respect that. Beck was nearly an adult and he was capable of making his own decisions without some headstrong teenager trying to butt in and give "advice."

"I'm just saying that it doesn't make sense to be parked right out in the front lawn of their house and not live there!" Andre exclaims, not getting Beck. He swore sometimes Beck was mentally insane.

"If I live under their roof, I have to follow their rules! Under my own roof, I have freedom!" Beck says exasperatedly and takes a sip of the juice he was holding, trying to act like he wasn't upset with Andre.

"But you're right in their-"

"I get it," Jade interrupts, glaring at Andre.

"But-"

"BUT?"

"N-Nothin'," Andre backs down. Whatever. They can just pretend that Beck's idea was totally smart and not really idiotic like everyone else knew it was.

"Thanks," Beck says quietly and Jade rests her head on his shoulder. She got why he didn't want to live with his parents. She didn't want to live with her parent either. There was something liberating about not sharing the same roof with your family. It was sort of enthralling because they never had to know where you were and where you were going. They couldn't see you leave even if they wanted to. Jade wanted that. She got Beck. She knew how he ticked. They were a perfect couple after all. He knew how to calm her down and she got his complicated ideas. They completed each other like no one else could. She and him were a balanced relationship. He was the sun which made everything grow and wake up, and she was the moon which cooled everything down and gave them a rest.

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A few months go by and every time Beck comes, she's no longer waiting at the window, but waiting at the sliding door. Sometimes, she'll wait hours for him to come, just sitting by the door, entertaining herself. Sometimes she even pets the chocolate lab which is amazing because she hated dogs. The way they jumped all over you and licked you to death with their slobbery tongues made her want to scream. And the way they were always happy made her want to yank their tails off their little bodies. She would to see how happy they would be then.

These differences in Jade's behavior didn't go unnoticed by Bradley, unfortunately for her. He was a kind and understanding husband, but even he didn't get why she appeared to be so into her old friend, who was a boy. Just because he wasn't the jealous type didn't mean he didn't get jealous. Jade never waited for him to come home from work like that no matter the amount of expansive things he got her. It wasn't fair that she was talking to an almost homeless boy rather than a manly, rich guy such as himself.

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"You know, this is a really good dinner, honey. Where'd you find the recipe?" Bradley asks cheerfully, almost finished with his plate of artichoke and fresh vegetables. Jade was a good cook, but this meal was just superb. Everything mixed so well, unlike a few years ago when she first made the dish. When Jade didn't know how to cook at all. Having a lot of time on her hands she was able to learn how and become an exceedingly good cook.

"Someone gave it to me," she smiles back, only halfway through her meal, playfully pushing around a brussels sprout. Almost like she's not interested in it and her mind is wandering somewhere far away. Bradley pauses and puts his fork down on his plate a little to loudly for Jade's liking and she glares at him.

"Not from that pool boy, right?" he accuses distastefully.

"What? Why would you even say that? Is there something wrong," she barks, immediately set off. Being married for seven long years, Bradley knew how to step around her trigger points, but he had knowingly stepped into a pretty big bomb.

"Why do you always wait for him? And you're always talking to him the whole time he's here. Is there something up, Jade?"

"Obviously not!" she shouted, getting up from her seat and slamming her hands down on the table. "Get off my back!"

And Bradley, being the submissive type, went back to eating his food solemnly as she stalked away, punching the wall to her left and then going up the stairs to wherever she was going.

Bradley ate silently for a few more minutes, polishing his dinner before putting his silverware down and resting his elbow on the wooden table. Then he rested his forehead into his arm and wept quietly, his gasps for breath racking his strong body.

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Soon, a year flies by, Beck over cleaning the pool every week. It's a year round job because it never gets cold enough for water to freeze, so Jade is able to enjoy and expect his company every Friday. J like this one.

"You know Jade, I can't help but think about our high school years," Beck says absentmindedly. "We were so close back then...Then everything kinda fell apart."

Jade remains silent, wondering where he could possibly be going with this. Hopefully not back to the days where they dated. That would be just awkward.

"Jade," he starts, his voice breaking, "I still love you."

Jade doesn't say anything. She's frozen as if time just stopped. What'd he say? No, no, no. This wasn't supposed to happen! He wasn't supposed to still love her. He was supposed to get over it after she married Bradley!

"Listen, I know this is crazy, but I know you don't love Bradley. I can tell from the way you talk about him...or don't. I know you're not happy. You've told me how you've wished you could go back to acting. He stopped you from doing that when you married him. You don't love him Jade. His money is great and all, but...I still love you...Jade? Say something..." he begs and for the first time in a long time, Jade is speechless. She always has a comeback for everything you say. But not this time. This time she fumbles for words and takes a minute to decide what she's going to say.

"That's not how it's supposed to be, Beck. You're not supposed to love me. I...I don't love you Beck. I'm married to Bradley. I got over us. You."

"But we always get back together. You're in love with m-"

"No, Beck. I'm not!" And now she's screaming, tears threatening to fall from her pale face.

"Yes you-"

"I want you to go."

"I haven't finished cleaning the pool!"

"Go."

"Don't you hear what I'm telling you!"

"Beck, I loved you. Loved. But what you did was unforgivable. Leave," she growls.

"What about Friday?"

"I think you should find another job, Beck. I bought a cover for the pool so we won't need it cleaned as often," she sniffs, and then ran away, her heels clacking against the stony ground, once again bringing back those memories he so loved.

As she ran, she wiped tears from her eyes. Beck was wrong. He was wrong to make her feel this way. Yes, he was right in that she was settling for Bradley and his money, but she didn't love Beck anymore. She was able to get over him. After she had counted to ten and he wasn't out beside her, holding her in his arms, it had been a hard road, but she able to reach the end and turn onto a new one. One that involved Bradley. Not Beck. He ignored her after they broke up and eventually, she was able to accept that. Now he was back for her. That she couldn't accept even if she did occasionally miss the things they used to tell each other. But she didn't need him anymore. She had a life now.

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"Jade, what's wrong?" Beck asks worriedly, slightly afraid by his girlfriend's tearful face. She never cries. Ever. She was Jade West.

When she didn't answer, Beck sat by her on his bed and put his arm around her, waiting for her to talk. He wouldn't push her if she didn't want to open up because he was sensitive like that and sometimes, all you needed was a shoulder to cry on.

"Beck?" she finally sniffs.

"Yeah?"

"I want you to hold me," she requests, another thing she never does. Beck hurriedly sits behind her and then wraps his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder, feeling the sobs rack her seemingly frail body. He could nearly feel the tremor in her voice and the pain she was feeling.

Then, he started to tear up.

"Beck, tell me you love me," she pleads lowering her hands from her eyes and entwining them in Beck's warm, comforting ones.

"I love you," he says quietly, his voice breaking slightly.

"Why are...Why are you sad?" she wonders. Strange because she usually is insensitive to others.

"...Because you are, Jade," Beck says, a small tear finally falling from his eye. "And you mean the world to me and you always will."

Author's Note: This is only a one-shot because I usually don't get a lot of reviews and I feel this is fine as a one-shot. Also, I got into an accident and sustained a brain injury so I'm really not supposed to be writing, but if people say that they want me to continue and make this more than a one-shot, then I will. And I usually don't mind how many people review, but it was making me feel a little down. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! And if you have any constructive criticism or praise, review please!