Hey guys! I've decided that I think I'm ready to come back after my week or so of break from the site. This is a new fic that I just wrote the first chapter to in like, thirty minutes. Sorry if it sucks. The first part's pretty short, but the chapters will get longer as they progress. Leave a review and tell me what you think. I take constructive criticism, as long as it makes sense.
Robbie Shapiro was in desperate need of someone's help. He had been assigned by Sikowitz to star in the new production at Hollywood Arts, and he didn't understand why he had gotten the lead role. He was a terrible actor, as everyone knew. Everything he ever did was failure, and the only reason that he was even able to attend Hollywood Arts was because he could play guitar and sing. Why did he have this lead part? Why didn't Sikowitz give it to someone like Beck or Andre, or someone that actually had potential?
As this confusion was sinking in, Robbie realized that he had more than two hundred lines to memorize before this Friday, but he couldn't concentrate. Everything was wrong with him, it seemed. And one of those issues was that he wasn't able to memorize lines for anything. What was he supposed to do? He would get a bad grade if he wasn't able to pull off this part, he knew it.
"Why would you do this to me?" he said to himself as he walked down the street, holding his script down so he wouldn't be tempted to look at it. "I thought you loved me. I thought you…" He stopped, completely forgetting what the next part of the line was. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes and trying with all his might to remember the rest of his long line. Nothing came to him. He looked at the script and silently read over the line that he had screwed up on, and then he took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind.
That's when his phone started vibrating in his pocket, and he knew that he would be too distracted to even think about learning lines now. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw that it was only a text from telling him all about his friends' status updates. Like he could care right now.
He plopped down on a bench on the sidewalk and stared across the street, not really at anything in particular. He just felt like a failure, and that feeling would never leave him. He had felt like that his entire life, ever since he started doing plays at the community theatre and always getting compared to people who did a whole lot better than him. All he had ever wanted his whole life was to be an actor, but it didn't look like this dream was going to be fulfilled. If he couldn't do this simple little part for a stupid school project, how was he supposed to do professional work?
That's when he saw her. She was coming out of the store right across the street, carrying a bag that was loaded with brand new clothes that she had just bought. She had the brightest smile in the world on her face, and her brown eyes were obviously alight with excitement about something. She had a bounce in her step, like she always did whenever she walked. But it wasn't a weird kind of bounce. It was cute and innocent, like she was carefree about everything in the world. Her bright red hair shone in the evening sunlight, and she raised her head up to the sky and smiled even wider. She was soaking up the sunshine and just basking in the joy of life.
Look over here, look over here. Robbie had admired her ever since the day he met her. She was a bit ditzy and bipolar, but she was high on life and nothing was ever able to bring her down. She had been hurt so many times, and he had seen her get hurt and insulted, but she always held her head high and smiled at the world. He wished that he could handle life's struggles like she could.
Honestly, she wasn't just his ditzy friend. She was so much more than that. She had kissed him when he thought that he was in love with Trina, just to prove that stage kisses didn't mean anything. He could still taste her on his lips, even though that was months and months ago. Something about her made him go insane, and whenever she was around, he lost all of his senses. Right now, he couldn't even see anything except her, beautiful Cat Valentine standing on the sidewalk, looking up at the sky and savoring the splendor of the day.
Cat didn't look over at him. Instead, she pulled her phone out from the pocket in her short skirt and walked away, typing away about something that would probably be sent to The Slap. Why did she have to be so perfect? And why couldn't she just look at him and realize that they could be so much more than friends?
His phone vibrated, and he pulled it out of his pocket again. Sure enough, there was a text alerting him what Cat had just posted. The sun is smiling at me, and big, puffy clouds are throwing a party in my honor. Such a pretty day!
Not as pretty as you, he wanted to say, but he resisted the temptation and looked back down at his script. He knew now that his mind would be fuzzed for the rest of the day, and it would be impossible to learn anything in this state that he was in. And it was all because of that gorgeous Cat Valentine.