:) I hope everyone enjoys this. Still not committing to it entirely, I'd hate to run out of ideas and leave you with a half-finished fic. So it's a trilogy of chapters…for now. You never know when sudden inspiration will strike and I'll say, "Hey, I might wanna write a chapter four!" If not, well, thanks for all the support and I guess this is last chapter. I know, I keep saying that… :)
-Kit Kat
Cat was sitting having lunch with Robbie and Rex one afternoon a few days later. It was blisteringly hot out and there was only a slight breeze.
"So then I told her, 'Hey, you don't purée sushi!' I mean, that's just not right…"
"Hey, guys," said an easy-going voice behind them. Cat hadn't even realized he was there.
" Hey Beck," said Robbie, "Wanna hear my story about this girl I met at a gas station? I was just telling Cat…"
"No, actually," Beck said, looking a little weirded out, "I was hoping to snag Cat from you for a sec, do you mind?"
"No," Robbie answered dejectedly.
"She didn't care about gas station girl anyway," Rex said and snickered. Beck pulled Cat over into a less-crowded area.
"Tori told me you made up."
"Yeah," Cat said.
"I'm glad you guys are getting along again,"
"Yep."
"Anyway, Cat, I was going to ask you…"
"What, Beck?" Beck put his hands in his pockets and smiled at her.
"Well, I was just wondering if you'd like to go get sushi with me tonight." Cat acquired a very horrified expression.
"Are we going to purée it?" she asked, abhorred.
"Er, no Cat, we're not," Beck said with a chuckle.
"Oh," she said, smiling again, "okay, then. Sounds like fun."
"So then 'll pick you up around say, six-thirty?"
"That would be fantastic!" Cat giggled and left to go tell Robbie. Beck leaned against the wall and laughed. Purée sushi? Where'd she get these ideas…
At exactly six twenty-six Cat heard the doorbell ring. She skipped to the door.
"Hey, Cat," Beck said, handing her a small bouquet of red flowers. She gasped.
"There the same color as red-velvet cupcakes!"
"Yeah, they are. I saw them an thought of you."
"Aww," she said and looked at her feet, her cheeks turning the same color as the flowers, "So are you ready to go?"
"Absolutely," he answered, "You look fantastic. And there's a story behind the necklace, right?" Cat was wearing a necklace made of macaroni and paper clips.
"My brother made it for me from prison," she explained. She looked at it as if it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
"Well, okay then," he said as he walked her to his car, "They're going to be pretty busy, seeing as it's Friday night. I hope you don't mind."
"No, that's okay." Beck open the car door for and they got in.
Beck and Cat had a fine time at Nozu. They talked and laughed together for what seemed like hours. Cat couldn't remember ever being so happy.
"So, wait a minute, you're saying he actually screamed at the lamp?"
"Yessiree," Cat answered, "I dumped that baby squid on his head and he was all, 'Ahh, there's a squid on my head'. And then the squid got water on the lamp and it shorted out. So then Mr. Spielberg was all like, "Stupid unreliable lamp'. In the dark, of course." Beck threw back his head and laughed.
"Cat, you are truly wonderful. You know that, don't you?"
