I looked at my can of bloody Bibble and tried some more, but I was disgusted. It tasted horrible.

"Trina..." I said.

"What," Trina grumbled.

"Can we just drive to the nearest trash can?" I pleaded.

"There's a trash can over there. And a hospital. Besides, why do you need a trash can?"

"I got my Bibble all bloody," I explained.

"WHAT?" Trina yelled. She got out of the car and ran into the hospital.

"Well, I guess I'm throwing this away myself," I said as I opened the trunk, picked up my disgusting can of Bibble while closing my eyes and dropped it in the trash. Some of it dripped beyond the trash can, but I didn't care to pick it up. I went back to the car and started driving straight forward. Then, I saw the apartment building that Robbie was staying at. It looked horrible, but I'm probably more horrible than that, considering that he chose this horrible apartment building over me.

I approached the entrance, and then glanced at the list of doorbells. I rang the doorbell that read Shapiro, and surprisingly, the door buzzed and I was able to open it. I rushed inside.

A janitor was throwing away some icky stuff from his dust pan, looking as disgusted as I probably looked when I had to look at my bloody Bibble. Then, he looked over at me, and he screamed.

"What happened to you at Disney World?" The janitor asked, trembling.

I didn't go to Disney World, but I'd understand why someone would think that. I mean, I look kind of like a Disney character...

"Um, I tripped over a can of red paint while we were rehearsing for our show," I lied.

"Hope you get a good wash tonight," the janitor replied.

"Yeah," I said, looking at the piece of paper with Robbie's apartment address. It was on the very top floor, the seventh floor. So when I walked into the elevator, I pressed the button that read seven, and up I went.

Suddenly, the power went out, and I felt lightning strike beneath me. I screamed as I fidgeted in a corner and the elevator slightly went up and down ten times.

My heart was beating five times as fast as usual, and when I tried to recall why this was happening, I couldn't remember anything. Not even my name.

A waterfall of tears fell from my eyes, and that's when my memory came back, and I realized that all I needed to do was stop the elevator, get out, and try another one. So I got out of my little corner, but that's when I fell and felt a fast, zippy feeling in my head for a second. I got struck by lightning! And now, I don't remember what I was about to do or what led me to where I was, and once again, I didn't know what my name was...but I knew that I had to do something, and I knew that I went to Hollywood Arts, a weird brother, and some amazing talent...

I SANG THE LOUDEST AND HIGHEST PITCHES ON EARTH.

Then, I heard a familiar voice say "What's going on? Is that...Cat? Valentine?"

But I didn't know who it was, nor who Cat Valentine was, so I thought that it was all my imagination, and I went back inside my corner.

BOOM! I saw a larger space as the elevator kept going up and down.

"Cat, if it's you, come out quick."

I came out anyway, even though I didn't know if I was Cat. I just knew that if I came out, I would be led to safety.

I ran out of the elevator, and although I could barely see anything, I could still see that there was a huge crowd of people yelling "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," I replied. "But who am I?"

Someone took my hand and hugged me tightly.

"You are Cat," he said.

"Who are you?" I said, panting as a piece of my memory came back. "Are you...Robbie?"

"Yes," he answered. "And I love you."

"But...look at me. Don't you think that I look...ridiculous? I was dreaming about RED VELVET CUPCAKES. Not you. And then I got my feet covered in them. I mean, why should you deserve such a weird girl? And then I got my whole face and hair covered in blood. I know that you can't see it, but the janitor did, and he screamed."

"Cat, you're not weird for dreaming about your favorite food and getting covered in it for real," Robbie said. "You're unique. And that makes you beautiful."

What he said was true, and they sounded like he really meant them.

"I love you, too," I said. And we held hands and ran out of the apartment. Robbie drove home the whole long way, which he told me he never did before. And I'm prepared for the adventures that we'll be living tomorrow. I'll be writing about that in my next entry. Even better? Trina is still in that hospital, and she'll never be able to come back.