How Robbie Knew That Cat Kept Candy in Her Bra
Chapter Four: The Birthweek Song

Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious, nor do I own any song used in this chapter

Cat and Robbie walked through the Hollywood Arts hallways, not knowing exactly what to say to each other. Both of them had been a bit confused on the subject of what to think of the other ever since their kiss in the Asphalt Café the week before. Cat knew that Robbie had a crush on her, but then again, Robbie would go after practically anything that moved. On the other hand, Robbie knew that Cat had felt sparks when they kissed; it was evident in the way she had looked at him afterwards. She was playing it off like the contact was no big deal, but they both knew that feelings other than friendship had started to brew between them.

"What's the matter, cupcake?" Rex asked sarcastically. "Are you still at a loss for words after your little smooch session with lover boy?"

Cat rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically, glancing over at Robbie and not at the creepy-looking puppet in his hands. "If this is your way of asking me what I really thought about our kiss, it's not going to work," she informed him matter-of-factly. "I'm not talking to Rex about that kind of stuff."

Robbie sighed and lowered Rex down. "Fine," he said in surrender, stopping in the middle of the hallway and turning toward Cat. School had yet to start and there was barely anyone in the wing of the school that they were currently in, luckily for the pair. "What did you really think of our kiss? Be honest."

"Honestly?" Cat questioned, raising an eyebrow and grinning. "I thought that it was great."

Robbie smiled back at her, his eyes glowing with delight. "Really?" he asked, running a hand through his unruly hair. He'd never expected in a million years that a girl as pretty and sweet as Cat would think of him in a romantic way. "Wow, that's…" Robbie trailed off, lost for words. "Awesome. That's awesome."

Cat continued grinning at the boy and shrugged her shoulders, not knowing what else she should say.

"So…" Robbie began again, putting a protesting Rex inside the biggest pocket of his backpack. "Will you go out on a date with me?" he asked, somewhat nervously. Cat looked taken aback, but to Robbie's relief, not disgusted like Trina had been.

"Sure," Cat agreed slowly, studying her hands. "But on one condition."

Robbie nodded a bit too quickly. "Sure, anything," he agreed. What could Cat possibly want? Robbie pondered the question for a moment, as Cat thought about what she was about to say. The redhead definitely wasn't an unreasonable girl, or a gold digger like those nasty Northridge girls that Rex liked. So what did she want? Robbie was hoping that she would ask for another kiss, but that wasn't even close to what the tiny teenager was about to request.

"You can't tell anyone," Cat stated, still looking at her slim fingers and not daring to meet Robbie's eyes.

Robbie gasped quietly, stunned and somewhat hurt by her words. "Why not?" he inquired at once, although not sure if he really wanted to hear her answer. Cat was probably just afraid to be seen around him. Every other girl was. What had he been thinking, assuming that a girl like Cat would ever fall for an awkward boy such as himself? Robbie wasn't good enough for her, and he knew it. But the fact that she knew it too was enough to kill him.

"Because if it doesn't work out like we want it to," Cat began to explain, almost as if she were telling herself as well as Robbie. "Then we won't have a reason to act awkward around each other. If no one knows that this is going on, no one can tease us and try to find out what we do when they aren't around. There's no one to get in the way of our personal business." Cat took a breath, smiling at how good that sounded. "Besides, this isn't too serious. If it gets to be serious, we can tell them. And if it doesn't, then they'll never know."

Robbie was silent a moment, noticing that other students had started to arrive at the school. "Alright," he agreed. "That's actually a really good idea."

Cat bounced her head up and down, obviously proud of herself. "So you won't tell anyone?" she interrogated again, a serious look on her pretty face. Robbie nodded silently. "Pinkie promise?" Cat proposed, holding up her littlest finger.

Robbie grinned. That was the Cat he knew. "Pinkie promise," he agreed, intertwining their fingers. "Now come on, let's go get some breakfast."

