A/N: I met Ariana Grande at the G Lounge in NYC. She's a lot smaller in person... A LOT smaller ...I made a complete ass of myself. After she performed, I was on my fourth drink (I drink when I'm nervous) and I decided that was the best time to go up to her. The music was so loud, I couldn't hear or speak over it so I communicated the best I knew how in that state of mind: I showed her that I follow her on twitter, gave her a bracelet I made, did the heart shape thing with my hands and went to walk away... she hugged me and said thank you, but of course, I looked like an awkward frightened mess and practically ran away to get a fifth drink. I don't remember anything after that except for talking to her brother briefly... about I don't know what and I woke up at the ferry... No idea how I got there. Moral of the story is: I'm no longer going to drink like that, especially on an empty stomach. Not to get all deep and such, but that really made me reevaluate a lot of things in my life... I put myself on a two drink minimum, and I'll never use alcohol as a tool but for fun purposes only. Drink safely, kids.

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I watched her slowly wake up, and curl against my frame. She's just too fuckin' cute for her own good. I felt like crushing her tiny body until the air escapes her lungs... destroy her very existence. I kiss her on the forehead. She lets out a squeal and tries to burry herself deeper into my skin, deeper than she is now.

"How'd you sleep?" she smiled against my ribs. I felt it.

"Okay, I suppose." I cleared my throat. Damn morning dry mouth. "How 'bout you?"

"Great." She stretched against me. Fuckin' cute. "Your bed's so cozy." Her hand slid under my shirt and rested on top of my navel. "I love Jade's body heat." Odd.

She jumped up in a panic. "That was weird! I'm sorry!" she shook her head.

"I'm used to your eccentric behavior." I said calmly. Which is true. Every weird thing she made apparent over the years didn't seem so weird anymore. In fact it would be weird if she wasn't bouncing off the walls, telling random stories ...or if she was the way I saw her last night. I never want to see her like that again.

"Kay kay." She rolled on top of me and grinned. "We have to be at school in ten minutes."

My eyes darted to the alarm clock. "Fuck!"

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We made it just in time for second period. Cat was wearing one of my smallest shirts and wore her jeans from the previous day. I doubt that I'll have enough clothes for her to last all year, or however long she planned on disappearing for... I mainly have black shirts, and plaid which only lumberjacks and lesbians wore not too long ago... I'm not a lesbian. I'm not like that.

It's weird how she actually is my best friend... I'm not sure how that happened. She's my polar opposite in every way possible and we just connect. She's the only one that I didn't freak out about her kissing Beck, even if it was for a play. I knew she wouldn't have feelings for him in that sort of way. Cat looked at him like a father figure and always turned to him for help. She would turn around with her doughy eyes and daddy would break down and do anything in his power to make her feel better.

Enough about Beck. I don't miss him.

Cat and Tori sat with me at lunch since everyone else did their best to avoid me. Beck sent me a text asking about Cat, of course. I suppose he feels like Cat wouldn't be able to answer that on her own. She's not completely helpless. Even though I want to protect her from the world, she'll never benefit from it.

I don't know why Tori insists on having me in her presence. Every other word that comes out of my mouth is an insult to her, even though she's been nothing but nice to me. She's so utterly nice to me. It's unbearable. I bet if I slam her face into a brick wall, she'll try to figure out how to apologize to me for breaking my nail... or something. Whatever. I'm bad with examples.

"I heard they're showing Death to Cheerleaders 2 this weekend. Wanna go?" Tori asked in attempts to get my mind off Beck. I honestly don't know what I'm thinking about... Sometimes my mind would be fogged up with old memories of Beck, then Cat would flood my mind. It's so hard to try and push her out, so I keep her there. I don't like anything that requires too much effort.

I shrugged. "Please, Jade?" Cat's eyebrows did that adorable wiggle that she does when she's either unsure or uncomfortable... or some other un- word.

My salad once again felt my wrath of my fork. "I have nothing better to do..." I sighed and finally took a bite.

Cat swiftly wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek, nearly making me choke on a tomato. "Yay, Jade's coming!" I swallowed hard... Stupid thoughts... Stupid Tori...

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A/N: Sorry, I rushed this chapter, and that it took so long to put it up.