Quick note: I APOLOGIZE FOR THE DELAY! LOVE YOU!
Disclaimer: See, if I did own Victorious, I would green light a finale episode about Tori and Cat revealing their true feelings for one another, they kiss, and a new series revolving around the both of them shall be made. But since I don't own anything, this will have to do.
Tori's POV
After that near fiasco with Cat's dad, I managed to calm Cat down. We were at the side of the entrance of the store, sitting on a bench, but we left almost immediately knowing that Cat's dad could exit the store at any moment. I couldn't afford a confrontation just yet. Not until Cat is ready.
We're now on our way to the cemetery to visit her mom. This time, Cat's the driver and I'm sitting on the passenger's seat. It's a silent ride but I'd rather have it that way than any other. Although, I do kind of miss the old Cat, the one where she rambles randomly about anything and everything that pops into her mind. After her mom's death, Cat acted more 'normally' and less bubbly and eccentric. Even during the Hollywood Arts New Year's Bash, Cat wasn't her random self as much, except for that time where she hugged me in that parking lot after we arrived. Of course, that is because her own mom decided to end it all and that had to affect Cat tremendously. I know, I've seen it first-hand. This isn't something that ice cream could fix, and trust me, ice cream for Cat is the ultimate pain reliever.
Would you look at that, time goes by and we arrive at the cemetery sooner than expected.
"Oh crap, we forgot something." I blurt out after realizing what we had forgotten.
"What is it, Tor?" She looks at me after parking the car.
"A lighter!"
"A lighter?" Her tone obviously sounds confused. "Why would we need a lighter? Please don't tell me you smoke, Tori."
"What?! No! First of all, I am not a smoker. I would like to live my life cancer-free, thank you very much. And second, the reason we need a lighter, well, how are we supposed to light your candle without a lighter?"
"Oh, I see your point. Wait, I think I have a matchbox in the glove compartment. Could you check?" She requests.
"Already on it." I open the compartment, shuffling though various papers and CDs until I find that small box. "Got it. Problem solved." I say, waving the matchbox in the air.
"Yay!" Cat raises her fist in the air in triumph. I give her a high five, Cat giggling lightly. She stares at me and I see myself doing the same into her eyes, her coffee-hued eyes...
I kiss her passionately, my hand cupping her cheek, and her hand entangling itself within my hair. Who would have thought that a single matchbox would lead to a make out session? Our tongues play with each other, eliciting soft moans from both of us. She pulls out of the kiss hesitantly, and for good reason. I was ready to go all out...
Wait, what? Tell me I wasn't about to do that. At a graveyard parking lot of all places! Plus, I don't think she would want that... yet. Mrs. Valentine's death is still pretty recent, and she's in mourning. Having s-... err, 'making love' would kinda ruin the idea of mourning.
We get out of her car, and I take her hand as we walk through the graveyard. We reach her mother's tombstone, Cat turning somber. She sits down cross-legged next to the gravestone, the scented candle on her hand. I follow her lead and sit right next to her. I take out from my pocket the matchbox I found in the car's glove compartment. I pull out a match and quickly ignite it. I hover the small flame above the candle, lighting it, and the strong scent of vanilla immediately fills the air. She sets the candle down onto the ground.
"Hi mom." Cat speaks up, her voice soft. "How's heaven? Have you seen the angels? Or maybe even Him? You know, I bet it is much better there than over here in Earth." She says solemnly.
When she said that, I got worried. I mean, if she said that it's much better up there than here, then it sounds like she's trying to...
"Cat?" My voice trembles with worry.
"Oh! No, no Tori. I never meant it like that. I'm not going to... I love it here on Earth. After all, you're here." Her cheeks blush, eyes staring into mine.
That hit a soft spot in my heart in more ways than one. "I love you, Cat." I mutter out.
"I... I know. I know you do, Tori." Cat mumbles. "Oh, by the way mom, I have some news. I'm dating Tori over here. We've been friends for a long time now, and I sort had this crush on her for a while now... Oops." She clasps her hands over her mouth as she let that slip. "I guess you know now."
"I've had the same feeling about you for quite some time too."
"I guess we really are meant for each other."
