Disclaimer= I do not own Victorious.

Robbie could not get that bundle of joy out of his mind. If it was jumping whilst rocking Jupiter shoes or being a SkyStore fiend, Cat was something he craved. Sure every girl has their insecurities but for Little Red, she did a superb job of not showing the obvious negative remarks people give her, even her friends.

Sometimes a phooey or what's that supposed to mean usually let people know that she was none too happy with what they said. Robbie thought to himself why still bother courting someone whom opted to go with a "make-believe" person instead of him to the prome. That red rapture took control of him and damn if he didn't pull an André… well he is, but in the best way he knows how to sans the aid of Tori.

Robbie still worked on blogging, but decided to post on his profile for The Slap. He was on his 4th Cola mentally bashing his brain in for an idea of what to post that will notify Cat that he wanted her, despite the previous rejection. Turning to his pod, which he awesomely set to auto download music that he was about to hear while having one earphone on. As he was grabbing his 5th cola, Robbie nearly dropped the can when he heard a soothing instrumental and proclaimed himself ready to Shakespeare.

I've tried to suppress whatever feelings lingered

yet they will not go away

emotions are still crackling, embers rising to red flames

I just don't know what it is about you

that sweet, bubbly, and cheerful nature of yours

floors me, thrills me, makes me um…..

it makes me want to be with you that much more

xxx

when they say those bad things

your good soul won't let you catch feelings

a whimper is all you'll do

I would do much more than that

I'd tell them off

swat them away like flies

then wipe the tears so I can comfort you

cliché you may say?

not the way these words which I portray

cliché you may think?

never will they be

if you give me the chance to speak

so nice

so kind

beyond beautiful

such grace like a feline…

Robbie clicked post and shut his laptop, knowing full well the person in question will read it and likely deduce what the last line is. He takes off his glasses and then goes to sleep, smiling at the lone hashtag that was placed in the tags portion of the post.

#bmv

Be mine Valentine…

Thanks for reading the first chapter. I realize that it's short, but that is the way I will format this story. Usually I have Rob in my previous stories get with the girl, but I figured why not go the unrequited route? Leave a review!