1 could have been (o/s)

Alone again, you go away

Jade West was alone again, just like so many nights before. Curled up in her bed, she clutched her bunnies close, her chest heaving with silent sobs. Beck was supposed to be the one who understood her better than anyone else, her safe place, her anchor. But now, he was the source of her deepest pain-a pain that seemed to have no end.

Whiskers, her real bunny, nestled snugly in her arms, its tiny nose twitching as if sensing her sorrow. Jade's other companion-a worn, pale-cream plush bunny from her childhood-lay discarded beside her. Its button eyes, dulled by years of love, stared blankly into the room, a mute witness to her heartbreak.

The tears flowed steadily, a ceaseless stream of fear and regret. She was terrified of losing the best thing that had ever happened to her, the one person who made her feel whole. The room was filled with the haunting strains of a familiar song by Linkin Park, playing on a loop. It was one of the first songs Beck had introduced her to, back when everything was simpler, when their love felt like it could conquer anything.

What do you mean that you don't know?

It's obvious you think you do

You think it's best to choose loneliness

Afraid of what's right in front of you

Beck was supposed to love her-unconditionally, without hesitation.

So why had they started arguing to the point where even simple conversations became battles? When had the connection they once cherished turned into this exhausting cycle of misunderstandings?

It all began with the start of junior year, the time when their futures seemed to loom large, demanding decisions that neither of them felt fully prepared to make. Beck and Jade had tentatively agreed on a plan-to attend Juilliard together, or at the very least, to move to New York, the epicenter of stage acting. It was Jade's idea, her escape from a city that held too many painful memories. Los Angeles, with its false promises and ghosts of her past, was a place she couldn't bear to stay in any longer.

Beck had never seriously considered New York. When he and his parents emigrated to the States, Los Angeles had always seemed like the perfect place to chase his dreams of becoming a movie star. But over time, thanks to Sikowitz's unconventional teachings and Jade's unwavering belief in him, the allure of the theater world began to grow on him. And Jade-Jade was the love of his life. He had always imagined they would face the world together, wherever that might be. As long as they were side by side, happiness seemed inevitable.

But all of that started to unravel on that damned night in Robbie's basement-the night they tried weed for the first time. What was supposed to be a harmless experiment turned into the catalyst for a downward spiral neither of them could have predicted.

Go

What can I do when you turn away

Except close the door

And figure out how I'm gonna try again

Play it through to be with you

But alone again it's how it's gonna end

Go (you go)

Robbie's basement was buzzing with that mix of excitement and nerves you get when you're about to do something totally new. The gang had decided to try weed for the first time, and it felt like some kind of unofficial rite of passage. The room was dim, with some chill music playing-of course, Robbie had made a playlist just for this.

Jade was curled up next to Beck on the beat-up couch, his arm around her like always. They were all tangled together, totally comfortable, like they'd been doing this forever. Everything felt perfect-just them, their friends, and a night that could go anywhere.

Robbie, ever the eager host, held the joint with shaky hands. "Alright, here we go," he said, trying to sound cool. "Who's up first?"

"Me," Jade grinned, grabbing it without hesitation. Beck chuckled, running his fingers through her hair.

"Careful, Jade," he teased, kissing her head. "Don't burn the place down."

She smirked, taking a confident drag, only to cough as the smoke hit her lungs. "Stronger than I thought," she laughed, passing it to Andre, who couldn't help but chuckle too.

Beck squeezed her shoulder, feeling more relaxed with her by his side. He hadn't smoked since his freshman-year cigarette phase, but this felt different-better, somehow. They exchanged a look that said everything they needed to without a word.

Andre took a hit, nodding like, "Not bad," before passing it to Tori. She took a tiny puff and immediately started coughing, making everyone crack up.

"Not as easy as it looks, huh?" Beck joked, still laughing as Tori tried to wave away the smoke.

Robbie, ever the cautious one, took a slow drag and made a face. "Does it always taste like... dirt?"

Andre clapped him on the back. "It's an acquired taste, dude. You'll get used to it."