"Hold on now. We've literally just started dating today. Let's see if any feelings change after a few weeks because you'll never know what could happen. But to be honest, I really want us to last forever as cheesy that sounds."
"Me too."
I kiss her hand, her face obviously reddening more than before. I give her a sweet peck on the lips before she turns away.
"Tori! Not in front of my mom, or above her." She gasps.
I roll my eyes at her statement. We stay at the cemetery for 30 minutes, Cat laying down on my the ground with my leg supporting her head, telling me (and maybe her mom as well) about how her brother got sent to the mental ward for the third time in the last few months. Let me tell you, it is a long, bizarre story that need not be repeated. We decided to leave the candle where it is, the (still!) strong Vanilla scent lingering in the air. Cat drove us back to my house, aimlessly babbling about anything like the old Cat, that is until she saw a Freezy Queen on the way. She stops the car as she saw the shop, pointing at it.
"Tori, look! Freezy Queen! Can we please go?" She asks innocently, with her trademark pout on her face. This is definitely the old Cat making an appearance. And how the hell am I supposed to say no to that pout. I reply with a yes and I'm pretty sure she just squealed like a little girl. She parks the car and hurriedly opens the car door and begins to sprint into the ice cream parlor. Well, that escalated quickly. I go inside the small ice cream parlor, and surpisingly, the place is pretty empty except for a couple sharing a bowl of sundae.
"Ooh Tori, can we share a sundae, too?" Her eyes widen as she begs. She's tugging on my arms like a little child.
"Sure." I reply and she squeaks in excitement, again.
I ask her to wait at a booth while I order the ice cream. I head to the counter and told the cashier our order, a large bowl of vanilla ice cream sundae with chocolate chips and sprinkles, lathered with strawberry syrup. Since the store was practically empty, the dessert was ready in a minute or so. And as I head to the booth where Cat was bouncing with glee, I find that the store now is actually empty. The couple who was before us apparently had left, leaving me and Cat as the only customers in this Freezy Queen. When she saw the glass bowl filled with ice cream, I almost swore I saw her eyes glaze and her mouth water.
"Jeez Cat, you look like you hadn't eaten for days." I comment as I sit down in the booth, facing each other.
"Sorry, I just hadn't had any ice cream since who knows when. And you know about me, I love ice cream more than my red hair." Yes, that is true. I once asked her, would she rather lose her red hair or stop eating ice cream. She would give up her red hair if it means eating all the ice cream in the world. The girl loves her ice cream.
Speaking of which, I never really noticed it until now. Cat never ate or asked for any ice cream ever since Christmas Eve. I know it may not be much of a big deal, but I'm just curious, is all. I was about to ask that question when I suddenly notice that Cat is quickly chomping down on the frozen dessert.
"Hey, leave some for me!" I playfully slap her hand. Cat's already half way done and I haven't even taken a bite yet.
"Here, open your mouth." She offers a spoonful of ice cream to me. Since we were the only customers here, I decided to play along and open my mouth. She spoonfeeds me the dessert, which is actually pretty delicious. She chuckles heartily, and I'm sure I'm gonna strain my face from smiling too hard.
We take turns feeding each other and after five minutes, we're completely full and satisfied. We leave the shop, Cat more energetic than usual. It's probably the sugar rush after eating three-fourths of the sundae. I only ate a few spoons because I'm not a big fan of ice cream ever since that Ke$ha contest way back where we had to eat dozens of ice cream pints. I think I've grown allergic to ice cream after that contest. We took our leave and we drove back to my house.
"So, how are we supposed to tell my parents?" I ask on our drive to my place.
"About us, you mean?" Cat questions back.
"Actually, no. I don't think I'm ready for that just yet. I'm afraid what they might think." My parents expect me to be the perfect daughter they could ever have, and since Trina's out of the picture, I'm the only chance they have. That means, they want me to finish high school, maybe college, get a good paying job, but most importantly, they want me to have a family, with a husband and kids. And if I'm with Cat now, they'll probably lose all hope on having the perfect daughter. I'll just give it some time, then, I'll tell them.
"I'm talking about your mom's death because if you can remember, I told my parents that your mom and dad left you at home while they were in Paris." I say, looking at her face, or well at least the side of it.
