I got loads of good feedback after my first Cat/Beck. Actually, I think it was the first Cat/Beck ever. After I published my oneshot, a bunch of Beck/Cat fans popped up, somethign I'm happy about :) A lot of people who liked my oneshot reviwed saying they wished for another chapter. But that one was finished, so, since I like the couple and it appears a lot of other people do, I'm writing this story. It was originally a Seddie, but I believe the show, characters, and setting fit better with the plot.

Beck's POV

I strolled up, my hands in my pockets, to my locker. It was just another dull Monday—of course, Hollywood Arts could hardly be called "dull". But Mondays always are. So, though I was at the coolest school in California, I was bored and tired. That is, until I heard some commotion from nearby.

I quickly put away my stuff and looked around for the source of the noise. It sounded like tapping and bumping, like an angry toddler stomping the ground. I wondered if Sikowitz was having another tantrum; sometimes he does random things...okay most of the time he does random things. But he's still cool and a great performer, because all performers are psycho. Just look at Lady Gaga!

Anyway, I walked to the source of the stomping, trying to get wherever it was soon. As I rounded a corner I noticed Tori, André, and Robbie with his puppet at Tori's locker, staring at something a few feet away. I walked up to the group and looked where they were looking: there was Cat, moving in awkward and outrageous movements, flailing her arms and bouncing on her feet. At first I thought she must have gotten ice down her shirt or something but I realized she was only dancing—if you could call the weird moves she was doing dancing. It looked more like she was hopping on hot coals.

"Why's Cat dancing like that?" I asked them. Tori turned to me, and I saw her face was not amused like mine probably was, but deeply depressed.

"She's practicing for the big showcase." she answered quietly. Cat has a part in the big showcase? I thought, Why would that be depressing? I knew Tori wasn't the jealous type and she hadn't even tried out for the showcase—I don't think she had any interest in showcases. She only participated in one, the one that got her into the school.

Cat barely ever got parts in plays or solos in performances; she was too clumsy and sensitive and…well, crazy, to be frank. And her hair was a turnoff too; people wanted brunette, blonde, and even black-haired girls for the main roles. Not dyed-redheads, unfortunately.

"Why the long face then?" I asked. Tori sighed sadly and shook her head. I looked over at the guys, hoping they'd give me an answer. André sighed like Tori, and Robbie looked down at his sneakers.

"As you can see," André said, "Cat isn't the best dancer." I nodded in agreement. "Well," he continued, "her mom wants her to get better for the showcase. If she doesn't do well, her mom will ship her off to some bigwig dance school in London." I could feel my jaw drop. Cat was historic to Hollywood Arts—she couldn't just leave. She formed the school like everyone else, and her mom would just take her out? Because of one showcase? That was jank.

"But Cat's an amazing singer!" I said, "And actress! Why would her mom take her out over just dancing?" Robbie's head snapped up suddenly and his face was angry with the sad.

"Her mom used to be a backup dancer for famous performers," he explained, "She wants Cat to be good too, to follow in her footsteps. But well…" He inclined his head toward Cat, who looked even more absurd than a moment ago.

I instantly felt mad at Mrs. Valentine. So what if she was a dancer who danced with the greats? Cat could be one of the greats, singing her own songs if her mom wasn't so uptight about dancing. That's the reason I moved into an RV in my parents' driveway: they wanted me to be like them, not myself. And because they had stupid rules like no drinking straight from the milk carton.

The bell rang oddly (as always) and we were swept by a sea of students to our class. Cat was oblivious to the crowd and kept dancing, so Tori had to pull her to the classroom.

We all took our regular seats, me and Jade a bit far away from the rest of them (Jade's idea, trust me). Sikowitz entered the classroom, a perky smile shining on his hobo-like face. He clapped his hands for order, and everyone quieted, intent on the man.

"As you all know a big showcase is coming up again!" he announced, and cheers followed. He raised a single hand up to shush the class and they again quieted. "Now then," he continued, "I'm afraid that some of you may not possess the…talent for such an important performance." All eyes looked at Cat, who was unmindfully playing with a loose strand on her sweater. Jade's gaze held bore and jealousy for Cat; she didn't think she was good enough to get a part, especially over herself.

"I wanted everyone to get a chance to show off themselves," Sikowitz said, "but now it has become much more important, meaning we need more professional talent." Tori raised her hand politely and Sikowitz picked her.

