(The luxury coach glides into the gas station and halts at one of the pumps with grace. A man with wild hair hops out and walks towards the pump scratching his head. A boy and girl with arms entwined come forth next. The girl's red hair is prominent enough to define both of them. Soon afterwards, a girl holding a puppet comes out. She is staring at the limp figure in her arms with a look of disdain. A boy carrying an Ipad with a piano app pulled up on it comes next; his eyes focused only on the piece of technology before him. Lastly, a girl wearing all black and a boy with sad eyes exit the coach. They refrain looking at one another.)

Beck: Jade….

Jade: (Turns around.) Don't talk to me.

Beck: But…

Jade: I said, don't talk to me!

(She stalks away leaving him alone once more.)

Jade's POV:

My nose crinkles in disgust as I step into the gas station. It reeks of sweaty tow truck drivers and desperate women who wear too much perfume. I sigh, force myself out of the doorway and towards the coffee maker where Cat and Robbie are standing… Well technically, they are standing at the hot dog machine, but it is next to the coffee machine, so no big difference.

"Hey Jade." Cat calls out. Her puppy-dog eyes are shining with excitement. I smile, enviously though. Sometimes I wish I could be like Cat, happy, ignorant, and full of joy. It must be nice to live in a suspended state of happiness, where there's no heartbreak, sorrow, death, blood, screaming, pain, tears, hot boys who seek to tear you apart, hot boys with awesome hair who ruin you… I sigh knowing my world is a suspended state of pessimism.

"Hey Cat, Robbie." I say dully. I am in no mood to be mean right now. It would require too much energy. "So whatcha doing?" Cat asks. I look to her face to see she is oblivious to my most blatant sadness. I go back to envious thoughts of her. "Just making coffee." I reply, getting a white, Styrofoam plastic cup out to prove it. Robbie, being the shy and awkward person he is, was wandering around, but unsurprisingly, he wasn't straying too far from Cat… Wait, where was Rex? Oh like you care, Jade.

My inner thoughts are right. I really don't care. "Oh, wow!" The redhead says, staring at me while I fill the cup with the warm substance. Afterwards I put in the six sugars and six creams, not caring that I'm breaking my usual standard for coffee. I'm tired and I deserve to be pampered, well somewhat pampered.

"Okay, well I'm going to go use the restroom Cat." I say, putting on my most patronizing voice. "Will you watch my coffee while I go?" Cat nods and stares at me with solemn eyes. I smile as I make my way towards the restroom. A bald man with a long leather coat stares at me as I go. I pay no mind to him though. Most of my father's friends do the same.

Beck's POV:

If I were a cartoon right now, a dark, rainy cloud would be hanging over my head. No kidding. People would look at me and know immediately that I'm in a horrible mood. But then again, people in the real world can probably tell I'm in the bad mood, judging by the way they're looking at me as I violently push the gas station door open. I sigh, knowing that my pessimistic thoughts aren't helping anything.

I scan the area for her and much to my relief, she isn't there. Everyone else is though. André is paying for a candy bar and a soda at the register, Tori is grabbing an energy drink from the drink area, and Robbie is playing peek-a-boo with Cat through Rex. The red-head is giggling. Jade must be using the bathroom.

I walk towards the coffee machine with half the mind to fix her a coffee along with my own. I decide against it and wait for the person before me to finish.

The person before me is a tall, bald man, wearing a long, leather trench coat. He hums an unfamiliar tune as he nonchalantly drops two or three tablets in his coffee cup. I assume it is some sort of medicine. "Oops, I'm sorry sonny, I'm holding you up here." The man, turning around, looks at me apologetically. I smile, showing him I didn't mind waiting. The man nods, turns back around, and stirs his coffee real quick before grabbing it, and going to stand towards the entrance to the bathrooms. I wonder why he's doing that before shaking my head. It isn't my place to judge. I turn my attention towards to coffee maker and begin to whistle a merry tune as the coffee pot starts to bubble.

Jade's POV:

I walk out of the bathroom and see that the bald man is standing towards the entrance of the hallway which contained the bathrooms. I immediately put my guard up. Perverts didn't scare me, but it wouldn't do to be completely incautious. I give him a polite nod and look towards to coffee machine. Beck is there, Cat's not… My coffee isn't there either.

"Missy?" I turn around to see the man in the trench coat staring at me with a sincere, apologetic look on his face. I walk towards him gloomily, not wondering what the old geezer wants with me. He's probably just like every other old geezer his age, lonely and looking for a young teenager to cheer him up and then there's the possibility that his wife, if he has one, put him out of the house and he's looking for someone vulnerable to entreat him to a room in their house… So many possibilities… "Yes sir?" I ask, my voice devoid of emotion.

"Your young red-headed friend, she left your coffee at the coffee maker and I didn't want anyone taking it so I picked it up… I hope you don't mind." I smile sincerely, glad my suspicions that he was weird were wrong. It had been nice of him to watch my coffee for me. If it had been left alone, someone might have slipped something in it or something along those lines. "Thank-you. Your kindness is very much appreciated." I say, taking the coffee from his hands. I then hold it up to my mouth, intending to take a sip, but I hear his voice, intruding into my coffee-loving thoughts.

"NO!"

A/N: I'm sorry this is such a short chapter… I had a writer's block. The next chapter's gonna be MUCH better.