Green Eyes ~~ A Jori Fanfiction

3. Hey buddy

Jade walked into the room. She'd been in Tori's room before, of course, usually without her permission, often without her knowledge. But this was the first time she'd even been invited. She hugged her bag to her, cautiously, in case it touched anything cute and was tarnished forever. In fairness, Tori's room was quite tasteful, a mile away from the explosion of frilly nonsense that constituted Cat's bedroom, but you couldn't be too careful. Tori spread her hands, awkwardly. "Hey," she said, brightly. "Welcome to..."

Jade tensed in anticipation of whatever terrible introduction Tori was going to make. '...Vegaville, population us!' was tolerable, 'My Favorite Nightmare' would have been refreshing. If she said 'The Pleasuredome' it was all over.

The same thought obviously occurred to Tori. "… my room," she finished lamely.

"Yeah. Thanks." Jade looked around, still clutching her bag, while Tori hovered nervously. "Is Cat coming?"

"Um, no," Tori said. "I didn't think…." She hesitated. "Do you want me to call her?"

Jade considered this. On the one hand, there were no awkward silences when Cat was around, because she filled any available lull in the conversation with gibberish, but on the other hand…

"No," she said. "It's fine."

"Well, okay," Tori said, regaining her cheerfulness. "So I guess it's just the two of us.""

"Yes."

She poked Jade playfully on the shoulder. "Just you and me."

"Yes."

"Vega and West."

"Tori…"

"The Jadester and the Torimeister."

"I have a pair of very sharp scissors in my bag, Tori."

"Sorry."

"What are you so enthusiastic about, anyway?"

"I don't know it's just… I know we're kind of friends but I never thought we'd be… bed-buddies."

"First of all, Tori, never, ever refer to us as 'bed-buddies' again, and secondly, we're only doing because you're too much of a drip to tell your other potential 'bed-buddy' that you don't want to sleep with him."

"I am not," Tori protested. "I just don't want to feel like a liar."

"So I'm making this epic sacrifice just so that you feel better?"

"Well, that, and I thought it might be fun."

"Right."

Tori sighed. "You don't have to be here, Jade," she said. "If you really don't want to. You can always go home."

Jade looked at her for a moment. "Nah," she said. "I'm here, now." She pushed past Tori and flung herself on the bed, landing horizontally, legs already crossed, hands behind her head. "So entertain me, Vega. I want to be entertained."

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"So what do you want to do?" Tori said. They were sat side-by-side on the bed, Jade having kicked off her shoes, Tori cross-legged in her pajamas.

"I dunno. What do you usually do at sleepovers?"

"Depends who I'm with."

"So I'm not the first?" Jade pouted. "I'm wounded, Tori. Deeply wounded."

"No you're not. Anyway, I know you have Cat over sometimes."

"Don't remind me."

"So?"