Why? // Bade.

4. Happy and Different.

I woke up really happy this morning. For some reason, the sun isn't bothering me. I love it. It makes Beck's face so good looking. :)
Beck turns over and his hands move from my waist to my chest. I suddenly remember that I'm naked in Beck's arms. But you know what, he's the exact same.
I wait until Beck wakes up minutes later. He groans and his eyes flutter open. I catch his eyes with mine.
"Morning beautiful," he says.
I blush, "Morning."
"So...."
"So what? Is there something on my face?!"
He laughs at that, "No."
"Good. But I'm sure my makeup's all smeared."
"It's fine."
I smile at him, "What day is it?"
"Crap. It's Friday."
"Can't we just-"
We both quickly sit up when a knock comes on the door.
"Beck? Are you awake?"
"Shoot!" I whisper.
"Get under the covers!"
"Okay."
I bury myself under the covers and lie down flat.
"Beck?"
"I'm awake!"
"I'm coming in! I have some of your clothes!"
"No it's fine!"
"Oh Beck!"
I hear the door handle jiggle.
"Open the door!"
"Urgh," Beck huffs. I feel him jump out of bed and hear a couple drawers open. The door opens.
"Was that so hard Becky?" Mrs. Oliver says.
"No," he replies.
In a split second, the door shuts and Beck's by my side again. He pops his head under the covers.
"I don't have anything to wear," I complain to him.
"I'll find you something."
"I can't wear your clothes!"
"Sure you can."
Beck leaves my side and I peek from out of the blanket mound.
"I'll wear the red plaid shirt!" I say as I see him toss it aside. "And I was wearing jeans so I'll rewear them."
"Okay..."
Beck picks up the red plaid shirt, my jeans, my bra, and my... Panties.
"There you go my lady."
I get dressed and slide out from the covers.
"You look pretty good," Beck says.
I nod and walk to the bathroom.
"Oh gosh, my hair's a mess! Beck, what did you do to me?!"
I hear him laugh.
My hair's sticking out in all directions and my makeups a little bit smeared. It's only my eyeshadow though. I wipe it off.
Once we're both done getting ready, Beck checks the house's windows and the driveway.
"Clear! Hurry up Jade!"
I run across the parking lot and get into the convertible. Beck silently pulls out of the drive way and heads towards school.
"Oh man!"
"What now?"
"I don't have a backpack."
Beck smirks, "I'd let you borrow my stuff, but we only have one class together."
"Whatever."
Beck parks the car in his usual spot and opens the door for me.
"So? Do you want to go in first and I'll come in after?" Beck asks.
"Nah. Come on," I take his hand and smile hugely at him. My walk seems to be more of a skip then everything.
"You're in a good mood," Beck says.
"Ya. I guess I am."
"You guess?"
"Don't ruin the mood!" I snap.
"And there's my Jadey," he says and kisses the top of my head.
"Don't call me Jadey!"
"Okay babe."
I smile at him and go back to my happy mood. It makes Beck grin down at me some more.

My classes go by quickly today. Every class I've been fine through even without my books. I've also been nice to everyone for some reason.
What is going on with me?
I think on that question for a while.
Jade why are you so happy?
I continue to think about that while I walk. I get that Beck and I slept together last night, but does that seriously make someone turn this happy?
All of a sudden I walk straight into a figure. I look up to find Tori.
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" I say to her and pick up the books I made her drop all over the floor. When I place them back in her hands her jaw's dropped.
I smile at her, "What?"
"Y-y-y-your..." She stutters.
Tori breaks out into a run for it. She screams down the halls, "Beck Oliver!!! You have some explaining to do!!!"
Many people stare at me as I walk to lunch with a smile on my face. All I can think of is Beck. How I can't wait to see his face.
Then I get it. I'm so happy because I've realized, I want to always be with Beck. And if that means to be happy all the time to make him happy, then so be it.
I sit down next to Beck at our usual lunch table and kiss him on the cheek. He wraps his arm around me.
"Hey guys," I say with a smile. "I like your shirt Tori. Purple looks good on you."
Again, everyone stares at each other in disbelief.
"I like you when you're happy," Cat pipes in.
"Same," Beck says and kisses my head. He turns my face towards his and whispers in my ear, "Why are you so happy?"
I grab his hand and begin to lead the way to the parking lot.
"Goodbye guys!"
Once we reach Beck's convertible and are sitting down with the roof up, I speak.
"I love you Beck."
He smiles, "I love you too."
"And I've noticed that I only ever want to love you."
He smiles bigger and takes my hands, "Me too."
"And I've decided that I need to be happy for you. Also, my mood apparently gets better when you touch me."
"Then maybe we should do it more often."
We both begin to laugh and he leans in to kiss me. I kiss him back. Soon enough, I'm on top of Beck pushing my lips into his. We both occasionally moan.
Once we finish our kiss Beck asks me what I want to do. In the end, we decide to skip the rest of school to hang out, just the two of us, at my house. We agreed we wouldn't do it though, just incase my Dad comes home early.
He pull into my drive way a few minutes later.
"Race you to my room," I say. I feel childish today.
"Deal."
"Three. Two. One. Go!"
I open the door and take off my seatbelt; bolting to the house door. I open it up and run upstairs. As soon as I'm about to reach the final step, a pair of hands pick me up by the waist and sling me over their shoulder.
"Beck Oliver! Put me down!" I scream and kick.
All he does is laugh though.
"Beck!" I whine. But I give up. He obviously isn't putting me down.
Once we reach my room, Beck drops me on my bed.
"You're so mean!" I joke.
"Ya. Ya." He fumbles around through my drawers.
"What are you looking for?" I ask him.
"That scotch I bought you last week."
"Oh."
I reach under my bed and pull out the bottle. Beck gets on his hands and knees and searches under the bed for the glasses he got me to go with the drink. I run downstairs and grab some essential scotch cocktail ingredients.
"Found them!" Beck calls from downstairs.
"Coming!"
I run up the stairs and put all the ingredients on my desk. Beck makes us both cocktails. After he's done, he hands me mine.
"Wanna play a game?" Beck asks.
"What type? Because I'm not playing board games or barbies."
He laughs, "No. It's a question game. We ask each other questions that the other person has to answer truthfully. Okay?"
"Sounds fine. Okay."
"I call going first. If I asked you to marry me right here on the spot would you say yes?"
I stare at him for a bit. Was there a hidden question in there?
"Wait. Are you ligit asking me?"
"No. I'm hair wondering."
"Okay..... Well I think I'd say yes."
"Okay. Your turn."
"Umm...... Have you ever wanted to break up with me because of my attitude?"
"I think that sometimes I thought I did, but to think back on it, I know I wouldn't have."
I smile at him.
This continues for about another hour and a half. We drink a couple cocktails. But not too strong.
"Okay one last question," Beck says.
"Okay."
"Would you ever have or consider kids?"
I stare at the floor. I'm starting to hate this game.
"I don't know. Right now, I hate little kids. But maybe someday, if it makes you happy, I will."
He smiles at me. That's how I know he wants kids badly one day.

The thing with Beck and I is this, we're the same sometimes. But usually, like in this case, we're so different. We want different things.

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