Why? // Bade.

7. Sick and Texas.

It took a couple weeks, but nobody was mad at Beck and I anymore. When his parents figured out that he let me move in without telling them, they were enraged. But then again, they were probably the only two people who clued in to what we were doing at nighttime. Once they finally got used to me here though, they treat me the same as Beck. I'm allowed to randomly walk into their house whenever I want.

"Happy one month living in this house with me anniversary!"
I laugh into the pillow. "It's Saturday! Let me sleep!"
"Sorry, I kept you up to late last night, didn't I?"
"Yes! And I've actually lived here for five weeks, not four."
He laughs too and falls back next to me.
"So this is how the rest of life is gonna be like?"
I turn to him, "I want it to be like this."
"I could get used to it."
"Shut up," I say. "I wanna sleep."
"Okay," He says. "I love you."
"I love you too," I moan. Then I roll over and sleep.

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I woke up at probably noon.
"Becky?!" I call.
"Good afternoon!"
"Do I smell chicken?"
"Yes!" He replies. "It'll be on the table in a second so get up!"
I slowly get up out of bed and make my way into the kitchen.
"I need a shirt."
"I'm okay with you not wearing one," Beck teases.
I pick up his shirt that he wore yesterday off the couch and put it on. It's more like a baggy dress.
"Love it," He says.
Beck puts chicken on the table and we dig in.
"Oh crap!"
"What?" Beck asks.
"We have that week trip with Sikowitz on Monday!"
"Oh ya, I forgot about that."
"I need to pack!"
"How long does it take you to pack?" He asks with a smile. "It takes me five minutes."
"24 hours."

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Beck woke me up early Monday and made me do my makeup in the car.
"Beck! This is torture!"
"Oh... The horrible life of Jade West."
I glare at him.
"Someones woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Bad dream?"
"Sorry," I say. "I kinda feel sick."
"Oh yay, we're about to go on an airplane for two hours Jade. Please don't barf on me."
I glare at him again. "I'm not gonna barf you dumbo!"
"Okay, okay."
I didn't say a word until we reached the airport, that's when I turned to him and apologized.
"I love you."
"Love you too!"
I climb out of the car and Beck grabs our suitcases.
"We have to meet them at the gate," I say, looking down at the latest text from our group's chat on iMessage.
"Okay."
We quickly make our way to security.
"Wait, Jade!"
"Ya?" I turn around to look at him.
He brings me close and whispers in my ear. "Did you bring any weapons? Scissors?"
I laugh, "Surprisingly, no."
"Good job babe!"
We walk up and quickly are allowed to pass through. For the first time in forever, I'm actually not stopped at security. Last year, when Beck's family went to Canada and I came, I was stopped because I had a pocketknife and five pairs of scissors on me. I'm surprised they actually let me through after that.
As we walked to Subway to get our food, the nausea continued.
"Oh gosh, Beck," I say. "I can't eat."
"Are you okay?"
"I don't know," I whine. "I feel horrible."
"Our gate is right there," He says pointing to 35 A. Meet me there."
"Okay."
I walk slowly over to the gate and sit down, ignoring all of the hellos I'm given.
Beck walks over a few minutes later with a foot long sandwich.
"LET'S GET THIS WEEK STARTED!"
"Beck," Sikowitz says with a smile. "We're going to Texas for two weeks."
"Great," I mutter. "That's just great."
Beck wraps his arm around me. "I don't even get how you're sick. We've eaten the same food for a month and I feel fine."
I shrug my shoulders and bury my head into his cheat.
I really don't want to go to Texas for two weeks. I just want to go home, lie in bed, and eat chicken. Chicken actually sounds great.

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I groan for probably the fiftieth time on this plane ride. My stomach feels like crap and I'm trying my hardest not to barf on Beck.
"Are you okay ma'am?" The flight attendant asks.
"I'm f-"
"She's horrible," Beck says. "Do you have stomach flu medicine or something?"
"Yes sir."
She comes back a minute later holding the stuff. I force it down but find that it just makes it worse.
"Water?" I ask.
"Be right back with it."
"Beck.... What's wrongs with me?"
"Just sick," He says. "It'll go away."
The flight attendant brings me a glass of water and then finally leaves us alone.
"We'll be landing in five minutes," The pilot says into the speaker. "Please bring your chairs forward, trays up, and seatbelts on. The seatbelt sign is now on."

Only five more minutes!

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As soon as the plane lands, I run out and to the bathroom. I sit in front of the toilet and heave up everything that was in my stomach.
"Yuck!"
I flush the toilet and and wash my hands, face, and mouth. Then, I walk to baggage pickup where the group stands.
"Sorry guys," I murmur. I'm too embarrassed to look at anyone. Not even Beck.
"It's fine," Beck squeezes me for a hug and offers me his back.
He piggy backed me through the whole airport to the cab.
"How ya feeling?" Andre asks once we get into the cab.
"Horrible still."
"That's one bad stomach flue," Cat says.
"I've noticed."
I stay quiet for the rest of the ride to the hotel. Once we arrive, Sikowitz tells us our rooms and we head out. Cat and Tori, Andre and Robbie, and Beck and I.
"I need a shower," I say going to the bathroom.
"Go for it," Beck says.
I take of my clothes and turn the shower on hot. The heat calms me and I sigh.
I wash my hair, and then my body.
"Yippee," I say to myself. "My periods coming soon." Why? You may ask? Because my stomach is a bit bloated. I guess that's why I feel horrible.
I step out of the shower and dry off.
"Babe? Could you bring me my suitcase?"
"Ya!"
Beck walks in with my suitcase and I just put pyjamas on.
"I'm going to bed."
"It's only one in the afternoon Jade."
"And?"
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight," I reply. And with that, I fall asleep.

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