A/N Ack, apparently Cat is opposed to the dirty? I've seen all the eps so far, I guess. So let's pretend my canon does... not include her aversion to language. Had some writing blockage for the past few days. Hope this is all right.

Jade's POV

Three weeks, four days after I got together with Cat

I was wearing a dress. It's been a while since I went all out on dressing up. It usually takes me a little while to do my hair, make-up, and wardrobe, but this ensemble took some heavy thinking. I could barely believe that I put such care in my attire. My eyeliner less haphazardly-applied than usual, my hair is in this weird style called a pony pull-through, and did I mention that I was wearing a little black dress?

Ridiculous: that was definitely the word of the day. I could not stop thinking about that word as I picked up first Tori, and then Beck. They each eyed me strangely before getting in the car. It must be the make-up. Dammit, I just wanted to go home and get out of this ridiculous get-up.

I could barely look at Cat when she hopped (literally) into shotgun. I pretty much allowed myself a glance in her direction to make sure her seatbelt was buckled before zooming off in the direction of the restaurant. I actually had no idea what the place we were going to was like. Tori sent me directions earlier, and I memorized them.

We arrived there and evacuated the vehicle. No really, there was a terrifying moth in the car that had Cat screaming bloody murder. Tori joined in because Cat was screaming. Beck immediately followed me out of the car. Our dates apparently thought this a wonderful idea, but the screaming only stopped after a minute or so.

It was with an already shot sense of patience that I noticed that I stuck out. In a bad way.

Beck was in a casual button-down with slightly rumpled jeans. Tori wore close-fitting designer jeans and a sequin-accented top. Cat had on a brightly tye-dyed tunic and leggings. I definitely was the odd (wo)man out in a dress. Apparently, Cat had noticed last.

"You look pretty, Jade. But why are you wearing a dress?" Her eyebrows furrowed as she surveyed my outfit.

"I was in the mood," I replied defensively. Beck and Tori sniggered once, but stopped after I shot them a glare.

"Oh. Okay." Cat accepted, skipping off to the restaurant.

Oh, did I look out of place. We were at a goddamn sports bar without the alcohol. I wanted to burn the dress and just go home, but not necessarily in that order.

Since Cat's mind-frame had already been set on clothes, she blabbered to me about the belt she was wearing. Apparently, it was a really long necklace. The store had not had any good gold belts, so she had (in her words) ingeniously grabbed a necklace in the exact color she was looking for and put it on. It was actually pretty creative of her to think of that, but I did not want to think about clothes.

We were seated at this horrible little table in the corner. And just my luck, I got the corner seat. The walls were not insulated well, so my bare legs were freezing within minutes. Cat noticed my teeth were chattering at some point and urged me to sit closer to her. With a great deal of awkward shifting, we ended up with our seats pushed together and her hand on my lower thigh. The warmth of her hand in contrast to the chill was almost worth the cold.

We ordered, and I ended up getting in- a lapse of good judgment- fish and chips. Now, I love fish and chips, but I have this horrible aversion to tartar sauce. I simply can not stand the smell of that stuff. And I always forget to ask them not to include that damn sauce. It was halfway through the date when I realize my horrible mistake. The idiotic waiter was deliberately ignoring my signals, so I was not in an amazing mood.

And then Beck noticed that Andre and Robbie were at a nearby table, so he called them over. They sidled over and Tori was bouncing up and down in her seat gleefully. I glared at her from across the table, but she didn't notice.

"I'm so glad you guys got together like I said! Why don't we make it that triple date I was talking about?"

Even Cat was bewildered by the suggestion. "Tori, can't friends just go out to eat greasy food that probably has been deep-fried and/or reheated together?"

Tori, Beck, Andre, and Robbie all cringed in unison. The idea did not exactly bother me much, since I already knew of it. Cat was just nice and blunt. In terms of personality, that's probably the only place where we overlap.

"No," Robbie said sharply. "I, um, oh, we're just having a single, ya know, dude's night out. It's fun. Very fun. Aren't you having fun, Andre?"

Andre shrugged. "We just got here five minutes ago."

"Yeah, see? We're having fun!"

I sighed and contemplated sticking my face in the appetizer so I wouldn't have to see idiots everywhere.

Robbie sidled up to Cat, which immediately set my suspicions on. "So, Cat... Are you having a good time?"

"Yes! It's been lovely."

He shot me this glance that made my own icy blood chill. "And Jade's been treating you well?"

"Oh yes! She's so sweet!" She snuggled up to me and was positively beaming.

Sweet little me. I did not quite know what to make of Darth Robbie.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Okay. Andre, let's go," Robbie said to Andre, who had been having a gesture-heavy conversation with Beck, accompanied by a hysterically laughing Tori.

"What?"

"Yeah, the, you know, food's coming," Robbie said, looking awkward.

Andre scratched his head. "Say what? Dude, we just got here."

"The food is coming," Robbie said with conviction. Andre frowned and went back to his table.

"Well, that was weird," said Tori after they were gone.

I rolled my eyes. "You're telling me. I think somebody's got a crush."

Beck and Tori shared a glance and nodded. Cat didn't get it, of course. Clinging to my arm, she asked, "Who's got a crush? I hope it's not me."

"No, no. It's Robbie. On you," I said gently rubbing her back.

"Ick," she said, scrunching up her face. "Don't worry. I won't run away with him to the Grand Canyon and have babies with him by the most interesting rock formations."

I nodded. "That's all I ask, I suppose." She giggled and kissed me on the lips. I closed my eyes for a few moments and just felt her lips and tongue moving against mine.

Then the waiter apparently tapped Cat on the shoulder and she looked up. "S-sorry, Miss. Did you, uh, want french fries or on-onion rings with, ah, your burger?"

Cat looked thoughtful for a moment. "Surprise me." Cat then ignored him and decided that she was very interested in kissing my neck.

The guy stared at us for a moment before I shooed him away.

Everything went smoothly until Tori and I nearly-simultaneously declared we required the use of the bathroom facilities. Actually, we both just said something like, "Gotta go". I don't know why, but a lot of girls have this weird liking for going to bathrooms together. I'm not a people-person to begin with, but Tori was all excited for this sort of thing. And I really needed to go.

As we were fixing our cosmetics- well, I was throughly washing my hands- Tori suddenly said, "Is it wrong to want to wait to have... sex?"

"Nope," I said simply,

"Oh. Well Beck keeps pressuring me to, and he says you were all into it when you were together... Sorry, if this is uncomfortable."

"He said that we had sex?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Well, we didn't," I said, feeling really odd. "He was really cool about it when we were together."

Tori looked conflicted. "I don't... I don't know why he would have lied to me like that."

"Uh, let's see," I said sarcastically. "To get in your pants? Must be why he broke up with me."

Tori glared at me through the mirror. "Hey, you broke up with him!"

"He was flirting with you! Heavily!"

"And you and Cat- before breaking up with him!"

"You and Beck, before I broke up with him," I growled.

She took a deep breath. "Okay, okay. Jade, why are we fighting? We don't need to. You're happy with Cat and-"

"She wanted me to have sex with her. I think she's okay with it now," I said suddenly, still running my hands under the sink.

Frowning, Tori turned to the real not-mirror me. I returned her glance. "I'm going to ask him about this."

"I swear I'm telling the truth."

She nodded and turned towards the bathroom door. "I believe you."

The rest of the night was relatively uneventful, save for Cat repeatedly telling me I should wear dresses to school more often and maybe some less black. Ah ha. The farthest I'm going is a little burgundy. On occasion. She will not be getting me in anything vaguely cheerful in appearance.