It was an accident. At least the driver of the other car swore it was. But Cat didn't care about what he swore. He hurt Robbie. He T-boned the car, according to the police. He was drunk from a part apparently. Robbie never took a sip of alcohol in his life.

Her red hair flying about as she ran onto the scene. Cat argued with a cop for five minutes before he let her behind the yellow tape. Spectators had formed into a crowd now. The intersection was cut off, and a man in a bright suit was directing traffic away. her heels clomped as she ran towards Robbie. She screamed his name. Tears fell from her eyes at the sight of the wreckage. Police swarmed the place, taking testimonies and trying to tend to the hurt teen. Cat couldn't get close enough to comfort him. She wanted to tell him that she hopes he stays alive. Dear God, does she hope he stay alive.

Someone called an ambulance. Cat could hear the cop barking into the phone as he instructed the vehicle where to go. Robbie was yelling. He was in pain, no doubt. You don't survive a T-bone without some pain. He had also saw Cat and was screaming her name. His voice was raspy. She ran closer.

"Ma'am, you can't go any further!" The police officer held up a hand to direct her backwards, but Cat payed no attention. She had to see Robbie. She just had to. Without a word, the small teen ran forward. Another cop appeared out of seemingly nowhere and they collided and held the redhead back. She was kicking and yelling to try and plea with the men. her heels flew off and landed in front of her on the pavement. They didn't let her grab them as they pulled her back further.

"Please! I have to see Robbie! I'm the person he's yelling about!" The spectators were sure getting a show out of this. Cat didn't care. She wasn't going to stand there and let her friend suffer. She wanted to go make sure he was okay. She wanted to give the guy who did this a beat down.

Red and blue lights from the police cars roved upon the scene, reflecting off stray pieces of glass that had shattered upon impact. The ground was littered with them. they sparkled in the moonlight, a perverse pantomime of glittering stars. The same stars that the two teens had been sitting under an hour ago.

They were at this party, and since both had no interest in drinking like the others, they decided to spend the party outside. It was a free for all anyway, so no one would miss them. The pair ended up jumping on a trampoline for half of the night. It was around ten when they stopped. Kicking out her legs, Cat allowed herself to fall onto the trampoline, getting one final jump out of the ordeal. Robbie followed her suit and crashed down next to her.

"Look at the stars!" It was Cat who said this in amazement, looking up at the sky above. The stars twinkled like diamonds, something you almost never saw in the city. It was positively breathtaking.

"They're beautiful." Robbie smiled at Cat, scooting a little closer to his crush. The moonlight reflected over both of their bodies, making them glow with pale beams of light. Now was Robbie's chance. He got to be the suave kid who swept Cat off of her feet.

"N-not as beautiful as you. The stars, I mean. They aren't as beautiful as you." Okay, so Robbie was internally face palming now. Everything he did always seemed awkward. He couldn't catch a break, could he? (apparently not) To his surprise, Cat giggled.

"Thanks Robbie. " She pushed a strand of red hair behind her shoulder and then placed her hand atop of his. The Afro haired teen had no clue whether or not that was intentional. They moved closer. Robbie gently hummed Don't You, Forget About Me. They had watched the move just last weekend and Cat held it as one of the best movies of all time. She turned to him. They looked into each other's eyes and kissed, right there, in the moonlight. The music from inside faded, the glow of their skin faded, everything seemed to fade until they released lips.

It was not long after that they had to go, both having a curfew to contend with. Robbie dropped Cat off at home and went to the store for some milk and such. According to the police, it was coming home half an hour later that he got hit.

Robbie looked around one last time, seeing Cat being dragged off by officers, the roving police lights hitting the pavement, the crowd watching intently and whispering about what was happening. He hoped they had a good show at least. Reporters swarmed onto the scene a while ago and were filming everything they could. Sirens pierced the air. He heard yelling from Cat. Then all the noise faded and everything went black.