Wow, it has been a while since I've updated, hasn't it? Sorry! I've just had a lot of stuff going on lately :P. I will definitely have more time to write in the summer though, so be patient my friends! If you're still out there, that is lol.

Alright, so here's how this chapter will work. Cat's horoscope reading, some tension at school, and then the one scene I've been talking about for a while now- yes, the really mature one lol. Fair warning- it will be very descriptive and graphic. Not because I'm a perve or anything, but because I really want to exemplify the intimacy between the two people and how much they trust each other. So if you don't like reading those kinds of things, skip through that whole section. But if you don't want to miss part of the storyline, you might want to read the whole thing. Just saying. So enjoy after a freaking long hiatus lol!

Cat's POV

Yippee, it's Monday! I finally get to go back to school! This weekend just seemed to last forever. My Nona was out of town almost the whole weekend, so I've been kind of lonely.

But my Nona has the cutest little puppy I've ever seen in my whole life, so being alone isn't complete torture. It's white and fluffy and he can fit into the palm of my hand! Wesley is only six months old, after all. I always have to be careful not to step on him though because he's so incredibly small. My brother stepped on my neighbor's dog once a couple of years ago. It started convulsing and bleeding all over the place.

God, I miss him.

My brother, I mean, not my neighbor's dog. That thing always tried to bite me. That gruesome picture of his death gives me nightmares all the time now.

See, that's something that people don't really know about me. My thoughts aren't always about rainbows and puppies and all that chizz. I'm not some small, fragile puppy that needs to be coddled all my life; I've been through some rough times, too.

Hehe, see how I compared myself to a puppy? I'm so clever!

I wish I was a puppy…

So I spent my time playing with Wessie and watching My Little Unicorn on the TV like I used to when I was little. Oh, and I helped Robbie babysit his little cousin Tracy. She's the cutest thing ever! And we both like playing the same games and everything!

And it was so nice of Robbie to watch that movie with me. I know he thinks the TwiHeart series is weird, so I was really surprised when he offered to watch it with me. I feel really stupid for crying in front of him though. He has seen me cry lots of times, but I should've been able to handle this myself. My dad told me to "grow a spine and get somewhere with my life" before he, my mom, and my brother came back.

I wish I knew what that meant.

I don't know what I would've done if Robbie didn't help me find my Nona. I might've stolen all of the Wahoo Fruit Punches out of the Hollywood Arts vending machines and hid out in the school's attic. He's such a good friend to me. I don't know what I'd do without him.

Speaking of Robbie… I can't get what Beck said to me out of my head.

Do I really give Robbie mixed signals?

And even more confuzzling… Could I ever see myself dating him? Do I even LIKE him that way?

The truth is… I don't know. Ever since he kissed me at the Cow-Wow, I've been trying to avoid thinking about that sort of stuff. I'm just acting like nothing happened and hopefully he'll forget about it.

Which is a jerky thing for me to do, I know. But with my family gone (for now, at least) and me being on my own for a while, I just don't think I can handle something like that right about now.

Plus his friendship means too much for me to be ruined by a silly little kiss.

And HE kissed ME and I was cowardly enough to run away from him, which just makes me even more conflicted. Did he just get stuck in the heat of the moment, or does he like me as more than a friend?

Stop it, Cat. You think too much about the silliest things. This is why people think you're dumb and stupid.

I climb out of bed and change into my pajelehoocho. Hehe, it's so comfy! And I look like a superhero! Robbie's wrong about these looking like lame superhero costumes. I feel on top of the world!

I walk out of my room and instantly gag because the whole upstairs smells like smoke as usual. Great. Nona forgot to throw out her cigar from last night again.

I carefully tiptoe to the bathroom so I wouldn't wake Nona or Wesley with my clunky shoes. After silently closing the door, I put on makeup and look at myself in the mirror. Ew. Definitely not my best hair day. I have bags under my eyes and no matter how hard I tried, my hair still looks like it has been stuck in an electrical socket. Plus my eyes are too small. And my dimple doesn't look quite right on me.

God, I'm such a mess. A bipolar, emotional, crazy mess.

Out of the corner of my eye I spot my Nona's cigar resting in her ashtray. Don't ask me why she keeps it in the bathroom; it's a mystery to me. The ashy end glows a reddish-grey and smoke is still being emitted from it. I touch the end of it gently and pull my finger away. It's still hot too. She must've gotten up in the middle of the night and smoke it.

I alternate glancing at my reflection in the mirror and the cigar. I gotta do something. I can't let myself go unpunished for looking so horrible and sleep-deprived.

And that's when the idea pops into my head and becomes too tempting to reject, even though I know it is a stupid thing to do. Another thing I can add to my "All The Stupid Things I've Done Over the Years" list.

Awesome.

As soon as I get to school, I head to my locker. My phone buzzes as soon as I reach up to unlock my locker door.

Sikowitz: Cat! You start the horoscope project today! Good luck and may coconuts bring joy to your life!