"Oh, well, you can always tell them straight to the point. Or if you want, I could be the one to give them the news." Cat quickly glances at me and smiles, before focusing her eyes back on the road.
"I think that would be for the best. I'll just have to take the blame for lying to them."
"No Tor, I'll take care of that. I'm just gonna say that I told you to cover up for me. I don't think they're gonna get mad at me for that." She reassures me.
"Fine." I sigh. "But are you ok with not telling them about us?"
"Totally, I can wait for as long as you want. When you're ready, then I'm ready.
We arrive at my house soon after, and I'm surprised at what I saw at the driveway. Our car.
"Whoa, they're here already. I thought they weren't coming back until tomorrow." I'm starting to get nervous, and for what? They might have some sort of psychic powers that can check who am I in a relationship with. And if they see I'm with Cat, they might freak. Jeez, what am I even thinking? Sometimes, I think of the weirdest thoughts.
"Relax Tori, I'm gonna be the one to tell them, kay?" She reaches out to my arm, gently caressing it.
Cat parked the car behind our car. We got out of the vehicle, Cat giving me a quick peck on the cheek just before I opened the front door to our house.
"Tori!" My parents simultaneously greet me.
"Mom! Dad!" I gave my mom first a hug, followed by my dad. "Happy New Year! Sorry I wasn't able to call you guys earlier. I was busy hanging out with Cat."
"It's okay baby. That's why we came home early so that we can still celebrate New Years as a family. Hey Cat. Happy New Year to you." My mom greets Cat.
"Thanks Mrs. Vega. Same to you." Cat replies.
"So what brings you here Cat? Are your parents still in Paris?" My dad inquires. I can see Cat starting to feel uneasy. She takes a deep breath before speaking.
"Um yeah, about that, I have a confession to make…"
She directs all of us to sit at the couch. I sit right next to her just in case she gets emotional, while my parents sit at the other side. Cat tells the whole story to my parents, from her mom's depression to her death and funeral. Of course, she left out the part about us dating but that will be a story for another day. Both of my parents looked melancholy after the story.
"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry that happened. Come here." My mom stands up and pulls Cat in for a hug.
"And you knew about this, Tori?" My dad asks me.
"Tori did know, Mr. Vega. But I told her not to tell you guys yet, because during that time, I wasn't ready. Please don't get mad at her." Cat pulls out of my mom's hug and interrupts as I was about to answer my dad's question.
"No worries Cat." My mom tells her. "We're not mad at Tori. We understand your reasons, right David?" My dad nods in agreement. "Anyway, wherever your mom is right now, she loves you a lot and she doesn't want to see you as depressed as she was." Cat nods meekly.
"If you ever need a place to stay, you are free to stay here for as long as you want." Dad suggests.
"Oh no, I couldn't. I might be a burden to you." Cat trying to refuse.
"Nonsense. You won't be a burden to us, Cat. Treat us as your second family." Mom insists.
"T-thank you." Cat mutters. "Um, is it okay if I stay here today?"
"Like there's even a need to ask. I already said you are welcome to stay for as long as you want." Dad reiterates.
"Thank you very much. I don't know how I'll ever repay you guys." Cat says.
"Well, you could always make my bed everyday." I suggest joking, but my parents seem to argue. Cat's laughing though, so I'm good.
"Tori!" My mom gasps, eyebrows raised.
"I'm kidding, mom. Come on, Cat. You can stay in my room." I stand up as I lead her to my bedroom.
"I'll call you girls when dinner is ready." I hear as we climb up the stairs. As I'm about to head into my room, I hear the door near me open. I turn around to find my sister, all dressed up.
"Oh hey sister!" Trina screams at my face, literally.
"Ugh, hey Trina." I groan.
"You sound angry."
"Well, considering you just yelled in front of my face, I'm doing okay actually."
"Why do have Cat with you?" She asks with a quizzical look.
"She's staying for the night."
"Hi Trina!" Cat greets my sister with enthusiasm.
"I'm sorry." Trina suddenly becomes solemn.
"What?" Me and Cat simultaneously say. "Why are you sorry? You barely even have a heart." I ask, earning a small snicker from Cat.