"Sir, why is it so important now?" she asked. Sikowitz grinned bigly at her, like he had a surprise.

"I'm glad you asked, Tori." he said, "I'm sure you are all familiar with Casey Boy?" At this every girl (but Jade and Cat) squealed euphorically. Jade's eyebrows did rise in interest but she was more composed; Cat still had eyes only for her sweater's loose strand. Casey Boy was a famous pop singer who had graduated from Hollywood Arts a few years ago, after becoming an international singing sensation. Every girl on the planet thought he was hot, even Jade, though she was calmer about it. Guys sometimes rivaled him because of how many girls adored him. But some more poised students at Hollywood Arts respected and admired him more than threw themselves at him. They were honored to know or go to the same school as such a great success as him. I wondered why Sikowitz brought him up.

"Well, Mr. Boy will be present at the showcase and will even sing a few songs as well." Sikowitz said. Every last female in that room just went bonkers. Screams and cheers and "Oh my gosh's" filled the room. Some guys were excited too, for different reasons—they'd meet a cool singer and maybe get tips on how to get girls. The only person who took absolutely no interest in the fact the Casey Boy would be coming to our school was Cat. Not even an anxious expression—she simply sat in her chair, watching her tapping feet like they were so cool.

"Now, anyway," Sikowitz said after most girls had stopped shrieking, "I'm sorry but I'll have to take some of you out of the showcase. Cat, I apologize." Gasps came from the gang and Cat finally looked up; her face was shocked and terrified.

"What?" she said.

"I said you can't participate in the showcase—" Sikowitz said. He might've said more but Cat jumped up with tears in her eyes. Her lip quivered and I knew she was about to let loose her high sensitivity.

"But I have to be in it!" she cried, "I'm good enough! And I have, have, have to! Please!" Sikowitz sighed, no doubt expecting a response like this, and put his arms out like surrendering.

"I'm sorry, Cat," he said, "You just don't possess the talent—" Cat started to cry and ran out of the classroom, her sobs vibrating in the walls. We heard her as she ran down the hallway, and Sikowitz shook his head sadly.

"Sir," Tori said, standing, "you can't kick Cat out of the showcase! Her mom—" She stopped after that word and looked to her feet. André stood also and put a comforting arm round her shoulders.

"It's real important to Cat." he said, "She needs to be in the show. It's very special for her."

"Yeah." Robbie chimed in, "If she doesn't participate…well, it won't be good for her."

"I'm sorry, kiddos," Sikowitz said, "Unless you promise me Cat can get better, I can do nothing." The three sighed and sat back in their seats, looking even more depressed than earlier. I watched as Sikowitz got ready for the class. I grew disheartened too remembering Cat's cries and her mom. She deserved at least a chance in the show. At least a chance to prove to her mom she was good. But she wasn't, really. She needed help if she was going to stay in the States, and more importantly Hollywood Arts.

Before I knew it I had stood and walked up to Sikowitz, ready to take a risk.

"Sir, I'm willing to teach her." I said. He looked at me, slightly confused.

"Teach who what?" he asked.

"Teach Cat to dance." I explained (Sikowitz was very forgetful at times), "So she can be in the showcase." I was actually a good dancer. I had once attended a dance school from when I was eight to when I was ten; I learned a lot about dancing there and several dance moves too: waltzing, salsa, moonwalk, disco, even ballet (I wasn't keen on that one). Surely I could teach Cat all she needed to know.

"Are you sure you can accomplish that, Beck?" Sikowitz asked. I nodded without hesitation.

"Yes, sir," I said, "I can whip Cat into dancing shape in no time."

"Very well!" Sikowitz said, "Beck Oliver, you are in charge of making Cat Valentine an excellent dancer. Don't screw it up."

"No, sir." I walked back to my seat proudly. Jade glared at me in shock and anger; me tutoring another girl in dancing surely didn't make her the peppiest. I didn't say a word and she didn't either. I knew I'd get chewed out later, but Jade was always nicer to me than anyone else. She wouldn't kill me or socially destroy me—the worse she could do would be wasting time by yelling. In the end I knew we'd stay the same, in love and non-bickering.

Or so I thought.

There's no such guy as Casey Boy. He's just someone I made up when I was younger, and was too lazy to create a new person and too fearful of putting a real singer there. You know, copyright or something like that. Anyway, what'd you think of the first chapter? Liked it? Hated it? Thought it should be a Seddie?

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