Stay Young Forever

Chapter 7

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I spent the next morning thinking about that one question.

Did I change, or did I grow up?

I sighed angrily while I fed Penelope. "Penelope, isn't this why I got into accounting? To escape all these hard questions?" Penelope answered with a high-pitched meow, and I giggled while stroking her fur.

I didn't know who to talk to about this. I had no last hopes. So maybe that's why I called him.

Or maybe because I knew his answer was the one I wanted to hear.

Nah, it has to be the first one. Has to be.

"Hello?" Beck answered. I took a deep breath, reminding myself I could do this.

"Do you think I'm grown up?" I asked, maybe a little too quickly. There was a pause, but it wasn't too long.

"What do you mean?"

"When you think of someone as grown up, what do you imagine?"

"Someone in a fancy suit that talks like they're the queen." He said bitterly.

"Oh come on, you know that's not true."

"Why are you asking me this?"

I leaned against the cupboard, still on the floor with Penelope. I stoked her fur with my thumb, trying to find the right words to say.

"Do..Do you think I changed? Or did I just grow up?"

"I think, that you made a big mistake."

"That doesn't answer the question." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Doesn't it?" He asked quickly, and his voice sounded harsh.

"What do you mean?"

"Cat, I don't know what happened to you that day, but I'm not dumb. I realize that whatever happened to you that day has scarred you, and made you who you are today. I think that you haven't changed, or grown up. I think your just hiding."

"..Hiding?" I asked, not really getting what he was saying.

"You didn't grow up, Cat. Your still the old you, I can tell. Your still Cat. Not Caterina. Cat. And you haven't changed either. Your still you. Your just you with a disguise." His tone was harsh as he said this quickly.

Your just you with a disguise. Your just you with a disguise.

Those words echoed in my head until I felt dizzy. I stopped stroking Penelope, my mind busy staring at the ground.

"..Can you meet me somewhere?"

"Of course. Yea, where?" He asked, maybe a little too eager. I didn't mind though.

"Meet me at the Starbucks close to my apartment."

"Wait, wh-"

I didn't let him finish before I hung up. I didn't want to regret any of this. I realized that what he said was right, maybe I was just hiding from my fears. And it may of taken everything in my entire body to do it, but I eventually got ready and headed for the cafe.

When I got there Beck was standing inside, clearly confused. I walked straight up to him, not wanting to pause for anything.

"Hey." He said when he saw me.

I just nodded slightly, looking at his shirt. I couldn't seem to meet his eyes.

"What's up?"

I took a deep breath, knowing that if I had seen myself 5 weeks earlier, I wouldn't have believed it. And yet, here I go. I'm actually saying it. The words I thought I'd never have to say ever again.

"Is it too late?" I asked, looking him straight in the eye. "Is it too late, to become the old me again?"

I saw his face become confused for just a split second. But then he was smiling like a little boy who had his first piece of candy, as he swept me up in his arms and spun me around, just like that last day of High School.

"It's never too late." He said, still beaming. I smiled a little.

I guess I was hiding. And I guess I just needed someone to find me.

We decided to make it a quest of some sorts. A mission. We were going to remake all the things I've missed since I've 'hidden'. Apparently, I've missed a lot.


"A frat party?"

"Yes. It's a party in college, thrown by a male social club. Hint, the word fraternity, or 'frat'."

"I know what a frat party is." I exclaimed while rolling my eyes. "My question is, why are you mentioning it?"

"Good, your aware of them then." He said while taking a sip of his coffee.

"I'm not 5. I did go to college you know.."

"Yes, yes, I'm aware of that. Thing is, have you even been to one?"

"Of course not!" I said, repulsed by the fact that he would even think of the question. "Those parties are for getting drunk and getting laid, that's it. Like I'd ever go to a place like that. Just what do you take me for?"

"Gee, I don't know, you sure do seem like the type who would get drunk and wake up with a random dude in the morning.." He said sarcastically, looking out the window. I glared at him from the rim of my coffee cup.

"Right. Anyways, is there a point to this?"

"Yes." He said, still looking out that window. "If were going to complete this mission, we have to do it right. You said that you started acting this way since you started college, right?"

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, unable to believe I told him these things. "Something like that."

"So, we have to capture every single moment you have missed since you started college. Hint, frat party."

My cheeks turned from red to pale in an instant. "Oh, no no no. We are not going to some club."

He just shrugged and tossed me one of those playful smiles that I've learned to despise so much.

"Relax. Were not going to a club. However, we are going to be doing something a little similar.


"How is this similar?" I asked, holding out my arms. I was wearing one of Beck's long sleeved shirts, and the sleeves were way too long. Then I had on a pair of his spongebob pajamas, that collapsed at the floor in a heap. Again, way too long. We were in his hotel room, and he was busy unrolling sleeping bags and the foldable couch.

"And why didn't you tell me to go home so I could get my stuff?"

He looked up at me for the first time since I had gotten changed, and he just smiled before looking down at the floor again.

"Because that doesn't make it fun. A sleepover is all about having fun. And I knew that if I told you to get your stuff, you would pack everything in your apartment. For 'emergencies'."

I blushed, since I knew that was exactly what I would do. "Well you could of at least let me get some clothes."

He laughed, shrugging. "That's not fun either. Besides, you look cuter in my clothes."

"Oh yea? What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, crossing my arms. Was he insulting me?

"Nothing, nothing."

"Are you suggesting that I look better in clothes that are way too big for me?" I asked, walking closer to him.

"Psh, not at all.." He remarked sarcastically. I gasped, then started to smile.

"Your just jealous that I look better in your clothes than you do." I said, placing my hands on my hips and looking up at him. He finally looked into my eyes, and he was smiling.

"You caught me." He said, and for a moment I caught my breath. But before I knew it the moment was gone, and he was back to getting everything set up.

"So," I started, wanting to get this conversation back to where it started. "Again, how is this similar to a frat party?"

"Well, you said it yourself. At frat parties you get drunk and get laid. So, a sleepover. When getting laid, you normally spend the night right? And we'll drink root beer to pretend were getting drunk. It's just to make you feel like your at a party, without actually going to one."

I stared at him for a little bit, mesmerized by what he said. Did he really do all this just so I could relive my college life? "You've put a lot of thought into this."

"Not really." He said, shrugging, and I knew that he had. I decided to let it go though.

"So," He begun once he finally finished. I gasped in awe. He had built an entire fort made out of blankets and pillows, and it was just like that one my dad would make me. "Let's get this party started." He said.