Heavily inspired by Like cat and dogs Jade West can't stand Tori Vega. They argue. They clash. They don't agree on anything.But when Tori's ex suddenly reappears a harmless lie spirals into a double date neither of them asked for, lines start to blur beyond no return. Because when push comes to shove... Jade doesn't walk away from a challenge and Tori might be her biggest challenge Yet.

All she hears is a heart beat in her head It somehow gets louder when she's panicking, which she does a lot Her entire life; she just thought it was her own heart Until she finds out the truth one day She has never her own heart beat She just knows she's alive because she's constantly breathing harshly at random times One day; she finds out why that it is Will it bring her peace or will she run away like always?? **Awards will be as followed and updated as more ranks take place: 26/20/04- #4- Trina Vega 26/20/04- #7- Robbie Shapiro 26/20/04- #9- Andre Harris 26/20/04- #14- Cat Valentine 26/20/04- #17- Jade West 26/20/04- #23- Tori Vega 26/20/04- #29- Beck Oliver 26/20/04- #32- Jori **

Jade somehow finds herself at Tori's door every Wednesday night. Tori keeps letting her. A later getaway trip to Silverlake changes everything.

Light is merciless. It slices through the air, ricochets off surfaces, wedges itself into cracks. White, cold, absolute. It's the beacon that leaves no escape, that makes hiding impossible. Jade West is inside it. The glare devours her, defining her sharp angles. She is made to endure, to transform shadows into backdrops, to seize control of even the faintest nuance of light. But within that pristine theater, where every detail exists by her will, something eludes her. Darkness is everywhere-beyond the stage, behind the spotlights, beneath the skin. The more intense the light, the deeper the shadow infiltrates her success. It's not fear, not insecurity. It's a distant pull, a balance between what she's built and what she doesn't know she wants. What's the right direction to take? Tori Vega is immersed in blackness. Summer tore her apart, leaving fragments of what she once was. The world devoured her effortlessly, chewed her up until she was unrecognizable, and then spat her out, empty and fragile. There's no balance in her steps. Every attempt to move forward fades into the dark, every impulse a silent whisper. Before her, a cold light-white as a knife's blade, distant and unattainable. She doesn't know if it's a guide or a judgment. If she reaches out, she trembles. If she stops, she sinks. She can no longer see the line between fear and resignation. The one who once knew how to shine now watches the light from afar, unable to reclaim it. What happened to her? Yet, within the clear-cut structure of this perfectly orchestrated theater, within the brutal tear between light and dark, something eludes understanding. Because Jade was never the winner, and Tori was never the weakest link. What was once established fades into uncertainty, witnessed by those who watch this spectacle of light and shadow. There's a razor-thin boundary they're about to cross, a precarious balance between the one who illuminates and the one who desperately seeks to see.