A/N Mrm, nothing much to say besides I'm all in a graduating mood. Short chapter because I'm mentally somewhere else.

Cat's POV

4 weeks and 5 days after G-T DAY!

I can't see what's right and what's wrong anymore. I want to be me, but I want to make everyone else happy. I love Jade. That is a fact, and I figure it's good to keep track of the facts. I used to consider Robbie a friend of mine. That seems to be a fact, but it really is becoming hard to trust my memories anymore.

You think you know someone and then (in Tori's words) they "freaking try to sexually assault you (insert large hand motion)"!

But I don't think that threatening Robbie is necessarily the right answer. I don't really like to think, but know, that I would have been miserable if Jade had rejected me. I hate to think that I'm breaking his heart.

But there's nothing I can do about it. Is there?

Having occurred 5 weeks after the event that shall certainly be named G-T Day:

It's four in the afternoon and I'm lying all alone in my bed. There's not really anything to do, since my scenes are not being rehearsed today. Well, I can think about how uncomfortable my life has started to become. I guess that's what I'm doing.

Maybe it's not my Mom that I want. What of my dad? It feels like I haven't talked to him in weeks, and I really haven't. The day before Mom expelled me from the premises, I had heard Dad yelling at Charlie. There's no way of knowing what he would have said had I told him. No, I suppose I don't expect that he would have showered me in sparkles and mint-flavored moon pies, but maybe he would have at least understood.

I think this what they call a regret.

Maybe if I wasn't so damn stubborn...

I hadn't realized I'd slept until 8:30 in the evening until Jade made her own attempt at gently waking me. She wasn't very good at it, clearly, since everything was weirdly coming into focus. I don't take well to abrupt wakings.

Sleepily, I asked her the time and she answered. Then I must have asked her some more questions, but I can't remember. I mostly remember eyebrows. Jade has these lusciously thick eyebrows that Trina keeps telling her she needs to attack with a weed whacker. That's awfully mean, and they look neat and perfect to me. So it's eyebrows that fill are taking up my attention span at this point.

Now I'm fully up. She kisses me on the forehead and offers me a biscuit.

"Really? I can eat this in bed?"

Something resembling a laugh escapes her. "My parents didn't say that you couldn't eat in bed."

"I strongly dislike your use of double negatives. Every time you abuse the English language, a muffin top is burnt in the oven."

Jade snorts. "Oh, I'd hate to cause so much suffering to those innocently delicious ugly cupcakes."

"Muffin is definitely the politically-correct term," I say stubbornly.

"Have it your way."

"Was that Burger King or McDonalds? Do they even serve muff-"

She cuts me off. "Now I don't know if you're faking the random tangents or you're just that weird."

"I guess you'll never know," I tease, turning the biscuit around in my hand. It looks pretty good, so I take a bite. Some butter-like substance would have improved the quality of the biscuit, but you can't always get whatever you want.

There's a silent interlude, and I feel... serene with just the two of us in the room. I could swear she's smiling just a little. The expression is so rare upon her face and so genuine, that I feel... safe. Even if Jade can be a bit harsh, I know she's doing a lot of what she does for my sake.

I find myself on my back, she's on top of me, still smiling that calm, confident smile. She leans forward and kisses me gently on the nose. I giggle, and she drags her lips to my own. Her eyes shut, and I take this as my cue to do the same.

My tactile sense heightens, and I can only feel Jade sucking on my lower lip and the central heating system. As soon as I try to make a grab for her upper lip, she pulls back and takes my own upper lip for herself. I laugh a little and my hands accidentally (I think) move up to brush her torso. Feeling devilish, I gently take her breasts in my hands through clothes. She does not move to deny me access, and I'm thoroughly enjoying the moment.

That is until- "WHAT THE HELL?"

Jade loses her cool and essentially collapses on me. I am a Cat sandwich in slight discomfort until she rolls next to me.

"Omigod, like, ew, ew, ew! Do not want! Do not want!" Jewel looks like she wants to wring out her tongue with one of those hardcore laundry wringer-outers.

"Do not want what?" I ask.

"That image in my mind!"

Sitting up, Jade says, "Oh, if you're going to be like that just because we're-"

"It's not that you're girls. Just, uck, I don't like the image in my head of you kissing anybody like that. You were never that daring here with, like, Beck."

"Yeah. I was. It just wasn't in your room where I did it," Jade replies with the possible intent of banter.

"Omigod! Don't tell me this!"

I laugh harder than I have in a while. More or less, I feel back to my sparkly exuberant self! It's just what Doctor Jade called for, the rude interruptions of one West sister and her valley girl tendencies. Even I don't speak like that.