"What are you doing here?" Frank asked, swinging a laundry bag onto the floor.
"Doing Cat and mine's laundry. It's not like I have anything else to do. Or a girlfriend to be with." Robbie shot Frank a glare over the washing machines.
"It was your fault. You yelled at her and made her cry."
"Cat cries all the time! And I've yelled at her before. Normally I apologize a little while later and all is forgiven. But you guys just had to convince her that I'm a horrible person." Robbie crossed his arms and leaned against the vibrating machine.
"None of that makes it alright." Frank angrily started shoving clothes into the washing machine.
"But, I flew all this way because I couldn't just stand there and watch the best thing that ever happened to me walk out of my life. I love her. And you can't take that away from me. I will always love her."
"What do I have to do with this other than looking out for Catarina?"
"Ok, first off, it's not Catarina. Only her parents or I have ever called her that. Her name is Cat, every one calls her that, that's who she is. Catarina is so proper and poised and high society. Cat is fun, and playful, and, and a free spirit. She's not Catarina to anyone, unless she's done something wrong. And she's MY Cat. Your the one who is all over her, even when I'm right there! The least you could do is back off. That's what any decent guy would do." Robbie explained angrily.
"I'm passionate, I can't help that." Frank defended.
"Yes, you can. You can stop saying how beautiful and delightful she is, and just leave that kind of thing to me." Robbie glared over at Frank, who putting his hands on his hips.
"I'm not going to do that, I like Catarina a lot. And I call her Catarina because it's more beautiful a name than Cat."
"Cat's cute though. And you know what, Cat loves me because I know her. You don't know her. Any part of her." Robbie blushed furiously.
"And like you do?" Frank asked.
"Cat and I dated before, and were dating again, so yes I know her. I know all of her cute little quirks, I know that she always makes red velvet cupcakes on saturdays because she likes to give them out to people and make them smile, and I know she loves me." Robbie felt like his head was going to explode.
"I know that she thinks I'm fancy and handsom." Frank said.
"Did you write her a song? No, I don't think so." Robbie smiled triumphiantly.
"Why would you write her a song? Why not just a poem about how her beautiful hair catches the light, or how he giggle sounds like an angel?" Frank asked.
"Because I'm normal?!" Robbie thought for a moment. "Well, as normal as I can get when I'm in love with Cat Valentine." Robbie shrugged.
"I bet it was just some stupid song about how well you fit together and not about her."
"It was about us. She's my other half. She's my best friend. She's my, everything. I love her more than anything."
"Well, I bet she's doubting that now."
"I know she is. But all that matters is that she knows how sorry I am and how much I love her." Robbie sighed, feeling like he wanted to cry. Hey, he was more sensitive than most guys. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat.
"After you yelled at her, she doesn't think you love her that much."
That was the last heart string. Robbie felt hot tears roll down his eyes.
"Are you crying?"
"Yes, alright? I'm sensitive and Cat doesn't care. She's actually told me that she likes that I'm sensitive." Robbie said angrily. Frank had nothing to say after that. The two men avoided eachother while continuing their laundry in scilence. Lucky for Robbie, there wasn't that much, so he was done very quickly. He gathered the clean clothes and head back to Cat's apartment.
He was carrying the bag back and kicking the door closed when his phone started to vibrate.
"Robbie." He said when he answered it.
"Robbie, Hi." Cat's voice sounded on the other line.
"Cat, you have no idea how good it is to hear your voice." Robbie sighed with relief and he dropped the clothes onto the couch.
"I miss you. I know I shouldn't have left with Lola. I'm on my way home. I'm so sorry if you thought Frank and I were flirting. I promise I love you and no one else." He could hear Cat crying on the other side of the call.
"I miss you too. And I love you too. I'll see you soon the door is open." Robbie smiled.
"Alright. Bye." Cat hung up and Robbie started folding the clean clothes. He had just finished when Cat walked in through the door.
"Cat." He sighed happily and ran over to her. He embraced her tightly.
"I'm sorry." She whispered.
"You don't have to be sorry for anything Kitty Cat. As long as your here now." Robbie cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.
"But, I got so mad and I didn't know why."
"Cat, come sit down over here with me." Robbie put the clean clothes on the coffee table and at down with Cat beside him. "I love you. It doesn't matter if we fight, I still love you. Were going to fight, were going to be mad at eachother, sometime for no reason at all, but we love eachother, that's all that matters." Robbie said, feeling wise.
"I love you too Robbie." Cat smiled softly and kissed him.
"So, are you too tired for, ehem, uhh," Robbie couldn't bring himself to say it. He had never been so foreward with Cat before. And before this relationship they had only ever had sex one more time before that in the dugout by the baseball fields hiding from the rain.
"For?" Cat asked.
"For, um, what we did last night?" Robbie bit his bottom lip out of nervousness.
"Oh, what we did last night was fun, let's do it again." Cat hopped up, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"Ok, I'll go put on some music, you go put on something pretty." Robbie stood up, lacing his fingers with hers and pushing and pulling their hands around.
"Is this outfit not pretty?" Cat looked down at her fuzzy pink sweater and blue jeans.
"Of course it is." Robbie said quickly. "But I was talking about, maybe that silky little nightgown?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, Ok." Cat giggled. She danced to the bedroom to get changed. Robbie rushed in after her, and while she was in the bathroom getting changed, he plugged Cat's pear pod into the doc. He flipped through the play lists until he got to love songs. Billy Joel's song 'Only The Good Die Young' came on. Not exactly the love making song Robbie was thinking of, but this was as good a song as any. He layed down on the bed, resting on his back with his head hanging over the side watching the bathroom door. Cat emerged in her light pink silk nightgown that was long enough to cover everything, but still short enough to keep things interesting.
"Whoa." He mumbled. He hadn't seen that dress since the first time he and Cat had done laundry together. He had never actually seen her wear it, either. He did remember folding her delicates, though.
"What's this?" Robbie asked, holding up a hot pink thong.
"Hey, give me that." Cat reached for it. Robbie laughed and flung it at her like a rubber band. Cat huffed and shoved it into the basket of clothes she was folding.
"Whoa. This is a pretty little number." Robbie said as he held up the silky, light pink nighty.
"Alright, switch me baskets." Cat balled up the dress in her hands and shoved it back into the basket. Robbie picked up the thong again.
"Hey, put that down." Cat tried to reach for the undergarments, but Robbie held them over his head, too high for her to reach.
This memory prompted a question from Robbie.
"Hey, Kitty Cat?" Robbie asked as Cat crawled onto the bed beside him. He was now sitting up, leaning against the pillows.
"Yeah?" Cat sat back on her feet with her knees curled underneith her.
"Are you wearing that hot pink thong, by any chance?" Robbie prompted.
"Actually," Cat leaned foreward to kiss Robbie, "I'm not wearing anything under this." She whispered.
"Oh, ho ho." Robbie laughed a deep, amused laugh. He put his hands on Cat's hips and rolled her over him while she squealed with glee.