YOU'RE IN JADE'S PLACE

You were sitting on a bench outside the school, Hollywood Arts. You were all grumpy and mad since a girl punched you, and gave you a black eye. You were eating your salad, angrily stabbing it lightly.

That was until your boyfriend, Beck Oliver, came over to your table. He placed his own salad and drink down.

"Hey, how 'ya feeling?" He asked, placing his bag down.

"My eye hurts," You replied,

"Oh yeah? Which one?" He smirked.

You glared at him, and mocked a smile, "Cute." Then went back to stabbing your salad. "I want coffee,"

"What's the magic word?"

"Get me some coffee?" You demanded, but Beck's smirk faltered, looking at you with an "I'm serious" expression.

"...please?" You pleaded, eyebrows furrowing, as you blinked those vulnerable puppy dog eyes.

Beck's smirk came back to his face again, "Actually, the magic word was lotion. But I'll accept your please 'cuz you got a boo-boo eye." He stood up from the chair, kissing your cheek, before walking off.