"Where are we going?" Cat asked, rushing to keep up with Beck's long strides as they walked down the streets of downtown LA. It was almost nine o' clock, and Beck's turn to have his time with Cat.

"It's a surprise," he said dully. "Sort of like your nose ring."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Cat stopped walking and glared at Beck, who tried hard not to smile. There it was, that famous Cat quote. And despite the scowl instead of tears, she said it just like she used to…

"Nothing, just that I wasn't expecting you to come out of juvie with cornrows and a face earring," Beck said bluntly. He wasn't scared of Cat, not like the rest of them where. He knew she was still the same underneath all that stuff. And besides, he had dated Jade West for three years.

Nothing scared him anymore.

"Well get over it, because I don't care what you think," Cat said rudely.

"Sure you do," Beck replied breezily.

"Okay, what kinda ish are you talking of?" Cat stopped walking again, and Beck rolled his eyes.

"Okay, Cat," he said. "I honestly have no idea what you're saying. I'd love it if you'd talk in normal, grammatical English."

"And I'd love it if you be shutting your face."

Beck reached up and rubbed his temples, feeling a massive headache, just like the ones Jade had given him, coming on.

"Fine," he said simply and he kept walking. Cat stayed put for a moment, but then she too kept walking.

"So the Waggafuffels are back together," Beck said casually, making conversation. "I was babysitting my neighbor Alyssa, and she has concert tickets for next weekend. There's three of them, and her parents asked me to take her. Trouble is, we have one extra and we don't know what to do with it…"

Beck eyed Cat from the side as they kept walking. She seemed to be having some sort of internal struggle with herself.

"Oh," she said finally, in a sort of choked voice.

"Yeah," Beck nodded. "I guess I'm just going to have to throw it away, I really don't know anyone else who'd want to go…"

He felt a little bad that Cat was looking so torn up, but it was for her own good.

"Say," Beck stopped walking and turned towards Cat. "You don't know anyone who'd want to go to a Waggafuffels concert, do you?"

"Um," Cat pressed her lips together and looked around coyly. "I guess I could go with you…"

Beck glanced down and saw Cat's fingers were crossed.

"Oh, I dunno," Beck said. "Are you sure you'd want to? I mean, you still like the Waggafuffels? Weren't they childish?"

"I want to, please Beck," Cat's voice returned to normal. "I'm the biggest Waggafuffels fan you know!"

"Well in that case, the tickets yours," Beck grinned as they approached their destination. Fable's Fantasy Factory, a brand new candy store.

"Is this where we're going?" Cat asked confusedly.

"It sure is," Beck said with a nod of his head. "You still like candy, right?"

"Candy's aight," Cat shrugged reservedly.

"Okay, that's it," Beck stoped at the door, and Cat peered around his tall frame for a glimpse. "Cat, I'm not going to move until you say you'll go back to being your old self."

"Why would I do that?" Cat asked, wrinkling her nose.

"Because you were amazing," Beck said passionately. "You were bubbly and quirky, and we all loved you so much. Now you're weird, and scary and I'm pretty sure those braids are permanently crimping your hair."

"Whatevs," Cat shrugged.

"Fine," Beck said. "We'll take it slow. If you want to go into the candy store, then take off the makeup and fix the voice."

"What's wrong with my voice, brah?"

"The face that you just called me brah," Beck said. "I have absolutely no idea what that means."

"Fine," Cat said in her normal squeaky voice as the smell of cotton candy from inside the store drifted out and wafted into her pierced nose. "I'll talk the way I used to for now."

"Nope," Beck shook his head. "We're playing a new game. First, follow me."

He pushed the door open, and Cat wrinkled her nose in confusion as she followed him. Beck led her through the store, and Cat's jaw dropped. Mountains of jelly beans, rows and rows of chocolate in ever shape imaginable, pounds of get-it-yourself gooey worms and sweet toffee loomed ahead of her, smelling amazing.

"Ooh," Cat started to load a basket she picked up with sweet treats, but Beck took it out of her hands.

"No, the game first," he said. "To buy this candy, you'll need money. And so, we're going to play Simon Says. Every time you do what Simon Says, you get a dollar for candy."

Cat nodded eagerly, looking exactly like old Cat. Well, like old Cat with tiny braids, a nose ring, different clothes, and tons of makeup.

"Simon Says, jump."

Cat jumped, and Beck took a dollar out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"Simon Says, say "I love The Waggafuffels and I don't care who knows it"."

Cat didn't hesitate.

"I love The Waggafuffels and I don't care who knows it!"

"Perfect," he handed her another dollar. "Simon Says, and this one is worth ten whole dollars, wipe your makeup off."

Hesitantly, looking at Beck as if it were a trick Cat reached up to her face. After what seemed like forever, she ran her hand across her face and swiped away most of the heavy eye shadow, pale powder, and dark lipstick.

"Great," Beck said casually, not letting her know how happy he was getting. He gave her a ten dollar bill from his wallet. "Okay, here's the big one. Fifty whole dollars, Cat…Simon Says, talk like regular Cat again."

Cat shot him a panicked look. Beck took a fifty dollar bill from his pocket and waved it in front of her face.

"Fine," she said in a low voice. "Can I go get some candy now, please?"

Beck handed her the fifty.

"Go nuts, Kitty Cat."

Note: Beck's so much smarter in my stories than he is on the show. Mostly because I'm kinda a Bade shipper and he let her go! Review, 143!