Cat: But I thought I did it yesterday?

Sikowitz: …No little redhead, remember? You switched days with Beck yesterday. Now today is your day to determine your future.

Cat: That's so much pressure…

Sikowitz: Ah, you get used to it. There's a lot of pressure in show biz, kid. You'll be fine :)

Cat: Hehe thanks Sikowitz!

I get the books I need for morning classes out of my locker and start to enter my information into the horoscope app on my PearPhone:

Full Name: Caterina Valentine

Birth Date: February 26, 1995

Birth Time: 8:07 AM. I don't know why I even bother remembering the exact time. Sometimes I just like remembering random facts that no one cares about.

Birth City: Unicornland

Birth State: Candy Land

Birth Country: Narnia

Seconds after I press the "Personalize my Horoscope!" button, my phone buzzes again

Sikowitz: Um, Cat… The app has no idea what those places are.

Cat: But that's where my brother told me I was born!

Sikowitz: *Sigh* …Just enter Los Angeles, California, United States , Cat.

Cat: Kk!

How can the app not know where those places are? Everyone does! It's practically universal. So I just enter what Sikowitz tells me to enter.

Yay! My horoscope is here! I can't wait to see what it says!

Opportunities Abound: Once that brilliant idea arrives, you won't be willing to sleep until it's at least in the production stages. Does that mean you're not willing to compromise, especially when it comes to your creative urges? Yep. But in the meantime, you'll win all arguments about this and any other subject.

Ooh, sounds interesting! Thank you stars, I'll keep that in mind!

Now excited for the school day, I get my books and skip over to the staircase- just in time to see Robbie coming out of the men's bathroom with the pajelehoocho in his hands while shaking his head. Oh no he didn't!

I'm not letting him chicken out this time.

"Robbie!" I call out to him accusingly.

He snaps his head up at the sound of my voice and his eyes widen. He tries to make a run for it, but I've already reached him and tackled him against the wall. "Why aren't you wearing your pajelehoocho?"

"I-I-I was going to, Cat," he stutters, refusing to make eye contact with me. "But it didn't fit."

"Liar! Now go put it on, Robbie." I point my finger back towards the men's room. "We made a deal and you know how Sikowitz hates us saying no to things."

He sighs in defeat and hangs his head. "Fine."

I wait for him outside the men's room until he's done changing. Finally, he emerges with the pajelehoocho on and his old clothes in his bag. I smile victoriously at him. "Don't you feel like a superhero now?"

"Yeah, sure," he mutters. "Let's just get this over with."

We walk down the stairs, Robbie trailing behind me, when Sinjin suddenly comes cartwheeling in front of us. "Are those pajelehoochos?!" he cries out as he continues to flip out of sight.

"Yes!" I respond. Finally, someone appreciates my pajelehoochos!

"Yes," Robbie says meekly. I give him a look and drag him off to class.

Narrator's POV

Lunch that day was very odd. Beck and Jade were very quiet and somber sitting on opposite sides of the table. They refused to look at each other and picked at their food without eating it. Robbie and Cat sat next to each other in their pajelehoochos eating their lunches. Cat continued to chat about how awesome the pajelehoochos were while Robbie chimed in from time to time to keep Cat happy. Andre had an ice pack against his jaw, trying to keep the swelling from getting too bad. And Sinjin- well, he was just being Sinjin. He was watching the gang from afar with binoculars while hanging upside-down from the stairs.

Which is inhumanly impossible, so to speak, but Sinjin somehow defied gravity and made it work.

Tori was the only one in a happy (normal) mood today, contentedly chewing on her salad. "So guys…" she started off awkwardly, hoping to spark up a conversation. "How was your weekend?"

"Great!" Robbie exclaimed.

"Totally! We had tons of fun babysitting Tracy and eating red velvet cupcakes!" Cat agreed happily.

"Horrible," Andre groaned. "I feel like I've been hit by a bus."

He glared at Beck, who refused to look up from his burrito. "At least you don't have to wear male makeup," Beck retorted back, to which Jade smirked and Cat burst out laughing.

"See, I told you it works!" Robbie said triumphantly.

"Dude, that stuff is nasty! Where did you get it from, the 'loser department'?" Rex sneered from Robbie's lap.

"Rex! Stop being mean to him!" Cat protested.

"I just wish the bruise would go away," Andre groaned. "Getting punched in the face sucks."

"Well getting whacked in the shin and getting rejected isn't a walk in a park either," Beck snapped.

"You know what sucks the most?" Jade said loudly, standing up and shocking everyone. "Getting your feelings dragged around by two guys only for everything to come crashing down in the end!"

Oblivious to everything that was going on, Robbie and Cat looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. They didn't bother to join in on the shout-fest. They knew they would find out sooner or later.

Tori, on the other hand, knew what Beck and Andre were alluding to, but what Jade said sent her into a state of confusion. "What happened, Jade?"

