Chapter Three
Oh, how Cat wished Jade wouldn't leave. She had been so excited for her best friend to get a role in an actual movie; she even accompanied Jade to the audition. And she was still proud of her even as they stood in the airport with tear-filled eyes. "Won't you stay?" Cat begged weakly.
"Cat," Jade sighed, grabbing her purse from Beck. "I can't." The older girl searched her mind for something to say when Cat began to sob quietly. "I-it's only for a couple months."
"Six!" Cat cried. "You're gonna be gone for six months!" The redhead was taken into Jade's arms and squeezed tightly.
"It's gonna be okay, Cat," the Goth soothed. Beck reached out to rub Cat's shoulder, looking back at the rest of the gang sitting in the leather chairs a good distance behind them. Jade had already said her goodbyes to them.
"Come on, Red," the Canadian coaxed. "Jade's gotta catch her flight now." Cat listened to his words and sobbed louder into Jade's shoulder.
"Cat, please," Jade said softly, rubbing Cat's back. The redhead finally backed up, letting go of her friend altogether.
"Fine."
"I'll call you every week," Jade assured. "Every day, even."
"Kay, kay," the small girl whispered sullenly. She received one last hug from Jade and so did Beck. And then the soon-to-be-famous girl was on her way towards security, leaving them behind to watch, Cat to cry.
And despite her meltdown, Cat wasn't really fazed by her friend's departure. After all, leaving was just something Cat had always experienced, and she was quite familiar with it.