Cat Valentine.

That's the name that constantly runs through my mind. She isn't like other girls. She's beautiful and insecure and caring.

And she's mine.

Or at least I wish she was.

The first time I met her was in the audition line for attending Hollywood Arts for incoming freshman year. She was listening to her iPod, head bobbing along to the music playing through her earphones. She had her red curls pushed back by a headband that matched her yellow sundress.

"What are you listening to," I asked her.

She looked up at me with her big brown eyes (the kind that make a guy feel mesmerized) and a a shy smile and replied, "Fun. I don't know if you've heard of them ,but-."

"I love Fun," I replied.

She let out a soft laugh and we talked for about ten minutes before it was her turn to go and audition.

"You want to go eat after we get out of here? I know this great Italian place where we can go and finish our conversation," she asked.

At first I couldn't believe it. A beautiful girl like her asking me to go out and eat. But after the initial shock wore out, I replied that I would love to.

The place was insanely full considering it was Wednesday at 2:00 in the afternoon.

"Maybe we should eat somewhere else," I suggested.

"Burgers?"

"Sounds cool," she looped her arm with mine as we walked down the street to the burger shack.

She ordered a burger and a strawberry milkshake and I ordered the same ,but with a side of fries. (She spent the meal stealing most of them ,not that I minded.)

After that I walked her back home, said our goodbyes, and didn't talk to each other until school started again and we found each other sharing the same schedule.

Even though it was spontaneous and wasn't planned or anything, I like to think of that as a date.

My first date with Cat Valentine. We haven't had any hang out sessions like that since then. Back then, she was so optimistic and in love with life. It's been two weeks now since she had that fallout with Evan and she's still upset about it.

She hardly talks to anyone at school and when any of us ask her if she's doing okay, she replies, "I'm doing fine. Why do you ask?"

If only she could see how amazing she truly is then she'd be ok, I know she would be.

At lunch, Tori came and told us she had a great idea on how to make Cat feel better.

"How about a road trip," she tells the group excitedly, practically jumping out of her seat.

Cat seems to like this idea since she flashes us a smile she hasn't shown off since the breakup. "That sounds really fun."

I go home and talk to my parents about our plans to take off on Friday morning and come back Tuesday in the afternoon and they give me their blessing. I walk up the stairs to my room and go through my camera's pictures.

There's one that I especially like. It's of Cat and me during Christmas time. She's sitting on my lap wearing her cute Santa hat and her head is somewhat resting on mine while our arms are wrapped around each other. Tori took the picture during lunch and smiled at me saying "That's a keeper."

And yeah, she really is.

I've gone three years being friends with Cat. And all this time I've been in love with her, yet she hasn't even realized it no matter how obvious I've made it that I was interested. I've asked her out to Prome. Wrote her song. Given her hundreds of compliments revealing how I really see her.

I'm tired of waiting. I want to be with Cat. I've always wanted to be with her.

Maybe this road trip will bring us closer. Maybe

tbc