Author's Note: First of all, thank you oodles for all the sweet reviews! You guys are the best reviewers ever! Any ideas I've gotten have been taken into consideration, so we'll see if they get in!
I partially got this idea while watching The Big Bang Theory. That's evident halfway through the story, if you're a fan.
This one isn't as strong as the others are going to be, but I still think this one is pretty cute, as anything with Cat is bound to be.
Character(s): Cat, Robbie, Robbie'sMother (read her dialogue with a really obnoxious Jewish woman accent, that's how I read it!)
Pairing(s): Cabbie friendship
December 2nd, 2011
"Have a great weekend, class! Remember to study for the test on Monday!"
Test? Cat frowned. Who wants to spend the weekend studying? Not her!
But hey, that was the last class before the weekend started! Hurray!
She skipped over to Robbie's desk, where he was gathering his books and stuff with one hand and cradling Rex in the other. "Hi, Robbie! Class was fun, wasn't it?"
"As fun as trigonometry can be, I guess." Robbie smiled at his redheaded friend. "What up?"
"Stop trying to be smooth, Rob," Rex muttered.
Cat crossed her arms and gave Rex her fiercest look. It wasn't all that fierce. "You're a meanie!"
"And you're a spaz, but you don't see me gripin' 'bout it."
"Rex!" Robbie scolded. "Do you want to go in the backpack?"
Rex was surprisingly silent after that.
After a moment of quiet, Cat remembered that Robbie asked her a question, so she said, "I have plans this weekend, so I was wondering if you wanted to study together this afternoon so we could get it out of the way!"
"Really?" Cat nodded. "Yeah, sure!" It probably said something about Robbie's social life that he was ecstatic to just study trigonometry with someone, but hey, he could finally post on The Slap that he had plans on a Friday night that weren't with Rex or his Mamaw.
"Yay!" Cat ran over to grab her backpack and skedaddled back over to her curly haired friend. "Is it okay of we go to your house?"
"Uh, I guess so." Robbie stuffed his junk into his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. "Why my house?"
As they started walking out of the classroom and past their teacher's desk, who was too busy watching an iCarly web show to notice they were still even there, Cat shrugged slightly. "Well, I guess we could do it at my house. It's just that my brother's going through this nudist phase and-"
"Hey, I have an idea, why don't we go to my house and study?"
Robbie couldn't have said that fast enough.
"Are ya sure you kids don't want some brisket?"
Why Robbie hadn't shut his bedroom door yet, he'll never know.
He leaned out the door and yelled down the steps, "We don't want any brisket, ma!"
"Don't speak for ya cute lil' friend, Robbie!" his mother shouted back at him. "Cat, sweethawt, do ya want some brisket?"
"No thank you, Mrs. Shapiro!" Cat called back, placing her backpack on Robbie's bed. Truth is, she didn't know what brisket was, but she was pretty sure it wasn't a type of Jewish cupcake, so she could hold off for now.
"Okay, thanks, bye Mom!" Robbie slammed his bedroom door, and that certainly didn't settle well with his mother.
"Robert Shapiro, don't you slam ya door at me!"
Robbie, at his wit's end, shouted through the door, "I only slammed it because I wanted to hear something besides your shouting for once!"
He let out a huff and spun around, sort of wishing his mom hadn't decided to give him another chance.
"Hehehe..." Cat ducked her head down so Robbie wouldn't see her laugh, but he could still hear.
"What?"
"Nothing... I just remembered a funny episode of the Big Bang Theory I saw last night."
Why would she remember that out of nowhere?
Meh.
"So, I guess we should get started." Robbie say down next to her on his bed and started digging around in his backpack. Rex was downstairs in the living room, watching a rerun of The Real Girls of Northridge, so he thankfully wouldn't bother them.
He'd probably be up all night telling Robbie about their hips, but he could deal with that later.
"Kaykay!" Cat pulled out her textbook, flipped to page ninety seven, and looked at sine functions for all but ten seconds before looking back up at Robbie. "Can I ask you something?"
"Is it about ointments?"
"No."
"Oh. I guess I could still give it a shot."
Cat grinned and asked, "You're Jewish, right?"
Robbie wondered for a moment if she was serious. Did the 'fro and the loud, brisket-making mother not give that away? "Uh, yeah. I thought you knew that."
"I did. I just wanted to make sure." Cat played with a strand of her hair and added, "But if you're Jewish, why did you want to help us with the Christmas decorations yesterday? Don't you guys celebrate Bakugan?"
"It's called 'Hanukkah', Cat."
"Oh, okay! That name's a lot less copyrighted!"
Uh. Okay.
"But wait, you aren't offended by all the Christmas stuff?" Cat shoved the textbook off her lap, since she wasn't really using it anyway. "I'd get offended. But my therapist said that's because I get offended easily... He's mean."
Flipping through his textbook for the right page, since he actually wanted to get some studying done, Robbie shrugged. "My grandparents on my mom's side celebrated both holidays, so that tradition just sort of got passed down."
"That's so cool!" Cat beamed and bounced in her seat, making Robbie shift too, since they were on a bed and all. "Do you guys get eight days of Christmas and light your tree on fire and eat dreidels?"
"... Do you even know what dreidels are?"
"They're the potato pancakes, right?"
Robbie chuckled. "Uh, no, you're thinking of latkes. Dreidels are like wooden tops."
Cat gasped, bringing both hands over her mouth. "Oh my God! Those must be hard to chew!"
Robbie gave up trying to explain that to her. He found himself doing that a lot while talking to Cat. He was sure the rest of his friends could vouch for that as well.
Robbie decided to ignore that part part and explain what was wrong with all the things she previously described. "Yeah, sure. And we get eight days of Hanukkah, but one day of Christmas. We don't light our tree on fire, we light the menorah every night. And Dad insists that the tree is called a Hanukkah Bush."
After clearing that up, he looked over to find Cat scribbling something down in her notebook. Oh, she had started working on trig already? Well alright then.
He leaned over to see what problems she had started on, only to find there were no numbers on her paper. Just everything he had previously said, written in her swirly cursive.
"Cat, are you taking notes on what I just said?"
"Yeah! That's how you learn stuff!" Cat explained, looking back up at him with the cutest look. "Do you guys wear the little beanie things too? And do you eat that brisket stuff your mom was talking about, or is that something else that isn't actually food?"
And that's the story of how Cat spent at least two hours learning pretty much everything Robbie could think to tell her about Judaism and the traditions that came along with it. It is also the story of how they studied for their trig test for only seven minutes before Cat's mom came to pick her up.
Meh, who needs trig? She had a vast knowledge of Hanukkah and some of Mrs. Shapiro's brisket wrapped in aluminum foil. Besides, there might be some math involved with that dreidel thing.
Cat still thought you were supposed to eat it, though.
The "sweethawt" was not a typo. That's Yiddish.
And by Yiddish I mean how I think the stereotypical Jewish mother would pronounce it.
Okay, this one was just plain goofy. The other ones will be much more epic, I swear! Please review with opinions/suggestions/death threats! :D
