Green Eyes

Beck & Jade & Ted & Tori

Hi, we're back. For those of you wondering whether Ted is just a figment of Tori's imagination, sadly he isn't.

Many thanks for your reviews, they make it all worthwhile.

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Dear Diary

I have just had the strangest night. Guess what happened. You can't can you? No of course you can't, because you're a diary.

Jade was here.

And yes, I know she's been here before, and I know she's been in my room before, usually rooting through my stuff when I'm downstairs with the guys. But never on her own. Never voluntarily. All right, I know it wasn't exactly her choice, and I kind of persuaded her into it, but she could still have turned me down. But she didn't.

She's different on her own. Less spikey. I sometimes think that the fewer people are around us, the more normal she is with me. When it's just me, her and Cat, it's okay, we have this weird 'family' dynamic going on because Cat's like a little kid and we have to look after her, but once the rest of the guys turn up, it's all over. She goes full on, like she's got an act to keep up and the bigger the audience, the more she has to play to it, to stay in character. But that's all it is, a character, because close up, when she was sat next to me on the bed, picking at a scab on her knee, or rubbing at the faded ink on her hand where she's written a note about her homework, she seems so small, so human, that I just want to reach out and hug her.

That's not to say she's not still mean, and sarcastic, and demanding, but she's giving, too. She's been really supportive about the whole thing with Ted, and I never expected that. And I wonder if it's difficult for her – she was pretty weird about sleeping in the bed, and I had to promise her I'd never do you-know-what in it, but I don't mind that. I don't mind if I never share this bed with anyone but her. You have no idea what a relief it was to wake up this morning and find she was the one next to me.

Because the truth is, I'm terrified. Terrified of waking up one morning next to someone else.

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"We're going on a date," Jade announced the following day. Tori blinked.

"What?"

"A date."

"We're dating now?"

"Not me and you, you doofus," Jade said. "Although that would probably be more fun. I mean the four of us. Me and Beck, you and Fred."

"Ted."

"Whatever. Dinner on Saturday night. We want to meet him."

"We?"

"Me."

"Oh. Okay." Tori reached for her phone. "I'll give him a call, see if he's free."

"No need. I already invited him. He's free."

"Wait, what? How?"