When the joint made it back to Beck, he hesitated for a second before Jade nudged him. "Show them how it's done," she teased.

Grinning, Beck took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs. He exhaled slowly, watching the smoke swirl in the air. "Still got it," he joked, handing it back to Jade.

The joint kept making its rounds, and soon the room was filled with a light, hazy smoke. Everything started to feel softer, like the music was part of the air itself. Laughter came easier, and the world outside Robbie's basement just faded away.

Jade snuggled closer to Beck, resting her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and they shared a quick, sweet kiss. She felt totally content, like everything was exactly as it should be.

"Think we'll remember nights like this?" Beck asked, his voice low, fingers tracing lazy patterns on her arm.

Jade looked up at him, smiling. "Maybe... but does it really matter? We're here now, and that's enough."

Meanwhile, Cat was staring at her hands, all wide-eyed. "It's like... I can see the music," she murmured, totally in awe.

Everyone burst out laughing again, that kind of deep, belly laugh that makes everything else disappear. Beck leaned down to whisper in Jade's ear, "I love you, you know that?"

Jade's heart swelled. "I know," she whispered back, brushing her lips against his. "I love you too."

The rest of the night was a blur of laughter, silly conversations, and random deep thoughts that only made sense in the moment. As the hours slipped by, Jade felt herself drifting off in Beck's arms, completely at peace.

In that dim basement, surrounded by friends and the hum of music, Jade couldn't imagine anything better. She was happy, really happy, and as she closed her eyes, she knew she had everything she needed right there, in that moment.

Making my move so carefully (alone)

Feel it when you stare at me (again)

Making my move so carefully

Feel it when you stare at me

Making my move so carefully (you go)

Feel it when you stare at me

Making my move so carefully (away)

Feel it when you stare at me

The morning light cut through the dusty air of Robbie's basement, waking everyone up to the mess of pillows, blankets, and random junk scattered everywhere. Jade blinked her eyes open, her head pounding, and felt someone next to her. She looked down and saw Beck's arm wrapped around her waist, his body pressed against hers.

For a second, it felt nice-comforting, even-but then reality hit her. She felt Beck's hand on her bare skin, just above her hip, and realized her shirt was pushed up. Her heart started racing. What the hell happened last night? She remembered bits and pieces-laughing, leaning into Beck, feeling totally free. But not everything. And that freaked her out.

Beside her, Beck shifted and opened his eyes, his face still groggy. "Jade?" he mumbled. "You good?"

Jade's eyes were wide. She could barely breathe. "Did we... do anything last night?"

Beck looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"You know... that," she said, her voice shaking now.

His eyes widened, and he sat up. "No, Jade, we didn't."

"But how do you know?" she shot back, panic creeping in. "We were high, Beck. What if we don't remember?"

Beck ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to stay calm. "I'm sure. I wouldn't... I wouldn't do that."

"You can't be sure!" Jade almost yelled. "What if... what if something happened and we don't even know? What if any of us got hurt?"

Beck's face fell. "I... I didn't think of that." He looked down, his voice small. "But I really don't think anything happened, Jade. I swear."

"How would you know? You were high too," Jade snapped, her voice trembling.

Beck had nothing to say. He just stared at her, his silence more frustrating than anything. "You're right," he finally muttered. "I don't know."

Jade's eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them away, not wanting him to see. She pulled away when he tried to touch her. "Just stop," she muttered, her voice breaking. She couldn't handle it.

"Jade, wait-" Beck started, but she was already grabbing a blanket, heading for the door. She needed to get out of there, away from him, away from everything.

Beck was left alone, sitting in the mess they'd made, his mind spinning with everything they hadn't said. He ran a hand over his face, feeling like he'd already lost her.

Back home, Jade couldn't stop pacing. Her head was spinning with a million horrible thoughts. She'd been so sure she wasn't ready, had even told Beck that, and now... now she had no idea what had happened. She needed to be sure. She took a pregnancy test with shaking hands. Negative. But that didn't calm her down. What if it was wrong? What if something else happened?

