Yes, it's almost 10 at night(where I am), but I just got home! I actually had something to do on a Friday. Yeah, I'm shocked too.

Hey, but at least it's Friday and this is technically not late. *Nervous laugh* Don't hurt me!

K is for Kind

Word Count: 701

Dedications: To the readers?

Disclaimer: Nope. Still no. I know, I know. I'm working on it. Dan is tied up in my basement right now and I'm trying to convince him, but he's really stubborn. (I'm kidding :D) I actually haven't read this in forever, so I don't really remember what's in it? I just know it's a Cat/Beck version of something I read a lonnnngggg time ago.

Summary: How was it possible to hate someone who was so kind?

She was too kind to him.

In the end, she let him down gently. She even let him sit down so he could stop himself from falling on his wobbly legs. When tears began to form in his eyes, she looked away. Not only did she not want to see the pain that she caused, but for his pride. She had let him go with a smile; not of joy, or bliss, or even her signature airy smile that was so full of happiness that he loved so much, but of pity and guilt.

She had tried so hard to make it easy on him, but in the end, that only made him even more sad. That only sharpened the pain worse than it should have. Why couldn't she have just been a bitch about it? He wanted her to have been a snobby brat about it instead of the agonizing pain of her feeling sorry that he felt that way for her and she didn't feel the same.

At all.

He wanted her to have rejected him with a large banner or have grabbed a megaphone and cried at the top of her lungs, "I DON'T LOVE HIM!" He wished that she would have pointed and laughed at him along with her friends instead of grabbing his hand and pulling him aside to a bench to, privately, let him down gently. He wished that much. But instead, she told him that she'd just forget about his confession. Not for her sake, but for his. She didn't say the last part, but he knew that's what she meant, because the Beck Oliver falling for a girl like her and getting rejected? It was hysterical. And she didn't want that for her best friend, and only her best friend. Nothing more.

But that was the fucked up part, wasn't it? That she would just forget about it. That she could actually go on with life acting like it had never happened. That she could pass it over her shoulder like the thought of him actually loving Cat fucking Valentine had never even existed.

That's what killed him. That she completely understood him. To the very end, to the very last goodbye, she understood his heart, how he worked... everything. She understood that when he apologized for confessing his feelings, he was being genuine. Silently forgiving her for not feeling the same. Silently wishing that she did. She understood that when he laughed after she told him to forget about it, with a huge grin plastered on his face, it was a defense mechanism. He didn't know what else to do. Deep down in his heart, he always knew that she didn't love him, but confirming it sent him into stay-cool-stay-calm-stay-collected mode.

So he laughed.

He laughed. And laughed. Until she gave him one last pity-filled smile, hugged him goodbye, and left. He laughed so hard that tears formed in his eyes and slipped no matter how hard he tried stopping them and soon enough he was crying. Because of a girl, of all things. Sobbing and crying, tears staining his face. He dragged himself home, collapsed onto the bed in his RV, and continued letting out heartbreaking sobs into his pillow.

He tried hating her. Oh, how he tried hating her. He even thought of trying to do that thing that some guys did to boost their ego and look like they weren't hurt. Oh, she's a hoe. I rejected her sorry piece of trash. Why do I need that if I have all these bitches? But how could he do such a thing to her when she tried so hard for him not be hurt? She knew that he would be hurt; she knew he was weaker than he looked, and she wanted to lessen the hurt as much as possible. She wanted to let him down gently that way he could get over her much more easily. But how could he get over her if he couldn't even hate her?

How could he?

How could he hate someone who was so kind?

Woah, I wrote that? O: I'm not trying to be cocky or anything, but I'm actually proud of this one and the last one I posted. (The one where Cat's boyfriend cheated on her with another guy and she went to Beck for something I'd like to call comfort? That idea all came from a picture I saw.)

I have no idea why I requested your guys ideas for M last chapter. I guess I don't know my alphabet? I meant L, lol. I like your imputes though. Right now I'm thinking between 'Making Babies' and 'Maybe it's Me'. Maybe there's a way to conjoin the two? Anyway, tell me what you want for L! 'Little Brother'? 'Little Things'? Anything else?

Hopefully I'll be able to get on it tomorrow and have it ready by next Friday! (:

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