Sorry for the delay! I've been having trouble with ideas but I'm good now! I made Cat a fan of 80's music because I adore anything from the good ol' 80's! I have a very nostalgic soul though I'm young. Most of my friends have "Bieber Fever" and all that chiz, but I saw "Bring me some Madonna! And U2! And Heart!" I really don't have many to talk to at lunch...
Beck's POV
At lunch Jade and I went to a table by the rest of the gang. Thankfully Cat had popped up—no longer crying—so I didn't have to go on a wild goose chase to find her, something I was happy about. She wasn't her bubbly self, though—she was still in a blue funk as she carelessly picked at her sandwich.
"S'up?" I greeted, sitting beside Cat. Jade shot her a glare at my choosing to be next to her but just sat on my left, wrapping her arm with mine.
"Hi." Cat moaned, staring at her food like it was a funeral on a plate. Tori's face fell at Cat's gloomy attitude, and André patted her back reassuringly. She appeared comforted by his hand rubbing her back but all the same was sad.
"Still upset about Sikowitz, eh?" I said.
"What the heck, Beck? !" she shouted, her sad face contorting to an angry one, "You don't have to rub it in my face!"
"No, Cat, you don't under—" I began but she cut me off quickly.
"Why can't you be nice to me? !" she yelled, collecting her sandwich and stomping off. I knew Cat well enough that she'd have some sort of outburst but I was hoping I could squeeze the news in before then. Alas, I couldn't. So I guess I did sort of have to go on a wild goose chase.
Standing from the table, I ran towards Cat, who was heading to the trash cans. She was about to throw her sandwich heatedly in with the rest of the trash but I grabbed the tray before she could. She stared up at me, sorrow and fury still in her expression.
"Cat, after Sikowitz kicked you out, I offered to teach you dance." I explained hastily before she could interject. She processed my words, and a grin lit up her face.
"Oh, thank you so, so, so, so much!" she cried, hugging me with one arm, her other holding her tray still. I returned the one-sided hug by putting one arm of mine around her too. After she stopped hugging me she still had that smile—the one where she looks as though she'll be happy forever. That was the only thing Jade didn't possess: utter happiness and innocence. She was a bit dark and rarely smiled—she did smirk evilly—and her happiness fed off others' misery (mainly Tori's). Cat, however, was the complete opposite of that: she loved cheery people and kept pure optimism, like a little girl. A nice change at times.
"So, when do you want to meet up?" I asked as we ambled back to the table. She shrugged.
"Whenever you want," she said, "I'm free all week."
"Okay then," I responded, licking my lips as I thought, "Well, I'm pretty free too…how about tomorrow night we dance, but tonight you help pick out music?"
"Yeah!" she said enthusiastically, "You drive?" I nodded, grinning absently at her. She nodded too, and our plan was set.
We arrived at the table soon after deciding that, and Jade decided we were going to sit at a different table, all the while glaring in the direction of the girl.
'~**~'
That evening, I revved up my yellow convertible. The CD store was only a few blocks away from my house. I told Cat to meet me there, since I didn't know exactly where she lived so that'd save us time. She had agreed, and I was on my way.
Pulling up to Hummel's CD Shoppe (that was the store's name if you haven't figured that out yet), I saw a bobbing head of red hair that I knew to be Cat's. Smiling to myself, I parked my car and hustled inside.
Holiday by Madonna was playing overhead, the loud 80's tune infesting my ears. They really need to put on a different CD, I thought. Not that I don't love me some 80's music, but most teens in the 2000's don't. A shame but if Hummel (or whatever his name was) wanted young customers, he needed to put on some Miley Cyrus or something. Oh, I think I threw up a bit in my mouth just saying that.
Again I spotted the flying hair and I went over to meet Cat. She was jumping up and down in tune to the Madonna music. You can probably picture the way she danced if you've ever, say, seen a chicken with anger issues. When she saw me she became flustered and stopped dancing.
"I didn't know you were a Madonna fan." I said.
"Who isn't?" she said, throwing her hands up. I chortled.
"Losers?" I said. She laughed chirpily, and we went to pick out some CDs.
We stayed a long while; there were dozens of artists and songs everywhere but we couldn't find any CDs that were just right. Cat had a taste for female 80's pop icons, which wasn't what we were looking for but I didn't say anything. She kept going for the Whitney Houston, Pat Benatar, and—no chiz—Madonna CDs, snatching them up hungrily. She was probably the first teenager I met who preferred Whitney over Gaga. It was refreshing to know some people still loved the classics like me.
I saw her hand hover over some 80's movie soundtracks and it clicked in my brain: they were the perfect dance numbers! Classics like Dirty Dancing and Footloose were perfect to teach Cat. I pointed them out to her, and she looked absolutely giddy.
"Oh, I love the dances in these!" she squealed. Happily, I collected the CDs, bought them (Cat also bought a Madonna one), and we parted ways. I had a hefty collection of good music at home, not just the ones I bought. But I wanted to discover Cat's tastes, so I could determine the best way to teach her. I was just happy she wasn't a Justin Bieber fangirl…ugh…
I left for my bedroom upon arriving home, awaiting meeting up with Cat again the next night.