That day at school was spent listening to boring lectures about stage safety, drinking weird tasting iced coffee from Jet Brew, and helping Tori find a birthweek present for Trina. Tori hadn't liked any of her friends' suggestions, and was probably at home looking up flashy, sequin-encrusted things for her older sister at this very moment. Cat recalled a conversation they had had at lunch while she sat on her bed, waiting for Robbie to text her.

"Ugh, it's my grandmother again," Robbie had complained as he picked up his red phone.

Rex snorted and had said something along the lines of, "Who else would call you?" Cat could never understand why Robbie used Rex to insult himself, and she had a feeling that she would never find out exactly why he did it.

"Hi Mamaw," Robbie greeted the elderly woman he was on the phone with. "Another computer problem?" he groaned, causing Cat to giggle. "No, no Mamaw, I was not being sarcastic," Robbie went on. "Mamaw! Don't… what? No, Mamaw don't hang up on me!" the boy stuttered. He sighed in defeat as he hung up the phone, shaking his head.

"What's your grandma buggin' about?" Andre had asked. Robbie explained to him the situation; his grandmother had bought a new computer and didn't know how to use it, so she called Robbie whenever she encountered a problem, hoping he could help her. Cat thought that his problem sounded sort of sweet, but Robbie disagreed. He asked Andre and Cat if either of them would like to come with him to his Mamaw's house, and Cat eagerly volunteered.

"Sure! I love old people," Cat exclaimed, a wide smile spreading across her face. "It's so cute how they shake when they pour their juice." The table stopped talking and everyone shot her a questioning glance.

Tori started laughing and grinned at Cat. "You know what that makes me think of?" the pretty brunette asked her unsuspecting magenta-haired friend.

"What?" asked Cat hopefully, glad that somebody finally related to one of her tales.

"Nothing!" Tori yelled out loudly, making Cat flinch and frown sadly. Tori continued to complain about her problems and Cat tuned out of the conversation, not really caring about what was wrong with her life. Tori always treated her horribly and then asked her for help. It was annoying, but Cat was always quick to forgive. It hurt her feelings though, how Tori never seemed to take Cat's emotions into account when she said something mean to her.

A ping sounded from Cat's pink PearPhone, bringing her back to reality. It was a text from Robbie. The text read, 'Im in ur driveway, r u ready 2 go?' Cat sent him a quick text and ran into the bathroom, making sure her hair and make-up looked perfect before she grabbed her purse and called down to her mom in the kitchen. "Bye! I'm leaving!"

Cat walked down her driveway and hopped into Robbie's car. "Hey," she greeted him shyly, messing with her hair a bit. She wore a dark red, deep purple, and cream colored dress, and her bright hair was pinned up and out of her face. Robbie thought that she looked gorgeous. The car ride there was without much conversation, but Robbie turned on some music to break the silence. He was listening to some folk-y radio station, but Cat quickly put in her favorite Lady Gaga CD that she happened to have in her purse. Her favorite song on the album, Eh, Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say), blasted through the speakers and Cat started to sing along. "This is one of my favorites!" she squeaked happily, throwing her hands up over her head and dancing adorably.

Boy, we've had a real good time
and I wish you the best on your way, eh, eh
I didn't mean to hurt you
I never thought we'd fall out of place
Eh, eh

Cat sang along to the music and Robbie grinned, watching her from out of the corner of his eye. Lucky for him, the drive would be about fifteen minutes, so he had a good amount of time to keep his eyes on her. Cat seemed not to notice that Robbie was paying even the least bit of attention to her, and if she did, the girl definitely didn't seem to mind.

I have something that I love long, long
But my friends keep a-telling me that something's wrong
Then I met someone
and eh, there's nothing else I can say
Eh, eh

After a car ride full of singing and dancing (which Robbie finally gave in to and started singing along as well), the two arrived at Robbie's grandmother's house. They got out of the car and walked up to her apartment, but Robbie stopped them at her front door, explaining to Cat that his grandma wasn't the stereo-typical nice old lady that she was expecting her to be. The pair bickered a bit, but they finally rang the doorbell and went inside. Cat walked in without suspicion, but Robbie was stopped at the door.

