Hi guys! My mouse doesn't want to work, my step dad is being mean and took away my phone, so that means I can't type or anything really until I get a tablet for my birthday in two weeks. I hate not being able to update. I'm really sad right now for a lot of reasons.

Have you guys read Didegestend Angel/Lisa's profile update?! I read it Tuesday night and I started crying. I really hope it isn't true.

Well, I hope you guys like this chapter. Thank you to Guest, KenzieMac, CourtsxBatFan, and ChocoMintandRock for reviewing and all of you who have read this. On to the story! c:

Tempted To Fall

Cat's POV

I blinked with the sun shining brightly in my eyes. It hurt and I noticed I wasn't in my room anymore.

Oh, right. I forgot about the whole-living-in-a-tower-thing.

I notice that my chin is lying on Beck's shoulder and that his back is faced at me. I smile and rise from the dark blue bed wrapping my hot pink blanket around me. Ooh pink and blue, pink and blue, pink and blue. Pretty color combo! I peer down at Beck and he looks so... peaceful and content. Not like he did when I first saw him.

Stone hard glare, frown, and dark brown eyes. Chills go down my back. There's just something about him. Good and bad. I just can't explain it. The way he told me sorry in the car.

What is he sorry for? That some psycho is after me and he had to take me away from my friends, and school to protect me? I would say family, but I really don't have one. I don't know, but I feel like he's sorry for something else. They always said I was the most observant. No, it has to be the first choice.

I tiptoe out of the large bedroom not wanting to wake him up. I have a surprise for him because I will make this boy smile! I creep down the stairs and enter the kitchen with the blanket still around me. I think I forgot Mr. Longneck in Beck's room.

I run my hands over the stainless steel sink. Wow, my dad really fixed this place up. When he first bought it, and I was 4, it was just a simple boring tower. I open a cabinet and see plates and bowls. Ugh, where are the pots and pans? There are so many cabinets and cupboards that I'm not sure if I'll find them. This kitchen is just so big. After searching through many cupboards I finally find them under the sink with cleaning appliances.

There are just so many pots and pans. I find a pan that I like, turn the stove on and set the pan on it, pour vegetable oil in it and look inside the pantry. Wow, there's a lot of food. I stare into space for a while and just stand there... thinking. I can't believe that my father did all of this just to protect me. Imagine what else lies in this tower. It's like he wants me to have the best time of my life. I thought he was embarrassed of me and that he hates it when I'm happy. It doesn't make any sense. Oh well! I better make the best of it. I look into the pantry again trying to find pancakes because who doesn't like pancakes? I gasp.

There's a red velvet pancake mix! I take that out and pour it into a mixing bowl. I open the large fridge and this is so crazy! My father would never fill up the kitchen full of delicious food or even try to make me happy. He doesn't care about me! So why is he doing this? I push that question in the back of my mind because all that matters is me cooking this breakfast for Beck and I. I take out eggs, bacon, and anything else that I'll need.

When I'm almost finished cooking, I hear footsteps creaking on the stairs. "Cat? You're not in my room or yours! Where are you?" Beck calls out.

"In the kitchen making some foood!" I giggle and quickly put one of those big chef hat I found underneath the sink. I grab a handful of flour and flick it onto my face. I cough loudly and wave off the cloud of flour in the air. I grab the two platefuls of food and take it to the large dining room table. I set a plate in front of him and another one across from him. I grab a strand of my red hair and put it on my upper lip so it looks like a mustache. "Ta da! Breakfast is served!" I announce in a funny accent. I giggle and sit across him taking the silly hat off. He doesn't smile. Awwie. I frown and take a bite out of the red velvet pancake. It's so warm and delicious!

"Cat... I'm not really hungry..." Beck trails off and then his stomach growls. I give him a look.

"Beck, eat." He rolls his eyes at me. Geez, what's his problem?

"Fine, but only because I don't want this tasty looking food to go to waste." I smile at him and then he looks down at his food. Weird. All I'm trying to do is be friendly and he acts cold to me. He might as well be friendly since we're going to be living here for at least a year. "Oh, you have a little something, um, all over your face." He motions to the white flour all over my face and I giggle again.

I grab and napkin and wipe my face. "I do, don't I?" I look over to him and he just looks back down to his full plate and finally eats.

"This is really good." He says not making eye contact with me. I smile even though I feel like crying. Once we're finished eating I go to grab his plate, but he shakes his head and takes mine. "I'll wash them. It's the least I can do since you cooked."

"Thank you, Becky!" I kiss his cheek and he quickly backs away to the kitchen. I might as well take a shower.

