I'm still sad. The thing is that Robbie and I got our pajelehoochos stolen tonight and we don't have any other clothes right now! We're hiding behind trash cans right now and it's so cold and windy. "Robbie? How are we getting home? I'm freezing!" I call out.
He turns to look at me, "It's okay, Cat. I know," he exclaims. "We can go to my house. It's not that far and my parents are out of town." I cock my head, why would that matter? "You know," he continues. "We don't have to worry about them seeing us and asking questions or anything.." he trails off slowly.
"Oh! Okay, that sounds good, then. Let's go."
"So, the plan is that we are going to hide in a big trash can and ride downhill to my house, okay?" He smiles to me and I nod along.
A little later, we make it to his house and he lets me in. "Robbie," I cry out. "Your house is absolutely wonderful." I run around and start looking at everything. His entire house is full of beautiful, complicated pictures, with lots of lines and colors. "I love them all!"
He chuckles shyly. "Thank, Cat. My parents are really into modern art, but come on, we have to go get dressed. This is a little weird," he hesitates.
I frown, why is this so weird? "Robbie, am I making you uncomfortable? We can go change," I say before he can even respond. I speed up the stairs.
He runs up after me, "It's the second door to your right," he states. I bolt in and start rummaging through his drawers.
Robbie giggles nervously, "Kit (his new nickname for me), no, it's the bottom two drawers, he laughs.
"Oh, okay," I say. I didn't want him to know, but I actually wanted to see what else he had in his dresser. I pick out a long flannel shirt and button it up. "Do you like it?" I spin around all the way. The shirt reaches down to the middle of my thighs, long enough.
He gives me this really particular look and shakes his head a little. I frown, "You don't like it? I think it looks so good with my skin color." The dark blue somehow works well with my dark complexion and I think it looks perfect. I spin around again.
Robbie shakes his head, "No, no, I love it. I just.." He stops mid sentence and just looks at me.
I cock my head, "What is it?"
He sighs slowly. "You just look really pretty, that's all, Cat."
Oh. I clear my throat, "Oh, well thanks, you do, too," I cheer. He had put on a regular Robbie long sleeved, striped shirt and jeans.
He chuckles warmly. "Do you mean handsome?"
"Yeah," I say while stepping towards him. "Really handsome, actually," and I kiss him on the cheek. My heart stops again. This is exactly what happened at the Cow-Wow and I still don't know how to handle it.
He smiles excitedly and pulls me in and hugs me.
"Robbie? I think…"
"Yeah, cutie?" he coos.
Oh, he's so cute. "I think I might like you, like a lot."
He releases me and changes his expression. "You what?"
"Nothing," I cry nervously. "I like lemonade, a lot. I'm going to go get some, if you have any." I run out of his room and down the stairs before he can follow me.
"Cat?" he cries out.
"It's okay, just a second," I yell up. I hesitate, but he doesn't follow me downstairs. I stand next to his fridge and lean against it and start crying. I've never thought of Robbie as anything more than a good friend, but recently I've really started having feelings for him. It's just hard for me to accept and what if we don't work out or what if he doesn't feel that way, I think. Although, deep down, I know nothing bad would ever happen to us and that calms me down. I stifle some more tears and slide onto the floor. I breathe heavily for a little and then sit back up.
I go into the fridge and get some lemonade and calm my nerves. I breathe in and out slowly a few more times and head upstairs.
Robbie looks at me as I walk in. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I sigh. "Super."
He smiles and looks deep into my eyes, "Good, me too. I just didn't know what to say before."
I look at him, frustrated. I grab his shoulders. "What about your feelings?" I shake him like a baby.
"Cat, I love you so much. I'm just worried about our friendship and I just… wasn't sure" he pauses and shakes his head. "I'm still not sure about this."
Instinctively I start smiling. I wrap my arms around him. "Oh, Robbie, I love you too! And I'm worried, too, but I think we'll be okay, don't you?"
He nods back, "Absolutely," he says.