"She's your girlfriend?" his Mamaw asked, smiling. Robbie took a second to think about his answer, and ultimately replied 'no', remembering his and Cat's agreement. Besides, they weren't really boyfriend and girlfriend anyway. Were they? "Good," Mamaw said, pointing at him accusingly with her index finger. "You could do better."

Robbie just shook his head, thinking, No, I definitely couldn't.

The night went on with a ton of screaming, confusion, and a sad Cat suffering insult after insult from Robbie's Mamaw. She was glad when they were finally on their way home, and away from that horrible woman. "That was terrible," Cat declared, resting her elbows on the dashboard of Robbie's car as they sat in her driveway. "Never take me to see your Mamaw ever again."

"Oh, Cat," he started, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her in for a hug. "Don't take what she says personally. She's just really critical, that's all," Robbie explained, brushing Cat's hair out of her eyes. He loved her hair. "And forget what Mamaw said about your hair, I think it's beautiful," he continued, staring into her huge brown eyes.

"Really?" Cat asked, the start of a smile appearing on her lips. Robbie answered the question with a gentle kiss on her forehead.

The next day after school, Robbie texted Cat just as she was getting finished with her homework for that night. 'U up 4 some baby golf?' the text read. Cat sent him a 'yesss!' and closed her Theatre History textbook, quickly running into the bathroom to get herself all dolled up again. This time it was a real date, and not just a field trip to some mean old lady's house. To say that Cat was excited would have been an understatement.

She grabbed one of her own mini golf clubs and ran out the door when she heard Robbie honk, calling out that she was leaving, but not waiting to get a response. They drove over to where Robbie said that the course was, but it looked strangely similar to the route they had taken the night before to get to Mamaw's house.

Cat stood up out of the car and scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion. Robbie led her into the apartment building and they were at his grandmother's door in a matter of minutes. "You said you were taking me to play baby golf," Cat whined in a disappointed tone. She had already told Robbie she didn't want to come back here, so why had he brought her?

"We'll only be here a half hour," Robbie reassured her, ringing the doorbell.

"But your grandmother hates me!"

Robbie sighed and faced Cat. "She doesn't hate you!" he lied, making Cat cross her arms and shake her head.

Mamaw opened the door and smiled when she saw Robbie, but frowned when she noticed Cat standing behind him. "Why'd you bring that one?" she complained, squinting at the redhead. Cat attempted to leave, but realizing she had no means of getting home without Robbie, she let the boy convince her to stay. Upon walking in, Cat spotted a girl with curly brown hair sitting on a chair in the corner of the living room. It didn't take long to discover that Mamaw was trying to set Robbie up with another girl – while he was on a date with Cat! Although, no one knew they were on a date except for Robbie and Cat themselves.

Later in the evening, Mamaw was really bagging on Cat. "A girl doesn't dye her hair that color unless she has psychological problems," the old lady proclaimed dryly.

"My hair color has nothing to do with my psychological problems!" Cat screamed, shaking her head angrily. The two women started yelling at each other for the umpteenth time that night, and finally Robbie couldn't take anymore. He cut some of the wires to his grandma's computer and managed to convince her that the Internet had been cancelled. Inwardly, Robbie snorted. As if.

As soon as they had the chance, Cat reached for her purse and Robbie grabbed her hand, leading her out the door and hopefully out of the way of Mamaw's wrath forever. "Sorry you had to listen to that," he apologized as they sprinted down the stairs. "Please tell me that there's some way I can make it up to you."

Cat smiled and giggled. "As long as we can still go play baby golf."

A/N: Oh my gosh. I can't get over their adorableness. IT'S A CABBIE WONDERLAND!

Ahem. Well anyway, I'm going to be out of town for a couple of days, so I hope this chapter tides you over until I get back! I'm hoping for a good number of reviews while I'm gone, and thanks so much for the lovely ones you guys left on the last chapter!

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