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I have been following Beck all day. I think he's starting to get annoyed. I'm tell him random stories or do random things that would make people either smile or look at me strangely. I'm just trying to make him smile or laugh or have some kind of reaction that's happy. But I always get nothing. This place is huge, though. There are so many cool rooms and places; it's just, wow. "Psst." I whisper leaning against a wall trying to get Beck's attention. He turns around and glares at me. I feel my stomach drop. I have a bad feeling about this.

"What is it now?" His jaw clenches. This isn't going to end good is it? I fake laugh and pretend to be happy even though I'm scared.

"Look, I'm super secret Agent Valentine. Boom Boom boom!" I hold my hands up and pretend I'm shooting a gun. "It's not real." I tell him pointing at my "gun".

"Cool." He sarcastically remarks and then continue his journey up the stairs. I skip up to him.

"Hey! You want to hear a joke?" I giggle again. I really want to see him genuinely smile. He stops in his tracks, groans, and faces me with that stone cold glare. I inwardly shiver, but keep a grin on my face. I have been told that I'm an amazing actress, you know? "So a kangaroo hops into a store looking for some oranges. He can't find any so he hops to a clerk and asks the lady there 'Where are the oranges?' She laughs and then says," I pause and then speak in a really high pitched voice like how a guy would do when he's imitated a girl. "'Aisle 53' The kangaroo goes into aisle the aisle and 53 and guess what? There are no oranges!" I laugh uncontrollably. Yeah, I know. Stupid joke, but that's kind of the point. I hear Beck clear his throat and I look up at him. He looks really, really mad and my stomach drops.

"Cat! I don't want to hear any of your stupid jokes! Any stupid make believe stories of your brother! And I certainly do not care of your random antics! All I'm trying to do is check this place out and you keep BUGGING ME! So why don't you do me a favor and LEAVE ME ALONE!" Beck roared in my face. My lip quivers and I want to yell so many things at him back, but I don't want him to hate me. It just reminds me so much of how my father yells at me and now I'm really scared of Beck. If he can yell at someone who he barely knows like that, then who knows what he's capable of. A choked sob escapes my throat and I run past him up the spiral stairs. "Cat! Wait! I didn't mean to hurt you!" He yells after me. I shake my head and tears start to splutter out. I cover my face with my hands and continue running all the way up the stairs. I don't know where I'm going or how long this stairwell is, but I keep running. After a while, I crash into a door.

Desperate, I open it and it takes me outside on a balcony. I look over the edge just to see how far up I am. Wow… that's a long fall.

I sit down close by the door and hug my knees to my chest and just cry. I thought Beck and I were here, so he could save me, protect me. Not remind me of my home life. I was trying so hard, just to make him laugh or smile, but now he hates me.

Just like my own father does.

I let out a shaky sigh and lie down on my back. I stare up at the puffy clouds and just clear my mind. I can't think or else I'll cry. I don't want to cry anymore. Each time I do my heart cracks just a little more and it hurts. A lot.

I must've dozed off because the next thing I know, the door bursts open and a panting Beck comes in with a distraught look on his face. The sun is starting to set, too. "Cat… there you… are. I was… looking everywhere for you." I whimper and scoot into the corner of the balcony away from him. He gives me a look of sympathy and kneels down to me. I squeeze my eyes shut and hug my knees even tighter. "Oh, Cat. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say all of those things. You were just being annoying." He chuckles, but then a look of apology is back on his face. "I mean, I didn't mind that you were following me and at first it was pretty cute. Then you were just trying so hard and I don't like that. Please forgive me." He looks so sincere and broken. I really want to forgive him for some reason, plus I can never hold a grudge. Especially someone that I barely know.

"It's okay. It just really hurt me when you said those things about my brother. He isn't just some stupid make believe story." I tell him sternly. He nods and then puts his hand on my knee.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I shake my head and he nods again. "You know you can trust me, right?"

"You trust me, I trust you?" I ask him. He can't really expect me to trust him if he doesn't even trust me. He freezes, and nods hesitantly. I don't think he's sure, so I hold out my pinkie. "Pinkie promise?" He hooks his pinkie with mine.

"Promise. We don't have to start trusting each other right away, right?" I shake my head no giggling.

"Of course not! We barely even met yesterday!" He lets out a sigh of relief. I wonder why. Then it hits me that he chuckled. "So, you think I'm cute?" I ask him with our pinkies still intertwined. He chuckles and gives me a sincere smile. Yes! I made him smile!

"Yeah."

"Aha!" I shout and point a finger at him. He makes an o shape with his lips and acts like he's done something wrong. "I made you smile!"

"Yeah, yeah, you did." I smile at him. Hopefully things will get better from here.

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