disclaimer: I do not own Victorious. All rights belong to their respective owners.
summary: Eyes bright and shining, like lighters./ or, just another dysfunctional relationship.
a/n: THERE IS NO PLOT, THERE IS NO PLOT. I'm sorry; this is just me, trying to get rid of plot bunnies running around like wild in my head. I hope you do still manage to enjoy.
one million invisible lines.
Everything is like a contest of who can care less and love more, but Jade likes it better when Beck is on her side.
The idea of 'playing games' is always going to be a concept of which Beck hates, but it seems to be all he's ever done and known. He's used to it. When you have the looks and the charm like he does, it's quick learning in knowing all the tricks, all the lines, all the stops. But it's funny because the real, fine print of it all is that, no matter how many times he plays the game with Jade, he never really gets it just quite right. No matter how much Beck thinks he knows, Jade finds a way to change the rules or, even better, decides they don't matter and throws them completely out the window.
Beck finds himself being swept away and caught up and it's Jade in all her beauty and tainted, dripping perfection that leaves him mesmerized.
"Do you like me?"
"Yes," and then, "Not really," and finally, "No."
(she loves him.)
Jade can't look him in the eye but she accepts defeat in that her heart aches and suddenly she's left wanting and longing and believing –
but never having.
('cause if she could fly like planes, she'd soar the clouds.)
Beck never chooses to be the villain in the story. But when he feels like this all the time – this overwhelming sense of pressure and duty to be who he is – he supposes it makes some sort of sense.
He wonders if it would be enough for the both of them to just wake upupup and see just how far away from each other they really are. Jade smiles and says she'll be the one to break him first but he beats her to the punch and kills her slowly with every helpless gaze and dizzying kiss. And really, he's right when he says she's wrong. Jade really doesn't know what Beck is capable of and, truthfully, he feels like he's always just going to break her heart over and over again, even if it is unintentionally.
Beck never meant for it to be this way, but he's never really going to change; not even for someone as lovely in his eyes as Jade.
She's an actress, yes; but, to be honest, Jade doesn't really know what the fuck she's doing. All she knows are the things she's seen and heard and told. Even though it doesn't seem like enough, she resolves it has to be because it's all she's got. She wants to love Beck the way he deserves, she wants to be in love with him properly. And she can't explain why, but she's not sure she ever can. Even now, her mind teeters on opposite thoughts. It tugs and strains at her brain, crawls on her skin while she tries to sleep.
Jade always tastes smoke in her mouth.
When they're separated, the world feels like it shifted off its axis – unbalanced and wrong.
Beck walks around and hates how she can be anybody with dark hair and pale skin, but nobody can be her.
Jade just chooses not to look at anyone, period.
She's not around, but Beck feels her still, seeping through his skin and into his bloodstream like some sort of drug. And it's screwing him up from the inside, out and it's different from anything he's ever felt in his whole entire life. He doesn't know what to do, how to fix himself; how to make it stop.
(he doesn't think he wants it to, though.)
No matter how far he runs or tries to forget, Jade still manages to steal him away.
Jade misses him too much.
So, she drinks too much.
She's standing barefoot in this vast, open and empty space. Her toes dig into the ground below her and she feels her palms start to sweat. Thinking, and over-thinking. She falls onto the ground knees first, back straight; and, with a twist, falls onto her back and she lays on the ground staring up to the sky. Jade thinks about its enormous beauty and how she'll never fully grasp or get to see it. She thinks about all the other set of human eyes that are looking in the exact same direction. She imagines all the different moon-lit faces, all the hopeless souls finding solace in the darkness engulfing the sky. She looks and looks and she feels the grass beneath her tickle the back of her neck and the insides of her forearms.
Then, suddenly: She feels Beck. Beck, running and tracing his fingers down her arms; his lips touching her skin, grazing over the corner just behind her ear and down her neck. He's yelling at her but she can't hear him and her vision starts to blur and everything is fading out into gray and black and white. And she opens her mouth but no words come out because she doesn't know what to say. So instead, she just lays there in a calm silence and counts the stars under her breath –
(the world stops turning.)
"I love you."
She kisses him and the second she slants her mouth onto his, Beck feels his vision blur and it's all-consuming and it hurts and he's drowning in everything that Jade is and always will be. She pulls away abruptly and stays still, inches away from his face, and he sees the way her eyes are shining, full of intent and purpose.
"What do you think you're doing?" His voice is thick, unfamiliar.
"Playing the bad guy, just like you want, baby."
Jade smirks and turns to walk away when Beck makes the decision within himself that the game is over. He grabs her wrist and pulls her back, crushing her into his chest. She struggles against his grasp and he's sure he's leaving bruises on her arms but Beck doesn't care, she has to understand. He shakes her and she gazes up at him, hissing at him to just let her go.
"No. You're not leaving. Not again."
Beck kisses her and it's brutal in that he's marking her –
He drags her with him back into his home; onto his bed.
Jade lets him.
(they're together; they'll be fine.)
"Your eyes are like lighters."
It's too obscure to even be considered a pick-up line because, really – what does that even mean?
But, somehow, it works just the same.
a/n: Yeah. Bet you didn't believe when I said there was absolutely no plot. Reviews are always appreciated! Okay, bye.