"None of your damn business!" And with that she grabbed her backpack and stormed out of the Asphalt Café.

"Yeah, I'm outta here too," Beck said, doing the same thing with not as much intensity.

Knowing that something was up between the two of them, Tori and Andre glanced at each other. "You talk to Beck, I'll find Jade," Tori ordered.

"On it."

They got up and left the table as well, leaving a bewildered Robbie and a clueless Cat.

Robbie frowned. "Why does no one bother to tell me anything anymore?" he complained.

"Because you're a doofbag! Why else?"

Fed up with Rex, Cat grabbed him and stuffed him into Robbie's backpack. "Time-out for you, mister!" she shouted. She sat down, huffed, and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Robbie smiled gratefully at her. "Thanks Cat. He needs to be put in his place every once in a while."

Cat smiled back and patted his hand comfortingly. "You're welcome."

Tori found Jade in the janitor's room cutting up an old trashcan like she usually did when she was upset. "I'm surprised you didn't lock the door," Tori commented casually, sitting down next to her.

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Jade scowled some more and started moving her scissors faster.

"Mind if I ask what happened between you and Beck this weekend?"

"Didn't I say it was none of your business?" Jade snarled at the brunette.

"Yes, but you know me well enough by now that I'll still ask because I'm a concerned friend."

"You're not my friend and I'm not yours, ok? I thought I've made that perfectly clear by now."

"But I'm a nice person and I want to help," Tori said calmly, trying to not get frustrated with the girl that was cutting up a trashcan with scissors. If she got Jade mad while she had scissors in her hands, her life may be in grave danger. "Beck said you two hung out yesterday and had a nice time."

The scissors dropped to the floor as Jade relinquished them and put her head in her hands. "That's the problem, Tori. We had a great time. I felt like everything was right between us again like they were supposed to be."

"Then why are you so upset?"

Jade sighed and fought her tears back. "We were watching a movie and…he made a move on me."

"Oh my gosh Jade, that's awesome!"

"No, it's not!" Jade shouted and sprang to her feet. "That little bastard hurt me! He loved me and then he left me. And then he has the nerve to show up again, try to make amends with stupid churros and haunted houses and scary movies, and then tell me that he regrets dumping me. He almost kissed me too, but I pretty much told him to kiss my ass and stormed out of there."

Tori's mouth dropped open. "Oh… so I guess that's why he was so upset when I last talked to him," she said. "You pretty much told him to get out of your life."

Jade sniffed and wiped away unshed tears. "I did."

"I know I'm playing devil's advocate here, but if you wanted him out of your life so badly, then shouldn't you be happy?"

"No, because I still have to see his handsome, cocky little face everywhere I go and wonder what could've been!" Jade exclaimed, kicking a piece of trash can to the side in her frustration. "I still love him, Tori. I've always had. But I still have…" She struggled to get the words out of her mouth and gagged when she finally succeeded. "Trust issues. Ugh, it sounds like what I'd tell a therapist."

Tori stood up as Jade paced around the closet. "Given the way he treated me in the past, I can't trust him anymore. How do I know he's saying these things so I'll come running back to him and then he can dump me the next time I don't praise the grass beneath his feet? How do I know he won't flirt with other girls while I'm not around? I will not him hurt me again, Tori," she seethed, startling Tori by coming extremely close to her face. "I will not let him break me up and feed me to the wolves. Do you hear me?"

Tori nodded slightly. "I understand," she whispered, her mind wandering off to a different place for a split second.

"Good."

She backed away and exited out the door, leaving Tori in a state of complete shock in the janitor's closet.

Meanwhile, Andre found Beck sitting against his transparent locker in the hallway. "Hey."

Beck sighed. "Look dude, I'm not in the mood to fight right now-"

"I know. I came to apologize for what happened this weekend."

Beck gawked at Andre and stood up to meet him eye-to-eye. "Why? I should be the one apologizing. I got super jealous when I shouldn't have and I messed up your jaw."

Andre shrugged. "Eh, it'll heal. Shit happens. We all get jealous for no reason. I've gotten jealous over Tori's past boyfriends before even when I didn't have a crush on her."

"Wait, you have a crush on Tori? Since when?" Guess Jade was right after all, Beck thought to himself.

"Don't try and change the subject. Point is that we all do things we regret and we should make up for them as best we can, especially if the guilt is eating us up inside. The guilt started eating me up as soon as I fell for Jade. I knew she was dating you, bro, and I guess the fact that I couldn't have her made me even more wonky. But eventually I figured out that she wasn't the right one for me. Tori is. I've should've figured that out sooner than later and I'm really sorry that I didn't."

Beck stayed silent and listened as Andre finished his explanation. "I wrote that song for Jade to get my feelings out and to stop feeling wonky. As soon as I saw Jade's mean side again, I slapped myself in the head for letting that one moment we had brainwash me. I don't mean to be sappy, but it's easy to see that you two were meant for each other, and I feel really bad that I somehow played a part in separating you two from each other."

