Hola peoples! Thanks for reading this story so far! Since I feel like I keep repeating myself all the time with this stuff, I'll make this short and sweet- This will be the last chapter that the scenes actually come from the episode itself. The next couple of chapters will consist of scenes I made up myself So don't worry, I will become more creative soon! Lol

Also, have you guys seen all the shipwarring going on between Bade and Bori? I swear it's getting out of control! I try to stay out of it myself, but people seem to forget that Victorious is just a TV show and it's not the end of the world if their OTP doesn't end up happening XP Oh well, guess I'll have to deal with it since I'm part of the Victorious wiki.

Disclaimer: I state that I, Jessica Sugar Junkie Einstein, do not own Victorious. It is the rightful property of Dan Schneider and I have no intentions whatsoever of taking that away from him. Except maybe on a Tuesday, I'll think about it… but that's beside the point!

A half hour later, Robbie emerged from the boy's bathroom. He still felt a little shaky (probably from all the butterflies flying around in his stomach) but he wasn't nauseous anymore. However, he put Rex in his locker since Rex had told him that another "prom bomb" had gone off in his head. Robbie sighed and shook his head when he told him that; after the Northridge prom, Robbie had found a bottle of vodka in his bed. He had no idea where it came from, and he certainly didn't grab it himself, so he figured it must have been Rex. He was starting to worry about him- first the insults, now the drinking; what else would come next? Drug deals? At least he had his uncle's old handcuffs if Rex ever got out of hand again.

He shrugged it off and walked to the corner of the dance floor. Well as long as he's here and a good song is on, he might as well enjoy himself while he can. He started doing a little dance, enjoying the beat pumping through his body- although the music was a little loud. Robbie wished they would turn on the Spice Girls, but they were so outdated by now that he doubted he would ever hear a song by them ever again. So he kept on dancing… alone in a corner… by himself… depressing, right? But he won't be alone for long.

Suddenly, people started to move away from the center. Why, you may ask? Because a grown man in a diaper had just pushed through the sea of gyrating people and started dancing like no one was watching. People stared in horror at the man's way-too-big belly and his floppy white diaper. Not something you'd expect at a "prome," I must say.

The only person that seemed to be enjoying the chubby man's unexpected appearance was Cat. She was laughing and pointing Doug out to people. "Hahaha, he's like a man baby!" she squeals, clearly amused by the spectacle going on right in front of her. "Who changes him?"

She was enjoying it so much that she didn't see Robbie approaching her from her left. "Well, hiya Cat!" Robbie greets her with his hands in his pockets, purposefully lengthening the word "well" as he talked. He didn't know why he did it; he just thought it would sound better if he said it that way.

Cat, still thinking about the half-naked man on the dance floor, giggles softly and pushes the hair out of her eyes. Robbie can't help but think about how amazing her eyes look in the colored lights. So brown and glittery and innocent… he snapped himself out of it in a split second; he had to focus. He's playing a character- snarky, witty, bitter- everything he's not, but he keeps up the act anyway. "Weird, I don't see your 'date' anywhere," he comments, using his fingers to put imaginary quotes around "date." "Where is Tug?"

"Well, he was standing next to a candle and… his jacket caught on fire." She knew she took too long to answer him, but look at Doug- he's just so naked! Cat wondered how a grown man could have the dignity to dress up in a diaper and entertain at parties. She laughed and played with her hair nervously- it just wouldn't stay out of her face!

However, Robbie could see right through her façade. The nervous, shaky laugh, the constant hair-flipping, the pauses in between her words, why she wouldn't make direct eye contact with him… she has been faking this thing all along!

His act crumbled underneath the hurt in his chest and his tone suddenly changed from biting to just plain angry. He couldn't help himself- he just lost it then and there. "Yeah, you see how one LIE leads to another?"

Now it was Cat's turn to look hurt. "I'm not lying!" she cried. How could Robbie be so mean to her?

"Look, if you didn't want to go to this prome with me, you could've just said so."

Ohhh, so that's why he was so upset! He thought she had made someone up just so she wouldn't go with him. Poor thing. Cat tried to reassure him. "It's not that I didn't want to go with you-"

"You didn't have to make up lies about some football player named Tug with a spinning hat and a jacket that caught on fire!" he interrupted her loudly, causing her to jump from the harshness of his words.

"But I'm not lying!" she whimpered again, tears pricking at her eyes.

"Good night, Cat."

"But Robbie!"

"I said goodnight!" And with that, Robbie just stormed away and didn't look back- he couldn't bear to look back, he was so angry. Not only was he angry at Cat, but he was angry at himself for screwing this whole thing up. Wasn't prom ("prome", in Hollywood Arts speak) supposed to be the best night of your life? Not by a long shot.

"Proms are stupid," he muttered angrily as he kept walking. He didn't know where he was going, but he sure as hell didn't want to be here right now. He just wanted this nightmare to go away.

Robbie was a little foolish not to look behind him because if he did, he would've seen a teary-eyed Cat and a tall, burly guy in a grey suit and a matching top hat heading towards Cat. He was coughing and wheezing as he was trying to get the smoke out of his system and off his jacket as well.

Cat didn't see Tug come up behind her at first. She was too busy staring at Robbie as he had stormed away, muttering to himself in a crazy sort of fashion. She didn't mean to hurt him! She felt like everything was her fault. How could she hurt such a sweet guy without knowing it? It was unfathomable to her tiny heart that only knew the language of kindness and love. Basically, in lack of better terms, she felt like a gank.

But when the coughing noises came closer, Cat turned and saw the sight of Tug's smoking jacket and his bright red face. "I think I put my jacket out!" he said brightly.

"Oh Tug… it's all burned," Cat said sadly, moving her index finger so it stroked one of the crisp edges on a gash in Tug's jacket. Ouch! She pulled it away quickly. His jacket is still really hot!

"It's okay." Tug smiled, and Cat just wanted to pinch his baby-faced cheeks because he was just too cute. "If anyone looks at my jacket, I'll just do this!"

He reached into his pocket and pressed a button of some sort, and his hat lit up and began to play music. Cat laughed and leaned on his shoulder; he always knew how to make her feel better! After a while, she soon forgot about poor, broken-hearted Robbie as she and Tug occupied themselves by watching Doug "do his thang" on the dance floor.

Hahaha, wouldn't I be a cruel person if I just ended the story there? I was so tempted to do that! But I didn't :P Because first of all, I'm too nice of a person to do that to you fellow Cabbie lovers; second of all, I have great ideas for the rest of the story (can't wait to write about them!); and thirdly, I believe in happy endings! Oops, I just gave it away! Or did I? You'll have to find out for yourselves! *laughs evily*

Please review, review, review! I 3 reviews! And if you haven't guessed by now… yeah, I'm pretty weird. But you know what? You'll just have to deal with it because you're stuck with me ;)