Hi Cabbie fans!
I just can't stop watching The Blonde Squad episode. I Think You're Swell nearly brings me to tears every time it comes on.
I think I'm starting to like Cabbie more than Rori. They're so cute together!
So, anyway, this is my attempt at writing it. The story is completely in Robbie's POV. It's about Robbie trying to get Cat to like him back, but knowing in his heart that she never will.
I hope you like…
I love her. Her red velvet hair, and her rich, chocolate eyes make me want to reach out and kiss her.
But I can't. And I never will be able to.
Sigh. I love her.
The worst way to live is to sit right next to the person you love, and yet know you can never, ever have them.
I smiled. "How was your date, Cat?" I asked, just really wanting to know whether the guy was a total jerk or not. I smiled harder.
"Really really amazing! Best date ever!" The smile on her face was brighter than mine will ever be. Cat's just so blithe. She looked away to the butterflies fluttering across the parking lot. "Gotta go, Robbie. Bye!" She jumped up and ran away to get a good look at them.
I wanted to cry. Not that she meant to hurt me in any way, whatsoever. Cat never hurt anyone. I just really want her to love me back. I don't think there's any other way to live life.
When you see her smile, and know it's not meant for you, that's when it will hurt you the most.
Beck looked at me seriously. "Cat can't see what you want, Rob. You have to tell her."
I tucked my smile away. "She wouldn't think any different about me. I'm not good enough for her. She needs a real guy. Someone like you."
"A smile means everything is good, to her. She doesn't know that you're hurting like this." And, with that said, Beck took his trash and left the table.
Sometimes, I will sit in my room at night and scream her name. Knowing she can't hear me, and knowing that no one else cares, I'll scream as loud as I can.
I wish she wasn't so stupid. I hate to use that word. But I want her.
It's amazing what you can hide, just by putting on a smile.
I closed my eyes and started to dream of us. There would never be an 'us'. Never in the entire future of our lives.
But that's the precise reason why I daydream about holding hands and kissing.
A guy like me doesn't get the girl in the end. No, that's the hero. I'm no hero. I'm a nerd. With a puppet. And glasses. And no muscles. And a puppet.
It's hard to tell your mind to stop loving someone, especially when your heart is so adamant on them.
Like? I kinda do… so um… review! Thanks guys! I'll think you're swell if you do!
(P.S., not a one-shot)