"You did cause conflict between us, Andre, but you didn't break us apart," Beck told him. He felt bad that Andre was taking all the blame for the mess he was in. "Most of this was my fault. I broke up with her in a way I shouldn't have. I was the one that hurt her, and now she can't trust me with her heart. I lost her, Andre. She's not coming back."

Andre exhaled and ran his fingers through his dreads. "My grandma used to tell me some words of wisdom every once in a while when I was little. You know, before she lost her mind. While watching romantic movies, she would tell me 'If you love someone, set her free; if she comes back, it was meant to be.'"

Beck's eyes widened as he figured out where he was going with this. "You have to let her go for now, Beck. Give her some space to figure things out, to sort out her feelings for you. Then sweep her off her feet by telling her how you feel. It takes time for heartbreak to heal. It took Tori months to get over Steven and that relationship only lasted a month. It's going to take Jade a lot longer to get over what you did to her."

"So what are you saying? That I have to wait until after we graduate to talk to her again?" Beck said with a pained expression.

"No. Give her a week at the least. Maybe even a month. I don't know. I'm sure you'll know when the time is right."

Beck closed his eyes and absorbed what Andre had just told him and he agreed. As much as he hated not talking to Jade every second of the day, it had to be done. "Okay. I'll do it. And thanks, Andre. Again, I'm really sorry about hitting you."

"Dude, it's fine. We're still buds, right?" Andre grinned and playfully punched his shoulder.

"Of course."

Andre left Beck at his locker and started to go back to lunch when he got a text from Tori: In janitor's closet. Just talked to Jade. Come ASAP.

Tori ran up to Andre as soon as she saw him heading towards the closet. "So what did you find out? Anything new?"

Andre snickered at Tori's eagerness. "Calm down girl, nothing huge. He thinks he ruined things with her. He knows what he did was wrong and he feels like there's nothing he can do about it. I told him to give her some space and let her figure out things on her own time."

"Yeah, that's probably for the best. Jade's pretty screwed up right now too. She still loves him, but she's emotionally fragile."

Andre snorted. "Jade emotionally fragile? You're kidding me, right?"

Tori slapped him hard on the arm. "Dude! Not funny! She hates looking weak but she's really broken inside. Beck was her whole world. She doesn't really have any family besides her dad, so she leaned on Beck a lot. She doesn't want Beck to hurt her again like her family already has."

"So what do we do now?" Andre played with his fingers aimlessly.

"Let them work it out themselves, I guess."

"Says the girl who's the guidance counselor of our whole group," Andre teased her.

"Hey! Don't make me hurt you again," Tori laughed.

They stood together in a comfortable silence. Well, maybe not so comfortable. The (sexual) tension between the two of them was so thick you could cut it with a knife. It was so obvious that they both liked each other, but they were so busy tending to other people's problems that they never got around to doing anything about it.

"You know what?" Tori said and giggled. "This would make for a great song."

Andre shook his head, failing to suppress a smile. "You're right; it would make a great song."

"We could write it tonight and become famous overnight!"

"Yeah! We'll be the next Taylor Swift… instead we'll be a duo instead of one person."

"But I don't want to be Taylor Swift!" Tori protested. "Her songs are so annoying and cliché."

"Finally! Someone who agrees with me!" Andre high-fived her. "Meet me at seven and we'll began writing?"

Tori's heart beat a little faster as she realized how close they were to each other. "Let's do this."

Since everyone else was busy after school today, Robbie and Cat decided to enjoy their pajelehoochos and walk around Los Angeles to enjoy the beautiful (but cold) day. Beck and Jade had gone home to spend time alone at their houses and Tori and Andre had once again decided to write a song together.

"You know what?" Robbie said as they walked along the sidewalk of one of the streets in Cat's old neighborhood. "I thought these pajelehoochos were stupid at first."

"Oh really? I didn't know," Cat said sarcastically, still peeved at him for hating them in the first place.

"But now I kind of like them."

Cat stopped walking. "You do?"

"Yeah, they're so comfy!" Robbie exclaimed, and Cat laughed hysterically as he wiggled his hips a little bit. "I feel free! Liberated!"

"I know, right?!"

Robbie jumped excitedly in front of her. "They're pajamas…"

"They're jeans…"

"They're leggings…"

"They're ponchos…"

"They're pajelehoochos!" they shouted together. Happy that Robbie finally liked their outfits, Cat jumped into his arms and he swung her around playfully.

They walked some more and were having a good time until they were approached by two tall, burly men. "Hey, are those pajelehoochos?" the one man asked them.

"Yeah, they are," Robbie said proudly.

"They're worth a lot of money where we're from," the other guy said. "Can we have them?"

"Sorry guys," Robbie spoke for both himself and Cat. "But all we have underneath is our underwear."

He shut up and squeaked as he found one of the guys aiming a gun at his head. "We don't care. We want them now," the first guy barked.

