Disclaimer: I do not own CATS or any of the charecters, I only own the story line

"Are you ready Vicky?" Plato was staring at her with kind and gentle eyes. Tonight was the night of the Jellicle Ball, and it was almost time for the mating dance. Plato and Victoria were dancing together.

"I guess, but I'm really nervous. What if I mess up?" Victoria was most concerned about this because within the tribe she held the reputation of being the best dancer. And that was something that she took great pride in. She had another fear though too. She was afraid of having to the do the dance with Plato. It wasn't that she didn't like him. It was that she only liked him as a friend. Victoria liked someone else, she didn't want to mate with Plato.

Plato opened his mouth to respond, but a voice behind the pair answered first, "What, the amazing Victoria, mess up! Like that will ever happen!" Plato was glaring at the cat behind Victoria. She however spun around with a huge grin on her face.

"QUAXO!" She said excitedly. Plato was still glareing at Quaxo, but he said nothing because he knew that Quaxo and Victoria were best friends.

"Have you got a problem Plato?" Quaxo asked in a voice that was dripping with innoccence. He knew that Plato couldn't stand him, but he also knew Plato wouldn't hurt him as long as Victoria was around.

"Actually I have got a problem Quaxo. Only the cats performing the mating dance are allowed back here. So you should probably go." He said in a triumphant voice. It was obvious to everyone in the tribe that Quaxo had a huge crush on Victoria.

"Oh, cool it. I only came to wish Victoria good luck." Turning to Victoria he gave her a hug whispering into her ear as he did so, "Never forget that I always love you."

Victoria whispered back with tears in her eyes, "I love you too." The only reason that she was doing this dance with Plato and not Quaxo was because the Jellicle Leader Old Dueteronamy chose who would do it together.

As she watched Quaxo walk away, she turned around and said to Plato, "Ok let's go." And putting a smile on her face she walked out into the middle of the clearing. She wore her fake smile aas she always would whenever she had kiss Plato or whenever she had to lay beside him.

For the rest of her life with Plato, whenever she looked at him, she only saw the face of the one that she really loved.

She only saw the face of Quaxo.