Jade couldn't shake it-the feeling that something had broken. That even if Beck hadn't meant to, even if nothing had happened, something between them had changed. And it wasn't going back.

And this was only the beginning. Things were about to get a whole lot worse.

We could have been so wrong

Guess you'll never find out

But I guess you'll never find out

The day after the blow-up in Robbie's basement, things between Beck and Jade were a total mess. Beck hadn't slept at all-he needed to talk to Jade, clear things up, but every time he tried, she shut him down, harder and harder.

Jade was spiraling. She was convinced Beck was playing games, trying to mess with her head and make her look crazy. She couldn't shake the feeling he was hiding something.

Between classes, Beck caught up to her. "Jade, please, can we talk?" he asked, trying to keep it cool.

"Talk about what, Beck? How you're making me think I'm losing it?" she snapped, loud enough that people were staring.

"That's not what I'm doing," he said, sounding desperate. "I just want to fix this."

"Fix what?" she fired back. "Make me believe nothing happened? That I'm just paranoid?"

"Jade, I'm scared too," Beck said, trying to keep calm. "We gotta figure this out together."

"You think I need your help?" she shot back. "I don't need you, Beck. I need you to stop lying."

Beck looked hurt. "Lying about what? I've told you everything."

"Yeah? Doesn't feel like it," she muttered before walking off, leaving him standing there like an idiot.

Later, he tried again at her locker. "Jade, can we just talk this out?"

She slammed her locker shut, eyes blazing. "Talk about how you're the good guy and I'm the psycho? Not happening."

"I'm not trying to make you feel like that!" Beck was getting frustrated now. "I'm on your side!"

"Maybe I don't want you on my side!" she yelled, and for a second, the whole hall went dead silent. She stormed off again, and Beck just stood there, feeling like he'd been punched in the gut.

By the end of the day, it was clear-things were only getting worse. Every time he tried to talk to her, she got more pissed, more convinced he was out to get her. Beck didn't know what else to do. He watched her from across the hallway, and for the first time, it hit him-maybe this was it. Maybe they were done.

I can't do anything but say

It won't be the same as yesterday

You say you're afraid to be with me

And I just pray you let the fear go away

Go

Jade was falling apart. She was back in her room, curled up in bed, hugging Whiskers so tight the poor bunny could barely move. Tears streamed down her face, soaking into his fur. She wanted to scream, but all she could do was cry. She hated this feeling-being so scared, so angry, and not knowing who to trust. She kept thinking about Beck, about everything that happened, about how messed up it all was. Her chest felt like it was caving in.

Meanwhile, Beck wasn't doing much better. He was in his RV, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, his head buried in his hands. Jay, his rottweiler, was lying next to him, nudging his leg like he could make it better. Beck's eyes were red, tears still running down his face. He couldn't get Jade's voice out of his head, the way she looked at him like she didn't know who he was anymore. It felt like his heart was breaking over and over again.

They were both stuck in their own worlds of hurt, both scared to lose each other, but neither of them knew how to make it right.

And I can't see you as a friend

So now I know how this has got to end

Make it so nobody wins

Ending this before it begins

Go (you go)

Beck and Jade were never just friends. From the moment they met at 13, there was something between them that everyone could see-like they were made for each other. Even when they were just friends, there was this unspoken thing, a connection that ran deeper than anything else. They started dating at 14, but honestly, it felt like it was always going to happen. It was inevitable.

They couldn't just be friends, not with the way they fit together, the way they understood each other without saying a word. Being "just friends" would've been a lie, like pretending there wasn't this crazy chemistry between them. They were soulmates, plain and simple, and everyone knew it.

But now, things were different. The fighting, the hurt-it was tearing them apart. They both knew they couldn't just go back to being friends, not after everything. If they weren't together, they'd have to end it completely, because being anything less would hurt too much. They were all in, or not at all. And that's what made it so hard-they were either everything to each other or nothing at all.