"Okay," Cat and Robbie said without hesitation.

Oh boy… Robbie thought. This is going to get awkward.

"I feel normal," they heard one of the guys say.

"I feel popular!" the other one exclaimed.

"Pajelehoochos!" they cried out triumphantly and walked away.

Robbie and Cat slowly peeked out their heads from their hiding spots behind the trash cans. "How are we going to get home?" Cat whimpered, still kind of scared from their encounter with the scary men.

"I don't know."

"We have to at least get to my parents' house from here. I still have clothes there. We can change and then go home."

"But we can't just walk six blocks in our underwear," Robbie argued with her.

"I know that!" Cat snapped at him.

Suddenly, Robbie noticed an empty trash can to his right. "Hey, how about we climb into one of these things and roll down the street to your house?"

Cat followed his gaze and nodded. "That could work, but we'll have to go fast so no one sees us."

"Okay. I'll lift you up first and then you can pull me in."

"Ready… GO!" Cat yelled quietly and they both sprang into action. Robbie dragged the trash can into the street and Cat followed him. Robbie tried not to stare as she put her foot into his hands and he stabilized her waist as he got a good view of her pink lacey underpants. As soon as she pulled herself into the trash can, Robbie gave them a running start and Cat helped him up as the trash can started to roll down the street.

"Oof!" Robbie tumbled into the trash can and Cat laughed at his klutziness. He repositioned himself so that Cat was sitting on his lap and he had his arm around her. It was the only way that they could both fit comfortably.

And Robbie didn't dislike the arrangement one bit.

Sooner or later, the trash can started to slow down a bit. "You sure we can get home like this?" Cat asked Robbie.

"Yep. From this point on, it's all downhill," Robbie pointed it out to her.

"But we aren't going very fast."

"…I know." Robbie bit his lip sheepishly.

Cat smiled cutely at him. "Maybe it'll go faster if we both shouted whee!"

Robbie chuckled and shook his head. Leave it to Cat to make the best of a sticky situation. "It's worth a shot."

And that's what they did until they arrived at Cat's house.

Note: The M-rated stuff will start soon. Just a heads' up

After an excruciating ten minutes of sitting and rolling, they finally got to Cat's parents' house. Robbie helped Cat get out of the trash can and they ran to the front door.

"Do you have a key?" Robbie asked.

"Yeah, there's one under the door mat," Cat said breathlessly. She fumbled with the lock for a second before the door clicked open. "It's open! Come on, let's go!" she urged him.

They ran inside the house up Cat's stairs and practically locked themselves in Cat's room, they were so filled with fear and adrenaline. "Phew! That was a close one! Great idea, Robbie!" Cat complimented him.

Robbie blushed. "Thanks. Who knows what we would've done without that piece of plastic?"

Cat giggled. "I'll get us some clothes to change into."

She started rummaging through her bedroom drawers, somehow not noticing Robbie staring at her in amazement. He had seen her in a bathing suit before, but never like this. Her red, lacy bra and pink underpants seemed to accentuate the curves of her body and her red hair like he had never seen before. Her stomach was flat and her legs looked thin but muscular at the same time. Her skin looked so enticing and smooth, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold himself back if he even touched her while she was like this.

She was breathtaking.

He was stunned until he noticed something on her shoulder right near the base of her neck that her clothes must had covered up before.

A cigar burn.

"Cat…" he said tentatively. "What's that on your neck?"

Cat stopped what she was going and her hand flew to her neck where she had crushed the hot cigar to her skin. "Oh… I was doing something and accidentally burned myself. No big deal."

However, Robbie wasn't buying it. He stepped closer to her and she shivered. "Did you do that to yourself?" he whispered, hoping that the answer would be no.

Cat's lip quivered and she bit it to hold back tears. "…Yes."

Robbie gasped. "Why would you do that to yourself, Cat? Why would you hurt yourself like that?"

"Because I hate myself sometimes, Robbie!" she shouted, catching him off-guard. "I don't like how I look, I don't like how I act, and people don't care about me! People think I'm stupid and no one gets me. So I punish myself every so often for not being more beautiful than and as smart as everyone else in the world is, and I can't feel good about myself unless I do so!"

She started sobbing uncontrollably. "It's bad, I know, but I have to do it. I need to be better than I am already and I get mad at myself for not being what people expect me to be."

Robbie gaped at her, not quite believing what he was hearing coming from her mouth. "Oh my god… Come here, Kitty."

He opened his arms out to her and she ran into him, hugging him tightly and crying into his chest. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know," he whispered in her ear.

"I'm all alone, Robbie!" she continued to cry. "I feel like no one cares about me anymore."

"Ssssh, Cat," Robbie soothed her. "Look at me."

Cat lifted her head reluctantly. "You're my best friend. Of course I care about you. You mean the world to me. And everyone else cares about you too. Do you think Tori, Andre, Beck, and Jade would still be friends with you if they didn't care about you?"

