You Can Stay - Jade West x Fem!Reader
Prompt: Jade has been distant towards everyone for the past week. When the group confronts her about it, you’re the only company she wants.
Warnings: mentions of homophobia.
Inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pn6Wx63vaSk
To say that you missed your best friend was an understatement. Throughout the week, Jade had been more distant than normal.
Her dark humor was gone, her insults, her yelling. Everything you loved about Jade had been gone since Monday and no one knew why.
The group tried to get it out of her, but all that seemed to do was make her more annoyed. You and Jade had been best friends since you were in kindergarten. At the time you were upset you had forgotten your scissors at home for a small group project you can’t even remember. All you remember was the brunette bully of the class, kind enough to lend you a spare of scissors.
You had both been best friends since, and you told each other everything. It hurt you to see Jade avoiding you, but you knew it had to have been hurting her so much more.
“Jade!” You were utterly shocked to see her sit down next to you at lunch. She remained quiet as the rest of the group glanced at each other.
Tori poked at her salad, eyeing Jade carefully before deciding to talk. “So, Jade.” Jade looks up from her tray, slightly raising her pierced eyebrow. “I got the lead in Sikowitz’s play! You’re the understudy again.”
Jade smiles. “I’m happy for you.”
Tori looks shocked. “But, you’ve been wanting this part for over two months! You’ve studied day and night, memorizing all the lines, just for you to be the understudy, just like in Steamboat Suzie!”
“It’s true, Jade.” Andre interjects, looking at his friend sympathetically. “We all helped you practice those lines.” You nodded, remembering all those long nights.
“I’m happy for Tori.“ Jade shrugs, repeating herself.
“Okay, is no one going to point out how weird you’ve been?” Cat cries. “You’re scaring me!”
Robbie nods. “Last time this happened you kicked a chair and broke one of Sikowitz’s weird theatre masks!”
“Don’t forget about all the screaming,” Rex adds, shuddering. Jade rolls her eyes, clenching her jaw in annoyance. Usually, insults would be flying from her lips by now, but she remained quiet.
“We’re just worried about you,” you say softly, looking into her eyes. “I’m worried about you,” you say even quieter. Jade holds your gaze, briefly looking down at your lips and then away from you.
“I don’t need your pity,” she spits, standing up. “It’s fine, I don’t care that I didn’t get it. It doesn’t matter anymore, so stop asking!” She yells, beginning to storm off. The strings of her black boots slap across the leather loudly, the noise fading as she gets smaller in the distance. Rolling your eyes at Rex’s comment that her yelling was attractive, you stand up to follow her, but Beck’s hand stops you.
“Give her some time,” her ex tells you. You think about her words as the rest of the group eats in silence. ‘It doesn’t matter anymore.’
“God, I wish she’d just tell me what was going on!” You exclaim, earning a pat of empathy from Cat. “Oh, it’s not your fault Y/n.”
“Something obviously happened,” Andre sighs. “Did any of you annoy her more than usual lately?” He points his fork judgingly at everyone at the table.
Everyone shook their heads. “Everything I do annoys her, but no, I haven’t done anything but get the role in the play,” Tori suggests.
“Maybe it’s that,” Robbie says, but Beck shakes his head.
“She wasn’t there when Sikowitz posted the cast list today, and she’s been like this all week.”
“It has to be something else,” Cat says, looking at you. “We should go ask her.”
“I don’t know,” you say, shaking your head. “She obviously doesn’t want to talk to us.”
“It’s worth a try,” Tori smiles sadly. “I hate to admit it, but I miss our Jade. Insults and all.” The group unanimously agrees, deciding to search for her after the lunch break.
But she’s not in class, and she’s not in any of the places she usually likes to ditch class. The janitor’s closet is empty, along with the library or the bathroom stall. “She must’ve gone home,” you say to Tori after checking the last empty bathroom stall.
So, after school finishes, you drive the group to Jade’s house, surprised that everyone can fit in your small, worn down Subaru. Though Robbie did have to sit on top of Beck’s lap to fit, causing Beck to glare at you the whole ride.
“Alright, we’re here.” Your seatbelt clicks as you un-do it, opening your car door.
You notice Mrs. and Mr. West’s car aren’t parked near the garage, meaning Jade was home alone with her little brother. Knocking on the door, you hear footsteps echoing from down the hallway.