Making my move so carefully (alone)

Feel it when you stare at me (again)

Making my move so carefully

Feel it when you stare at me

Making my move so carefully (you go)

Feel it when you stare at me

Making my move so carefully (away)

Feel it when you stare at me

Jade stood there, watching Beck across the hallway. She could feel his eyes on her, that look that always made her feel like he could see right through her. She hated how much she still wanted him, even when she was furious, even when she didn't trust him. She was trying to play it cool, keep it together, but she felt like she was moving in slow motion, every step forward feeling like a mistake.

Beck glanced at her, his eyes locking with hers for just a second before looking away. He wasn't sure what to do anymore-every move he made seemed to push her further away. He'd catch her staring, her expression hard to read, and he'd wonder if she wanted him to come closer or to back off. He wanted to get through to her, to fix what was broken, but he was scared to make the wrong move.

They both felt stuck, like every little thing was a game of chess and they were both losing. Beck tried to make his way over, moving carefully, almost cautiously. He didn't want to set her off again. Jade just stood there, feeling like she was about to explode or break down, or maybe both. She didn't know whether she wanted to fight or cry.

It was like they were trapped in this push-and-pull, this space where neither could fully reach the other. Every glance, every stare felt like a challenge, like saying, Are you really going to leave? Are you going to stay? They were both so tired of this back-and-forth, but neither knew how to stop.

Beck finally took a step toward her, but Jade turned away, acting like she didn't care. But deep down, they both knew-they were still trying, still hoping the other would somehow understand.

We could have been so wrong

But I guess you'll never find out

But I guess you'll never find out

But I guess you'll never find out

But I guess you'll never find out

Sinjin was bouncing with excitement as he led the gang into the dimly lit studio where his game show rehearsal was set up. "Welcome to 'Queries For Couples,' the next big thing in reality TV!" he announced, clearly proud of himself. Everyone exchanged skeptical looks, but no one wanted to crush his enthusiasm-yet.

The idea seemed harmless enough at first. Sinjin had lined up a few couples to compete in his rehearsal, but the producer pulled the plug on them, saying they didn't have the "right look" for TV. Desperate to keep things going, Sinjin begged the gang to fill in. "Please, guys! I need this rehearsal to work, or they'll pull the plug on the whole thing!"

Reluctantly, they agreed. André ended up with Cat, Robbie with Tori, and, of course, Beck and Jade were paired together. Everything started out fine-the questions were silly, and everyone was playing along. André and Cat laughed their way through their answers, and Robbie and Tori awkwardly bantered like only they could.

Then it was Beck and Jade's turn.

"Beck and Jade, your query is..." Sinjin started, trying his best game show host voice, "You're stranded on a boat in the ocean..."

"I don't go in the ocean," Jade cut in flatly, folding her arms. Beck shot her a look.

"Just let him finish the question," Beck sighed.

"I don't like the ocean," Jade repeated, louder this time.

"Guys..." Tori tried to chime in, sensing the tension brewing.

Beck kept his voice steady, but you could hear the frustration creeping in. "We are trying to help our friend with his game show."

Jade's eyes narrowed. "You know what happened to me in third grade when I went into the ocean!"

Beck rolled his eyes. "The dolphin was just being friendly!"

Jade glared. "Dolphins creep me out, so I will not go in the ocean!"

Sinjin, looking more panicked by the second, tried to interject, "It's just a question-"

"Just say A, B, or C!" Beck snapped.

"B!" Jade shouted back.

"Maybe it was A!" Beck countered, clearly fed up.

"I don't care!" Jade shot back.

There was a beat of silence, and then Beck exploded, his voice echoing across the studio. "I'm not happy with our relationship!"

The room went dead silent. Jade's face fell, her heart sinking. Everyone else froze, eyes wide, too stunned to say anything. Sinjin's eyes darted nervously between them and the producer, who was watching from behind the camera, not looking impressed.

"Well," Sinjin said awkwardly, breaking the silence, "that, uh, concludes our rehearsal. And I think we have our answer... Beck and Jade, you're 'The Worst Couple.'"

And just like that, the real couple in the room was named the worst, and everyone could feel the cracks growing even deeper.