She shook her head noiselessly. "See? You still exist, Cat. We all love you and think the world of you. You do matter to us."

"But I don't feel special," she whimpered. "Everyone around me is always saying 'Oh, Tori is so gorgeous with her cheekbones!' and 'Oh, Jade is so bad-ass and sexy in all-black clothing!' No one says stuff like that to me. Therefore, I am not pretty."

Robbie was at a loss for words. Matter of fact, he couldn't put into words how incredibly beautiful and amazing she was to him. Being the socially-awkward guy he was, he decided not to put it into words. Even though he wasn't necessarily experienced (the only experience he really had was once being forced to watch an inappropriate video with his pervy cousin Tyson), he decided on another tactic. Her full, pink lips and slender waist was too much for him to bear. He couldn't take it anymore.

He had to show, not tell her, how he felt about her. And that is when he got his idea.

"What if I could make you feel special?" he asked her quietly.

"Huh?" Now Cat was curious. "What you mean?"

Robbie spun her around so that she was looking into her full-length mirror next to her drawers. "Promise me you trust me first."

Cat felt her heart beating out of her chest at the feel of his hands around her waist and his breath against her ear. "Of course I trust you, Robbie," she whispered.

Robbie took a deep breath, extremely nervous about what he was planning on doing, and positioned his fingertips in front of her face. He traced her eyebrows, her eye sockets, and her cheekbones in one delicate path with his index fingertips. "Robbie, what are you doing?" Cat giggled.

"Showing you how unique and amazing you are," he responded back.

He outlined the sides of her nose and traced the full, curvy patterns of her lips. "That tickles!" Cat laughed at one point, and Robbie couldn't help but laugh along with her.

His fingertips slid down the rest of her body, dancing across the rest of her features. He traced her arms, the palms of her hands, and her fingers. He grazed her sides and outlined her belly button, and she gasped as he finished by sliding his hands down her thighs and to her feet.

"Did that make you feel special?" he asked her, the hormones and blood pumping through his body at lightning speed.

Cat sighed happily. "It did… but you didn't get everywhere," she said innocently.

Robbie was stunned. "Wait…what?"

Cat gestured to the places he missed- the ones that were still covered. Robbie's eyes bulged and he gulped. "Are you sure you want me to, Cat? Those are…private, if you know what I mean." His face turned bright red.

Cat took a deep breath and let her nervous energy out. She turned around and looked him square in the eyes. "I trust you," she said in such a way that made Robbie almost melt.

She turned around again and waited for him to continue. He gave himself a minute to stop shaking and shake the jitters out and then got to work on getting the places he had purposefully avoided. He slowly traced the outline of her bra, silently noting that Cat's breathing had started to quicken. He cleared his mind again before slipping his hands under her bra and tracing the smooth skin on the tops of her breasts.

She gasped loudly and he stopped what he was doing. "No, keep going!" she ordered him. So he continued on. He circled her breasts a few times before twiddling with her nipples, squeezing them and pushing them with his hands.

A burst of euphoria went through Cat's body and she moaned quietly, turning Robbie on. He teased her breasts for a little while longer, cupping them in his hands, before moving his hands down to her hips. He outlined the tops and bottoms of her underwear, and Cat squirmed in anticipation. His hand hesitated at the top of her panties, almost chickening out. But before he could stop himself (because he was nervous), he wrapped his arm around Cat's waist, steadying her, as he dipped his hand underneath and started rubbing her entrance.

"Oh my god!" Cat groaned at his touch. Her innocent little self had no idea what was happening. Jade had given her a sex talk before just to annoy her, but she zoned out during it. At the moment she just loved the feeling and wanted more of it. "Please keep going, Robbie."

He suppressed a grunt and rubbed faster, and he could feel Cat's body leaning against him, slowly becoming limp with pleasure. He grabbed her waist tighter and kissed her neck, making her relax even more against his hands. When he felt her starting to get wet, he paused and pushed one finger inside of her, gently moving up and down as to not hurt her.

She cried out in surprise at the intrusion but didn't stop him as he pushed another finger inside of her and continued his motions. Her gasps became quicker and raspier as he incessantly hit her spot, and her head lolled against his shoulder. The prolonged skin-to-skin contact they had radiated through Robbie's body and made him want her more. He felt her insides tighten around his fingers and continue to moisten, and it turned him on so much that he didn't want to stop. When he finally forced himself to, he wiped his fingers against his boxers and waited for Cat's reaction.

"Are you okay, Cat?" he asked, concerned. He hoped he hadn't gone too far. What he didn't expect, surely, was Cat grabbing him and kissing him hungrily on the mouth.

"Please Robbie," she begged him. "Make me feel even more special. Please."

