a/n: Hi. Yes, I'm still alive. So I was trying to write something for The Worst Couple. Being the huge dork that I am, I was crying until like, ten minutes ago. Not really, I only cried most of the time. The rest of the time, I was either ranting to Brinley (a friend) about how in the wrong Beck was in this episode or serving various strangers food at my church's Valentine's Day banquet(s). Anywho, I was reading LizArianaJadeCat's fanfiction 'What Now?' when I was hit by this bout of inspiration. So, thank you, dear, for posting that and inspiring me :')

"...Ten."

You could almost feel him right on the other side of the door. Mere inches away from you. It would have been so easy for you to reach out, twist the handle and fall into his arms. But, a thought you really didn't want to think plays around in your mind. Teasing you, taunting you. If you could open the door so easily, he could too. You gave him this chance; This chance to prove he really cared for you. But, no. He didn't care. He made that perfectly clear. Beck Oliver, the boy that swore to you that he loved you. The boy that told you over and over that he would always love you, never leave you. The boy that couldn't even be bothered to twist a doorknob for you. If that's not love, then what is? Ha.

A heavy silence falls over you, nearly suffocating you as you speak that last number, your voice cracking under the overwhelming weight of your disapointment. In that moment, you don't hear anything. Not Beck's footsteps, not Tori's voice, volunteering to jump right in and fix it (funny, you don't even consider her your friend, yet she's more willing than your boyfriend to try and fix your relationship). You don't hear Cat's high voice, blabbering on about something her brother did once, or Robbie half-heartedly berating Rex for saying something insulting, or even Andre's awkward sighs. You don't even hear your own freaking heart, pounding like a drum in your ears.

There's.

Just.

Silence.

You reach for the handle, but stop half way. He doesn't want you; doesn't need you. He made no subtlties in proving that point. You walk away with tears in your eyes that don't dare to spill.

And.

Then.

There's.

Just.

Silence.

You stop, and backtrack. Right up to the doorstep. You pull off your necklace; black chain, with a gold pendant dangling from it. The one that matched Beck's perfectly. You pull it gently from your neck and place it on the doormat. Then, you go, just as quietly as you came, back to your car. You climb into the driver's seat, turn on the ignition. Suddenly, the realization of what just happens hit you. And you're not just hurt. You're not just upset. You're angry. Furious. At yourself, at him, for leaving you like that. You floor the gas pulling out of the driveway; making your leaving known.

And.

Then.

There's.

Just.

Silence.

You've finally made it home when you hear your phone ringing. You jump on it, hoping for it to be Beck, but no. It's only Cat, calling to see if you're okay. You lie and say you're fine, but she still promises you that she's coming over later. You sigh, knowing that she's going to come whether you want her to or not and hang up, retiring to the couch in your den. You flip the TV on, and scan the channels. Everything on makes you think of Beck. All those sappy romantic movies, he made you watch those. Those stupid reality shows, you both spent hours together, making fun of them. Fear Factor, he gagged while you laughed. American Idol, you liked watching it more than you would admit, but he loved it.

You turn the TV off with a violent push of a button, as a tear slips past your eyelids and onto the pillow you didn't realize you were holding. Fresh tears fall from your eyes, and you press your face into the harsh fabric. Your body wracking with each noiseless sob.

And.

There's.

Just.

Silence.

The doorbell rings after a while, and you stagger up from the couch, light headed from crying. You pick up your coffee from the lamp table and sip it. It's cold, so it's not very satisfying, but it's better than open the door, not even bothering to look at who is standing there.

"Look, Cat. You really didn't have to co-" You stop cold when you finally look up to see olive skin and warm brown eyes, shining with pain, looking you over. After a long moment of a deer-in-the-headlights reaction, you slam the door in his face. As much as it hurts to turn him down, it's better off. You gave him an opprotunity to redeem himself back at Vega's, and he spit on it. As soon as the door is shut, you spin on your heels and walk back to the den. You're working on autopilot, not yet comprehending what's going on. You're so lost in yourself that you don't hear the door opening again. It's not until you feel a familiar grip on your waist, his hands turning you around to face him, and pulling you closer. Closer and closer, until your lips are against his. Without knowing, you kiss him back, out of sheer longing, the salty mix of your tears and the coffee on his lips overwhelming you. You stand there like that, enveloped in his embrace, too lost in the moment to remember anything.

After a long moment, he pulls away. "I'm sorry."

And.

There's.

Just.

Silence.

"No." You mutter. Pushing him back towards the door, all the hurt and pain returning. He stops you, he's stronger than you, so you can't do too much.

"I'll call the police. I swear to God, Beck. I will. Get out."

"Let me talk, Jade. I just want to explain."
"Too bad. I don't want to listen."

"Jade, I love you. I always have and I always will. I'm just such an idiot..." He ran a hand through his hair, looking at his shoes. You take the opprotunity to walk towards the den, to get away. Then, he follows you. He chases you. It's all you wanted from him, just to show a little effort. It's seemed to you like, lately, he didn't care about your relationship. You felt like you were the only one giving anything. But, now, he was showing you he could help. That he would try and save what you had. But, now. It was too late. You were too tired and you didn't want to try anymore. You didn't want to put yourself through what you've been through tonight. He lays a hand on your shoulder.

"Beck. Get out."

And.

Then.

There's.

Just.

Silence.

You ran slowly so he could catch you, but he stumbled when he ran, and he fell. He got back up, chased you, but it was too little, too late.

a/n: So, yeah. This happened. It was written in two pieces, as if you couldn't tell.

Anywho, review, yada yada yada

Hugs and kisses, love and best wishes,

Cat :*

Oh, and the "And. There's. Just. Silence." part isn't mine. It's Krissy's. Lol. Cat stole it. I figure that if Dan can take so much away from that fic (Silence. It's amazing. Read it. Now.), then I can take a little ;) So, yeah. I own a big fat, steaming pile of NADA.

Also, someone made a comment a while back at how I use alot of commas and periods, but not many exclamation points when I write from Jade's POV. Uhm, I use alot of commas and periods because that's just my style of writing. And, as far as the exclamation points, I don't think Jade thinks in exclamation points... I mean, the occasional one here and there, but everything she says and does seems to be pointed and deliberate. Very final. With periods, all nice and tidy and straight to the point. Am I making sense?