Alone again, you go away

Their friends were getting tired of it-of the constant fighting, the tension that followed them like a dark cloud. Every time Jade and Beck started going at it, it was like the whole group had to brace for impact. It wasn't just about them anymore; it was pulling everyone else into their mess.

Cat, who always tried to see the bright side, was struggling to keep up her usual bubbly attitude. She'd start to cover her ears whenever they started yelling, her eyes welling up because she hated the noise and hated seeing her friends like this even more.

Robbie was no better. He'd try to lighten the mood with a joke, but it usually fell flat, and he'd end up looking more anxious than ever. The arguments made him uncomfortable-he never knew where to look or what to say, so he'd just end up standing there, eyes darting around, feeling out of place.

Andre was tired, too. He was usually the peacemaker, but he was running out of things to say. He'd see Beck's frustration or Jade's anger, and he'd just want to grab them both and shake some sense into them. "Can't you guys just chill for, like, one second?" he'd mutter under his breath, but they never heard him.

Tori was stuck somewhere between anger and sadness. She cared about both of them, but it felt like she was being pulled in two different directions. She'd try to step in and mediate, but it never worked. They were past listening. And all she wanted was for things to go back to normal, back to when everyone could just hang out without feeling like a bomb was about to go off.

Their friends were left picking up the pieces, watching from the sidelines as Beck and Jade's relationship spiraled further out of control. And no matter how hard they tried to help, it felt like they were always left alone again, standing in the aftermath.

We could have been so wrong

But I guess you'll never find out (we)

But I guess you'll never find out (could have)

But I guess you'll never find out (been)

But I guess you'll never find out (so wrong)

But I guess you'll never find out

But I guess you'll never find out

But I guess you'll never find out

But I guess you'll never find out

The tension in Tori's living room was suffocating. Jade's harsh words had left everyone stunned, and you could cut the silence with a knife. Beck's eyes were locked on Jade, hurt and frustration written all over his face. He couldn't believe it had come to this.

Jade took a deep breath, her voice trembling with anger and something else-fear, maybe. "You know what, Beck? I'm done. I'm walking out that door, and I'm gonna count to ten. If you're not there by the time I get to ten, we're over."

The room stayed dead silent as she stormed to the door, pulling it open and slamming it behind her. Everyone just stood there, frozen, as Jade stood on the other side, counting.

"One... two..."

Beck stared at the door, his heart pounding. He knew she was serious, but part of him just couldn't move. He could hear her counting, her voice getting shakier with every number.

"Three... four..."

Cat, trying to break the tension, chirped, "Hey, at least Jade remembered three this time!" But her attempt at humor fell flat, and no one laughed. Trina, ever the drama queen, tried to block Beck from getting to the door.

"Don't do it, Beck!" Trina warned, throwing her arms out like she could actually stop him. "She's just playing you!"

But Beck wasn't listening. His mind was racing. He could hear Jade's voice from the other side of the door, each number hitting him like a punch to the gut.

"Five... six..."

He wanted to go after her, to fix this, but something was holding him back-pride, fear, maybe both. He glanced at his friends, their faces a mix of concern and helplessness.

"Seven... eight..."

Jade's voice was trembling now, and everyone could feel the desperation in the air. Beck's feet felt like they were glued to the floor.

"Nine..."

Beck's heart was in his throat. He knew what he needed to do, but his body wouldn't move. It was like he was stuck in a nightmare, watching everything fall apart in slow motion.

"Ten."

Silence. The room was heavy with it. Beck felt like he couldn't breathe. On the other side of the door, Jade let out a shaky breath, realizing that Beck wasn't coming. She was alone.

Beck finally moved, but it was too late. Jade was already gone. The door that had been a lifeline a moment ago now felt like a wall between them-one that neither of them knew how to break down.

And just like that, it was over. The weight of it hung in the air, and everyone knew things would never be the same again.

But I guess you'll never find out (we)

But I guess you'll never find out (could have)

But I guess you'll never find out (been)

But I guess you'll never find out (so wrong)

But I know you'll never find out

But I know you'll never find out

But I know you'll never find out

But I know you'll never find out