All night, Cat laid on her bed, staring at her ceiling. It was painted over pink, but in a lot of bleak spots you could see the original black colored ceiling, shine through. When she first got this room she had tried her best to paint over it with the bright, joyful color, but the black muck was relentless.

She thought about the whole night. She played it over and over in her mind, desperately trying to find a loop hole out of this hurtful situation. All she could remember was Beck's look of surprise and desire when Tori placed her selfish little lips upon his. Then she noticed an unwanted thought that was sitting in the back of her mind.

If it wasn't "Beck and Jade" it would be "Beck and Tori." No one else. It was just like that. Even the thought of "Beck and Cat" rang strange and could shake the entire universe if it ever did happen.

Cat's feeling for Beck is her pink painted over black ceiling. No matter how many times she tried to sugar coat the truth, she always ended up with the same black, mucky answer.

Beck didn't like her.

Or so she thought.

Beck spent the entire night, pacing throughout his entire RV, cursing at himself for being so stupid. He was feeling so conflicted. One minute he's thinking he enjoyed the make out session he had with Tori after the movie, the next he's regretting that he let her kiss him in the first place. Besides it was way to soon for him to be thinking about anything. He just broke it off with Jade. He didn't need another girlfriend.

So why did he say yes to Tori?

Strangely, he did think of Cat when he agreed to go on the date.

Cat. Cat Valentine.

His thoughts flooded with all the small things he did to unintentionally and mentally torment her. Like in eight grade when he first asked Jade out and spent three hours talking to Cat about how great his new girlfriend was. Or in third grade when Cat got punched in the nose for taking a bite of someone's cookie, he just stood there, doing nothing. In sixth grade when he didn't vote for her for president even though he promised he would, but later forgot.

And now, he probably had emotionally scarred her for making out with her best friend. He was aware of Cat's feelings, so why was he so unsympathetic with them? The worst part of it was, he never apologized. He felt mean, horrible, and restless for at least four hours until he absolutely could not handle it anymore. He shoved open the door of his RV, and walked briskly down the street.

When he got to Cat's house, he thanked the Lord that the lights were still on. He slid the window open, and slipped in, taking a look around her room. Everything had meaning and so much color you could almost feel the magic circulating the wonderful room. It was exactly the same as it was in preschool. Cat was asleep, laying the opposite direction on her bed. He took a seat on one of her orange fluffy bean bags and studied her, thinking of why he was here and why this struck him as creepy. He got up, ran the back of his hand across her butterfly cheek and walked around her room. Then something caught his eye. A sequined blue and green-buttoned picture frame that held a photo of them as kids. Beck's six year old face was turned to the side, not really paying any attention. Cat's eyes were focused on the camera, smiling up a storm. She had the same light in her eyes now as she did when she was little.

Cat made a little whimpered noise and switched to her side to sleep, which gave Beck a mini heart attack. It also made him realize how late it was and how he couldn't be loitering in a girl's room, especially when his girlfriend would.. Oh yeah, right. He broke up with Jade.

It was a strange feeling, because he's used to directing everything accordingly to Jade when they dated. He used to have a Jade-filled schedule, so if anything contradicted, it was immediately eliminated.

He was so busy in thought he completely disregarded the tired Cat that got up for a glass of water, no noticing him yet. When he snapped out of it, he mouthed a couple of curse words, paced back and forth, looking for a place to hide.

When he had ten failed attempts, Cat came back in her room, place the cup of water on her desk, and lazily fall back in bed. Since she was obviously not aware of Beck yet, he walked calmly to the side of her bed, and helped her tuck herself in. She snuggled the fluffy light pink pillow as she whispered a, "Goodnight."

He lightly kissed her forehead, quietly telling her goodnight as well. He slipped off in the night again, shoving his cold, shaky hands in his pockets. He observed the visible breath of air he exhaled and figured he better get home before he freezes to death.

Simple chapter, just explaining some szthiiiiings