He barely got the word "okay" out of his mouth before she kissed him again, sending bolts of lightning down his body. He picked her up and carried her to her bed, sitting down and positioning her so that her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was steadying her with his hands. She entangled her hands in his curly hair and he ran his hands all across her lower body, across her stomach to the bottom of her spine. He slid his hand beneath her underwear once more and grabbed her rear, making her squeak and subconsciously push her hips into his, making him groan.

"God, I wish you could see how beautiful you are," he gasped against her lips before proceeding to press his lips against every feature he had once traced with his hands. He planted gentle kisses on her forehead, the tip of her nose, her cheeks, her chin, and one more time on her lips before moving from her face. He tilted his head to suck on one of her earlobes, which Cat really seemed to like. Gently tucking her long, red hair behind her dainty little ears, he brushed his lips against the side of her neck, biting and sucking on her pulse points to really make her go nuts. However, he made sure that he didn't do it too hard as to leave a hickey. This encounter would be his and Cat's little secret.

After kissing her up and down her arms (to which Cat giggled madly because she was very ticklish in those places), Robbie thumbed her burn gently, causing Cat to wince in pain. His heart broke at the mere thought of Cat purposefully hurting herself. To think that the girl he loved so much would ever do such a thing… he shuddered in horror at the very thought of it.

Focus, Robbie. The point of this is to convince her never to hurt herself again, not to get into her pants.

"Promise me you won't do this to yourself ever again, Cat," he pleaded, kissing the skin around her burn affectionately.

Cat, now starting to realize that he truly cared about her, brushed her lips against his cheek and stroked the back of his neck. "I promise," she said softly.

"Are you sure you want me to keep going? I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do."

"No!" Cat shouted, causing Robbie to jump. She giggled. "I like it. A lot." And then she gave him a knowing smirk. "And I bet you do too."

"Well you're definitely not wrong with that one," he chuckled under his breath. He lavished Cat's chest with kisses until he reached the valley of her breasts. Tentatively, his fingers traveled to her back and unhooked her bra. Cat shivered at his touch and in one quick motion her bra straps slipped down her arms, making her bra fall down to her waist.

She whimpered and clutched her arms around her chest, suddenly feeling vulnerable. "Robbie… I'm scared," she whispered. "What if I'm not good enough for you? I'm not pretty like all of those pretty models in the magazines."

Robbie's heart swelled as he squeezed her arms comfortingly. "You'll always be pretty enough for me."

His sweet words helped Cat to relax and he slowly helped her uncross her arms, taking in the beauty of her bare chest. Her breasts were small yet looked so soft and perky. He pressed his hands against them, as if to convince himself that he really was doing this, eliciting a soft growl from Cat. Her reaction urged him to go on and massage her left breast with his mouth, biting and sucking on various parts of her luscious skin.

Cat's eyes had shifted back and forward nervously before, but she now squeezed them shut and moaned loudly, basking in this newfound pleasure, which was stronger than the other ones she had experienced thus far. "Oh Robbie!" she cried out, digging her nails into Robbie's shoulders. She couldn't seem to stop herself from making various little noises as he pleasured her breast. Then, without warning, he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it hard, teasing it with his tongue and grazing it with his teeth.

Electricity shot through Cat's body and she arched back while crying out, pushing her breast further into Robbie's mouth. Robbie sucked on it one last time before moving on to her other breast, not even pausing to stop and take a breath.

When he finished with her chest, they were both panting madly. Robbie looked at her with loving eyes and repositioned her so that she was laying on her back in her bed. He planted his hands on her petite waist and kissed down her stomach. She laughed (because it tickled so much) while trying to catch her breath, not quite knowing what he was going to do next.

He tugged at the waistline at her panties a little bit and she got what he meant. Without hesitation, she sat up and pulled them down her thighs, placing them next to her bra.

What a lucky duck Robbie was, seeing his crush completely naked for the first time. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think anything like this would ever happen to him. How in the world he get so lucky to have such a wonderful girl in his life?

"Oh my god, Cat…" His eyes traveled down her now-exposed pelvis to the bottoms of her toned thighs. He leaned over and swirled his tongue over the top of her pelvis, moving lower and lower until he approached the top of her clit. Cat squirmed and gasped with anticipation, knowing that something incredibly pleasing was coming up next. "You're so damn perfect."

He spread her legs apart, making enough room for him to kneel and still be in a comfortable position. He kissed down her legs to her toes and brushed his lips against both of her inner thighs before opening her legs even further (good thing she used to be a cheerleader when she was little) and swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves he knew (from what Tyson had told him, at least) made girls go over the edge.

Cat screamed as her insides went absolutely crazy over the new sensation. Her hands clutched the sheets below her and her hips bucked, practically begging Robbie for more friction. "Oh my god! Keep doing that, Robbie!" she whined, her face growing hot and her heart beating a thousand times a minute. This was the best she had felt in a long time. It was a whole new experience for her, proof that she wasn't innocent little Cat Valentine anymore, the girl who thought sex was for adults and that only Beck and Jade did this kind of stuff while they were a couple.