"Ignoring that hurtful statement, I'm talking about Cat's mom. It's all over The Slap. The whole school trended '#PrayForCat'. I was confused at first, like, I thought Cat was injured or maybe even dead. I checked what the trend was about. Then, I saw people commenting about your mom committing suicide. And that's how I knew."
The Slap, huh. Now that I think about it, I never checked The Slap for the past week. Neither does Cat, I assume.
"Well, anyway. I'm sorry for your loss, Cat. And Tori, tell mom I'm staying over at a friend's house. Thanks." And that was the last thing she said before going down the stairs.
"You tell her! She's downstairs!" I yell at her, only to be replied by a sound of a door slamming.
"Maybe, your mom went to the bathroom and Trina somehow knew?" Cat hypothesizes.
"I don't know. Forget it. I'll tell my mom later at dinner." I shrug as I open my bedroom door. We enter my room and as I closed the door, my lips met with the softest lips know to mankind. Our lips part with a soft smack.
"What was that?" I mutter. That simple kiss took my breath away.
"A little thank you. And I might just hit you up on that offer." She winks suggestively.
"What offer?" I ask confusedly.
"Me making your bed, silly." She playfully punches my arm, her mouth beaming widely.
"But I was kidding, Cat." I reason with her, my hands on her shoulders.
"Well, someone's gotta do it after this."
And she pushes me down the bed, straddling my waist. She leans down closer, eyes fluttering and her soft lips meet mine once more. My hands entangle in her ruby hair, deepening the kiss. She licks my lips, and I gladly oblige, opening my mouth and meeting her tongue with mine. I decide to turn things around. Literally. I flip her over, me being on top now. Now her hands are all over my hair and mine are caressing the smooth plane of her stomach. This crazy, all of a sudden, yet extremely passionate make out session goes on for who knows how long, and back and forth too, her on top, and then me on top. We reluctantly pull apart when we heard my mom yell 'Dinner's ready!' from the bottom of the stairs.
"Jeez, we just started dating and we're already making out like a couple that went steady." I comment, still panting heavily.
"I know. I've waited a long time for this, Tori Vega." She says, biting her lip.
"How many times have we kissed today?" I ask curiously.
"Should there be a limit on how many times we should kiss per day and how long each lasts?" Cat suggests.
"No, no, no. I'm okay with the kisses. I'm just, um… since we just started going out and all, you know… uh, shoot I don't know how to say this."
"People that just started dating don't usually kiss on the first day?"
"Uh… yeah." I mutter, looking away. I know, it's a stupid thing to think about.
"Well, this is different. I like you for a long time now, and you like me for a long time now. And if you remember, Tori, we kissed before we started. You know, the rooftop kiss. After that kiss, then we decided to try this out. That kiss was the start of us."
"I guess you're right. I was being stupid with what I was thinking."
"Don't down yourself Tori." She kisses me for like the millionth time today, and we don't stop until my mom called for us again.
"Dinner's going to get cold, girls!" We hear my mom shout from downstairs.
Both of us are out of breath, and deliriously happy. We both get up from my bed, having one last kiss before we go down to eat some food. Wow, she was right. The bed does need fixing.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'M SOOOO SOOOORRRRYYYY!
Did it really take me two months to finish this chapter? Nope, I just started this chapter last week. I was completely busy with school. This is why you don't go to college, kids. Get a job! Or whatever you like. Another reason that I didn't start immediately was the LACK OF REVIEWS. It hurts me, it depresses me, knowing that the review count doesn't go higher.
Anyways, when can you expect the next chapter? Let's see, if the review count goes to 30 (I dare you), I'll post the next chapter next week, or as soon as possible. If not, maybe the week after. I'm just human! I'm not a computer!
Please review to make me happy. It gives me butterflies in my stomach. If not, it gives me the rash.
By the way, I'm sooooo soorrrryyy.
Oh, and if you see any spelling errors or grammar errors, feel free to correct me. I will correct it ASAP.
Love you!
UPDATE: I know I said when the story reaches 30 reviews then I'll post the next chapter. I'm sorry to tell you that it might take a while. But when I do post the next chapter, expect a lot of tension, drama, and fluff. I'm going for broke in this next chapter and go for 10K words. I'll try tho. :)