So this is my new Victorious fanfiction. This is what happened after 'The Blonde Squad' between Robbie and Cat. Enjoy! :D

I do not own the show just the story.

I hate the stupid bird! I was so close to making Evan my boyfriend and what does it do? It ruins my wig. Now I'm standing in the hallway crying over what happens when Tori-of course Tori's here, miss save everything Vega-and Robbie-who I don't mind. I feel Robbie's hand touch my wrist, "Come with me," he says and he walks towards the restroom.

"I don't know about this," I say before Robbie cuts me off.

"It's okay," at least he is trying to comfort me with his words.

I finish my statement, "But I don't like controversy." He says he knows, and he's got me. I can't help but think back to when we were in Kindergarten and would say this. He gave me a ring I still wear to this day, a small gold ring with a small pearl on the top. It was probably all he could afford as a small child considering the pearl wasn't real and neither was the gold. It could have come from a jewelry dispenser.

Robbie manages to lift me up onto the sink counter which is thankfully dry. He's stronger than he looks; I would know. He's silent as he takes off my wig which is unlike him, "What's the matter, Rob?" I ask as he takes the wig off my head.

"Nothing," he mummers, that is a bunch of bull crap. I know him better than that, and he should now.

I let it drop though because I hear Tori talking to Evan; I don't plan on listening to her words, especially since she was the one who got me into this mess. I didn't want to go as a blonde to Nozu that was Tori's idea. Before I push the door open I hear Robbie mutter a good luck to me, and I walk out of the bathroom. I walk right up to Evan and say the only thing I can think of, "Hi."

"Cat?" He's into much shock to realize that it is actually me. I know Tori told him, in her own way of course.

"I guess," is that all I can come up with? Really, Cat?

"Is that you?" He ask causing me to nod, "But-"

I cut him off before he can say anything else, "It was a blonde wig, and the blue eyes were fake. It was for Beck's movie. This is me." I tug on my skirt like I usually do when I'm upset. Evan smiles a little, and I blush slightly when he says that I'm beautiful "I am?" I ask nervously, but smiling.

"Totally," I smile a bit bigger, "But, I'm really into blondes. Later." My smile completely disappears as he walks out of the doors of Hollywood Arts. Andre then runs trying to catch the stupid bird that caused this major disappointment in my life. When he's out of sight, I sink to floor and cry. Robbie hears me and sits beside me, saying nothing. He knows the last thing I need to hear is a bunch of bull crap. He just lets me cry, and when I'm done he leads me to the theater where Tori is.

"I don't want to go in there," I say quietly to him.

"I didn't know she was here, I swear," I believe him, and he knows it. "Just go talk to her, I have something that'll cheer you up." I smile and he kisses my cheek before he leaves. I sit beside Tori and listen to her ramble on about Evan, which I didn't really need to hear. She asks for a hug which I decline quickly, and then she leaves. If she was a dog her tail would be between her legs, and her ears would be down. "Hey," Robbie says as he steps on the stage a minute or so after Tori leaves.

"Hi," I can hear how upset I am even in my voice. The guitar on Robbie's shoulder is quite attractive, even though he is the skinniest child on the planet. He's attractive normally, don't get me wrong; he's just the nerdy, skinny attractive that other girls find attractive. I guess it's weird to think about him like this since I've known him more than half my life, maybe more like three-fourths.

His voice brings me back to the present, "I think that Evan guy is really dumb for not seeing how great you are," he pauses and pulls his guitar into position. He also gives an apologetic smile when he sees my face at the mention of Evan's name, "Do you want to hear the new song I've been working on?" I should have seen this coming.

"I don't know if I'm in the mood to listen-" he cuts me off before I can finish.

"Please?" he asks quieter than normal. I agree, and he begins to play.

I think you're swell
I think you're swell
I think you're swell
I think you're swell

You're the nugget in my ChickenMc
The peanuts in my butter
Adding fiber to our diets
Beneficial for each other
You're a piece of dental floss and I am the teeth
You're Aretha Franklin, I'm r-e-s-p-e-c-t
You're a baby giraffe and I'm a safety ranger
You're the father and ghost, I'm baby Jesus in the manger
Our love spans 40 acres, filled with apple trees
You're
Thanksgiving, I'm the turkey
You're Akeelah, I'm the bee
You're a guitar, I'm the strings like a Jet ski in the water
You're New York, I'm the buildings
You're my mother, I'm your father
And I think you're swell
I think you're swell
I think you're swell

By the time the first verse is finished I knew the song was about me since he managed to fill it with every little inside joke we've ever had. I can tell my eyes are watering, and I'm perfectly okay with it.

If you're Bobby, I'll be Whitney
If you're Method, I'll be Redman
If you're Carrie, I'm Samantha
If you're Oprah, I'll be Stedman
If you're Leia, I'm Han Solo
If you're Warbucks, I'll be Annie
If you're Puff the magic dragon, I'll be Peter, Paul, and Mary
I love you like a Cops marathon on TV
I love you more than the original
Star Wars trilogy
I am the walrus, you are the goo goo gajoo
I'm a whole lot of nothing, you are the much ado
When I say I'm in love it's more than any love has meant
And if we ever go jogging I'll be your antiperspirant

And I think you're swell
I think you're swell
I think you're swell

And everyday when you're walking down the street
Is like every other day because you're constantly walking down the street
And everyday I'm only thinking about you
And a bunch of other important things, but primarily you
And that's true

Cuz I think you're swell
I think you're swell
I think you're swell
I think you're swell

I'll be the Jagger to your Richards
The Kirk to your Picard
If you're a molten lava room I'll be the one inept guard
You're the tofu to my hippie, the words in my dictionary
If you're Sporty and Ginger, I'll be Baby Posh and Scary
We go together like pastrami on rye
Like watching Titanic and trying not to cry
You're in my mind like a song
You're in my head like a zombie
You're more fun than Frisbee in the park
Or popping edamame.
We go together like a parade to confetti
And later if you're hungry I'll make you some spaghetti

"Would there be meatballs?" I ask as he continues to play. He pauses for a moment before responding, "There would," and he resumes playing.

And I think you're swell
I think you're swell
I think you're swell

"Hey!" he looks nervous for a second, but it turns to mixture of happiness and confidence for a millisecond, "What if I just die my hair blonde?"

So I'll put up the next chapter after five reviews. Sorry it was so short. I do not own the song which belongs to lovely Matthew H. Bennett :)