Completely and utterly turned on by Cat's behavior, he grunted and kept teasing her clit with his mouth. Poor kid was so horny by now that while pleasuring Cat, he had to grind his aching boner into the bed in order to keep himself from getting too distracted. He paused for a moment to catch his breath and recollect his thoughts, and then did the same thing he had done to her nipples not long ago- suck on it hard and tease it some more.

Cat's cries took on a louder volume, full of pure want, and he immediately wriggled his tongue inside of her, making sure that he was hitting her spot repeatedly, knowing that she was close to letting go any second. It didn't take a genius to figure out when a girl was aroused. He didn't quite know what to think about how she tasted, but he ignored that for the time being and ate her out, feeling her body convulse slightly underneath his touch.

He had almost licked her clean when Cat's body really started to rock, begging him to finish her off. He hummed into her entrance, the vibrations making her go absolutely wild, and then stopped. He glanced up to see her eyes half-glazed over and a disappointed look on her face. "Why did you stop?" she protested. "I wasn't done feeling special yet!"

He laughed at her so-called logic and pulled her into her lap again. "I'm not done yet. Just wanted to give you a break."

"But I don't want a break! I want more now!" She pouted like a three year-old who had just had her candy taken away from her.

"Do you even know how cute you are when you pout like that?"

She blushed madly and poked his belly playfully. "Yes."

"Good." He steadied her waist and pressed his lips to her sweetly. She sighed happily and pulled herself closer to him, pushing her breasts into his chest. Their flushed, damp skin stuck together and their hips moved together naturally, making them both groan simultaneously.

Robbie pulled away a little bit, resting his forehead against hers, and looked into her eyes. "Three…two…one…"

"What?"

Suddenly, she buckled and shrieked as Robbie started to massage her entrance with his fingers roughly, pressing hard against her clit rapidly. In just a few short seconds, she was back to the high she had previously been experiencing- only this time it was much more intense. Her brain started to get fuzzy and she couldn't think straight as a million feelings and sensations poured through her body all at once. 'Robbie," she breathed over and over again, pushing him into overdrive. He kissed her passionately one last time, sending her into a high-pitched, orgasmic fit.

Her screams caused him to groan deeply as he too went over the edge into his boxers. They spent a minute panting like crazy and trying to comprehend what had just happened between them. "How…" Robbie stuttered in a state of shock mixed with euphoria. "How did that feel?"

Cat smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. "Amazing."

"Now can you see why you shouldn't harm yourself, Cat?" Robbie said, quickly getting his bearings together. "Do you want all of that to go away? Because if you hurt yourself too badly…bad things can happen."

She bit her lip guiltily. "I know. I won't let you down, Robbie. I think I know I'm beautiful now."

Robbie helped her retrieve her underwear and put it back on her. "It's just going to take some time, that's all." She shrugged her shoulders and hopped off the bed, heading over to her dresser and pulling out her pajamas.

Robbie looked confused. "Wait… you're sleeping here tonight?"

"Sure, why not? My Nona's gonna be out late and I'm already here so why not?"

"I'm not leaving you here alone," Robbie argued with her.

"I'm a big girl, Robbie! I can take care of myself!" Cat retorted. "And you've already done enough for me tonight."

She threw him one of her brother's old shirts and pulled him into a bear hug. "Thank you. It meant a lot to me."

He blushed, still reeling from their encounter, and hugged her back. "No problem, Kitty. No problem at all."

Robbie pulled the shirt over his head and awkwardly made his way to the door. "Wait!"

He turned around at the sound of Cat's voice coming from her bed. "This won't change anything between us, right?"

He paused to think about it, feeling conflicted. He still didn't know why he just did that with her or how he was even able to do it in the first place. He had never kissed any girls before- well besides Cat and Trina, that is. And he had never been in a real relationship before either. He never knew about all the sexual, mature stuff until Tyson forced him to listen to his crude humor- and even that he still didn't understand everything that well.

But everything just seemed to come so naturally to him. Everything just fell into place…like it was meant to be that way. Could it be…?

No, stop it, Robbie. She ran away from you. She doesn't feel that way about you. Don't wear your heart on your sleeve against just because of a measly little hookup.

Rex's voice echoed in his head- and he hated to admit it, but he had to agree with him. It wasn't worth the risk.

Robbie sighed and sent her a small (but fake) smile. "Of course it won't."

He turned on her nightlight for her, turned off the lights, and left her lying in her bed, more confused about her feelings than ever before.

Holy cheese Batman, that took so long to write! I'm sorry if the last part sounded like a bad porn movie lol. This is my first time (and possibly the last) writing something like that and I was raised to be a pure Catholic girl when I was little so…yeah, that might explain some things :P. A lot more Cabbie than Bade, I know, but I promise Bade will continue to be the main focus in the upcoming chapters! And I will eventually get to Beck and Cat's journal entries in the next chapter since I have been neglecting them for now. Review pleaseee! :D