Thanks for the reviews. I asked my girlfriend what a good song was to use for this chapter and she said this stupid song…I hate this group, but whatever. The song went good.

Hey, this is a conversation between my girlfriend and I earlier... D-A: how many chapters do you plan on making that story? Me: Well, let me put it this way...I have written up to chapter 76 and I have no idea when the fuck i'm stopping... D-A: DAMMIT! YOU BEAT ME!

Yep. Nothing like pissing your girlfriend off. Her longest story was 70 chapters.

No One Could Understand Us – Chapter 51 (Andre)

"Girl, I'll be thinkin' about you, worldwide, worldwide, worldwide…" I sing to a nice song, smiling like an idiot. But I have a good reason for acting like this. My fiancées are home and waiting for me. I can't wait! I've missed Cat so much! And maybe we'll have some "welcome back" sex, if you catch my drift. Those are seriously the best kind. You should've seen us when Beck came back from his trip.

Actually, that's none of your business.

I pull up to my small home. Beck's truck is here so they're home. Cat parks her car in the garage. I get out and practically sprint to the front door, unlocking it, and walking in. I smile…but it's silent. A strange silence…Cat's not talking, singing, nor do I smell her perfume. "Cat?" I call out, putting my car keys and wallet on the table by the door. "Beck? Cat? Where are you two?" I look in the bedroom and bathroom, but they're not there. "Cat? Beck?" I check the laundry room and not there. I head to the living room and smile when I see Beck sitting on the couch, but his face is in his hands, leaning over his knees. He must be tired. "Hey, Beck." I smile and walk to the kitchen, expecting to see Cat there.

She's not.

I turn to Beck, who lifted his head and is looking at me.

I keep my smile. "Is Cat in the guest room on the computer? Or outside with Bear? She probably missed him." I go to walk outside, but Beck stops me.

"Andre." His voice attempts to stop me from looking.

I turn around and he's looking at me still. "What?" I ask confused, but then it dawns on me. "Did she go somewhere? I bet she was craving some red velvet cupcakes, huh? That girl and her cravings." I chuckle.

Beck keeps staring at me. "Andre…she's not at the store. She's not outside. She's not home. She's not here."

I frown and then sigh. "She missed her flight, didn't she? That girl."

"She didn't miss her flight." Beck told me. "She's in Las Vegas still."

I shrug. "Why? Did her wedding dress have issues or something?"

"No, she's being a picky little woman." He sighed, leaning back against the couch cushions. Even though I had guessed it, I'm still upset. "She said she can't pick out a wedding dress, so they're going to be there a few more days."

I frown, shaking my head. "That brat."

Now Beck frowns. "Andre, take that back."

"No!"

"ANDRE!" Beck stands up. "This is Cat's wedding day! It's the only wedding day she'll ever have!"

I scoff. "It'd better be."

He rolls his eyes. "It will be. Anyways, as I was saying, this is Cat's wedding day. She wants to look perfect."

"She's already perfect!" I said in an exhausted voice. "If she could get any more perfect, we'd lose her to fucking Orlando Bloom or something!"

"Dude, get a grip!" He tells me, almost looking concerned. "You're freaking me out here!"

I sigh. "I'm freaking myself out…anyways, go on."

He rolls his eyes again. "She wants a beautiful wedding dress of her dreams…even though we still have no fucking idea where we're getting married. She hasn't picked it out yet."

"Are you kidding me?" I ask him in disbelief. "At this rate, we're getting married in a fucking alley!"

Beck cringes. "Gross, I hope not." The phone rings. Beck looks at the caller ID. Cat. "Yes, darling?" He answered, putting it on speaker phone.

"I found a wedding dress!" Cat suddenly squeals. "I LOVE IT! So I'll be home in two days!"

"Oh is that all?" I lean against the wall next to the phone that's now on speaker.

"Oh, hi, Andre!" She giggles. "I miss you so much!"

"I miss you too, but I'm still pissed."

"At what?"

"At the fact you're not home!" I snap.

She sighed. "You'll live."

"And another thing…" I continue on. "Where are we getting married?"

"…um…yeah, I haven't exactly decided on that yet."

"CAT!" I shout. "We're getting married in less than two months!"

"For the love of god, are you on your fucking man-period, or something?" Cat screeched through the phone. Beck starts laughing his ass off. I'm ready to blow. "Anyways, I'll figure that out. I'm the one taking care of everything. Have you two wanted to give opinions on anything?" We stay silent. "I didn't think so! Every time I ask you guys something, you say "Whatever you want, sweetheart" which pisses me off! This is YOUR wedding too!"

"The way you've been acting, it's all you, Cat." I sneer. She gasps and Beck slaps his forehead with his hand. I sigh deeply. "Sorry, Cat. I didn't mean that."

"Forgiven." She mutters. "Where do YOU two want to get married?"

Beck shrugs and I groan. "I don't know, Cat. We're guys, we don't think of that stuff. I mean, what do guys think about most of the time?"

"Better question: what do Andre and I think about all day?" Beck smirks. "Cat in her wedding dress, Cat in her nightgown, Cat in a short dress, Cat in a tiny bikini, and Cat naked in bed." I chuckle, but it's totally true. We're horny manwhores.

"Wait…what did you say, Beck?" Cat asks in a shocked tone.

Beck and I give each other a confused look. "Uh…you naked in bed?"

"No, no, no, not that one!" She snaps. "Me in a tiny bikini!"

Shit, my pants are getting tight. "Cat, don't make us literally picture it because…yeah…you're not here for us to-"

"I know where I want to get married!" She cheers. "Oh yes, I know exactly where!"

"Where?" Beck and I ask at the same time.

"EEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!" She squeals loudly, making us wince. "I have to go make some calls!" And she hangs up…

I blink. "Love you too…" I mumble as Beck shrugs.

Crazy girl.

I wince. "Um, I'll be in the bathroom." I walk passed Beck.

"Uh, why?" He asks in confusion and concern.

I turn to him. "I imagined Cat in a tiny bikini…" I point out and he nods, while I go to the bathroom to take a cold shower.