Disclaimer= I do not own Victorious.
"… and that is what Rob Service is…"
"That's why you don't have a girlfriend fool." Robbie Shapiro tuned out Rex's words yet again. He was in between Stages 1 and 2 of sleep, when the quotables began. Another fitful night of sleep was going to happen, but he was so used to it that he didn't care about it anymore. A few hours of sleep and Robbie threw in the towel, giving up on trying to get a full night of it.
It wasn't a fun morning. Too young for advanced medicinal help, Robbie downed several energy drinks in an attempt to stay awake. It seems that he is a ghost to his Hollywood Arts peers when not identified by friends. Robbie has atteneded HA longer than his peers, and still little to no people outside of his group recognizes him.
A simple greeting would be nice, but they can't even do that. Rex gets greeted more than I do. He is more accepted than I am…
It is shameful that people treat me like this, on a day when a single syllable of kindness said to me would brighten my spirits. Guess people are way to busy to spare 26 frames out of their day for a hey…
"Hey!" Robbie felt a tap on his shoulder. Taking his head out from his locker, he looks at Cat Valentine, who has a smile on her face, highlighted by her strawberry crème lip glossed lips. Even though his right arm has mold and moss growing on it, Robbie appreciated Cat's greeting and reciprocated with a half hug. Her attitude on life, despite what people thought of her, was always positive. Shockingly, Rex's puppeteer continued to have a sunken feeling of dejection on his face, alarming Cat, whom could not think of a way to comfort him.
"Have lunch with me later Robbie, 'kay?" Robbie remained silent, walking to Sikowitz's class with the same dark attitude. Cat pleaded with him to consider it. Robbie threw up a finger and wagged it from side to side, indicating that he did not want to have lunch with Cat.
"She's practically throwing herself at you kid, the least you can do is reply back." Trina Vega made a sudden appearance, standing a foot to the right of Cat, who had a hand over her mouth. She was very worried now, but all Trina could do was compliment about her choice of lip gloss.
"Right now is not to time for complimenting. Thank you, but our friend Robbie seems to be hurting, and it is our duty as his friend to see what's wrong." Cat urged Trina to talk to Robbie during lunch, talking about how he already said no to her and how spending some time with a girl would make his spirits go up. Trina had a small fit, complaining about the social effects of "having lunch with that guy" would bring.
"I don't usually do this, but here goes…" Cat walks a few feet and stands in front of Trina, who is confused by that action. A couple of more seconds go by, and Cat turns around and gives Trina the best glare she could muster. I do not believe that a branding iron dipped in lava could've had a better effect.
"Alright Cat, I'll talk to the kid,"
"Teehee, see you later then." Cat skips up the stairs and out of sight, her strawberry crème-glossed lips smiling.
*What is wrong with Robbie? Next chapter: A Trobbie lunch, where this story will really take off…*