"Hi Jack,“ you smile as a short brunette boy opens the door. "Hi. Who are you guys?” The nine-year old asks, frowning at the group behind you.
“We’re Jade’s friends,” Cat says happily.
“Hi Jack,” Beck smiles, waving at the boy. “We’re here for your sister. Is she home?”
Jack nods, opening the screen-door all the way, letting everyone in. He points to the familiar looking door upstairs, the words “DO NOT ENTER!!!” were written on a sign that hung crooked on her door. Along with a bunch of skulls and unsurprisingly, a bunch of scissors that had been stabbed into the wood.
“How’d she even get those in there?!?” Tori whispers, slightly backing away from the door. Andre shrugs.
“Jade?” Robbie asks, knocking gently on the wooden door in front of him. “Jade, we just want to talk.”
“We’re sorry,” Cat says, pressing her ear to the door. “We didn’t mean to make you leave.”
“Yeah, we’re sorry,” Andre chimes in. “Can you open the door?”
“No thanks.” You finally hear Jade’s voice.
“Jade, please.” Tori pleads, gently knocking on the door.
The door swings open, Jade’s eyes are puffy and red and your heart breaks at the thought of her crying. “I said no.” Her facial expressions are hard as she looks at her group of friends. “Go away,” she says, slamming the door again.
“You guys go. I’m going to stay here,” you whisper. Tori pats your shoulder reassuringly and you smile at her. You hand Beck the keys to your car. “Drive safe,” you say, watching the group leave.
“Jade? It’s just me,” you say softly, resting your forehead on the cold wood.
To your surprise, the door handle opens with a soft click, and Jade’s found refuge in your arms as soon as she opens it.
“Hey, hey,” you soothe as she begins to cry against you. “It’s okay…” You rest your head on Jade, hugging her tightly as her sobs shake her body.
Crying was a rare occurrence for Jade, it was on the list of stuff she hates deeply so only when it was necessary did she shed a few tears.
“We don’t have to talk about it,” you murmur, feeling Jade breathe on your neck. More hot tears leak from her eyes, and she’s reluctant to pull away from your embrace.
“It’s my dad,” she says quietly, wiping tears off of her cheeks. Of course. You should have known. Jade and her father have never been on good terms. “Jade, we don’t have to talk about it at all,” you start, but Jade shakes her head, opening the door to invite you in.
You walk in the room you had been in countless of times, frowning when you see brown boxes all over her floors. You turn around, facing her. “Are you guys moving away?”
“They’re not,” she whispers, looking to the ground. Her face scrunches up, holding back another sob. “He kicked me out."
"What? Jade, why didn’t you tell me?"
Jade shrugs. "I don’t know,” her voice wavers as she sits down on her bed, full of clothing that was half folded.
You sit next to her on the bed, crossing your legs. Jade hesitates before beginning to talk. “After Beck and I broke up,” Jade starts, sniffing. “I realized that I didn’t just like boys,” Jade says in a timid voice, looking into your eyes. "I began to like a girl. And I was so happy…I wanted to tell my dad.“
"Oh Jade,” you whisper. “I’m so sorry.”
“I thought maybe, for once, he’d be happy for me,” she cries, burying her face in her hands.
“I know,” you sigh. You watch the girl helplessly, deciding whether or not to reach for her hand.
“So I told him all about her, and he said I had to move out,” she sobs. Her head rests on her knees as she continues to cry. She sniffs, sitting up because you hadn’t said anything in a while. Her eyes soften as she watches you stuff her clothes into a box.
“He’s an ass,” you say bitterly. “Piece of shit father. You deserve so much better." Jade smiles shyly, a red tint rising to her cheeks. "Thank you,” she whispers, avoiding your gaze.
You give her a small smile. “Of course. You’re staying with me, you know.”
Jade’s eyes widen as she stands up suddenly. “What?”
You bite your lip, walking closer to wipe the tears off of Jade’s face. “You can stay in the guest bedroom.”
And at those words, Jade steals your lips quickly, pressing hers into yours for a searing kiss. If she already didn’t have enough reason to want to kiss you, those words sold the deal. You kiss her back happily, wrapping your arms around her waist.
You pull back slowly, smiling. “Was that a yes, roomie?”
Jade laughs, kissing you again. “Yes.”
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