Sunday, March 29, Valentine Household, 10:45 AM
This morning, Cat woke up on the couch with a headache after she found out about her condition the day before. As she was rubbing her eyes, Robbie was already wide awake to greet her. "Hey you, you're finally awake. Good morning, babygirl." Cat was still half asleep, but she still managed to talk clearly. "Good morning. Um...I've been holding this secret for a while now, and I don't know if I should tell you or not." Robbie put his glasses back on. "Don't worry. You can tell me anything." Cat felt her heart sink as she was talking. "My doctors say that...I'm autistic. They also say that it's the reason I'm musically gifted, and I hate it." Robbie didn't understand what she was saying. "Why do you hate being musically gifted, not that many people can sing as well as you do." Cat started to tear up. "Autism is rare in girls. I don't want a mental illness to be the reason I might be famous one day." Robbie tried to make her feel better. "It makes you unique, it's not a bad thing. My doctors say I have ADHD, I don't take it as a disadvantage." Cat sat up and got Robbie's crutches. "Let's have this conversation in the bedroom, the living room atmosphere just isn't my thing."
They went to the bedroom and sat down on the bed. "So, what were you gonna say?" Robbie asked. Cat picked up Mr. Purple and held him tight. "I feel like my autism is a label. I don't like labels, it just gives people like Jade another reason to make fun of me." Robbie wanted to make sure she was fine. "Are you on meds?" Cat nodded. "Two, actually. One for my focus and one for hyperness, but that doesn't work that well, I love candy to the point to where I stuff them in my bra." She started to dry her tears and smile, but Robbie felt a little strange. "Why do you like me then, because that, in itself, is a label." Cat curled up into a ball and laid back down. "Love is different. My brother was labeled as bipolar and when they gave him meds, he changed. His outbursts used to be predictable, and I liked that. Things are different now. He has a thing for Tori's feet now, he used to love her hair." Robbie squinted his eyes. "And your point is?" Cat knocked herself back into shape. "Oh, my bad. Back to what I was saying, every time someone around me is given a label, I feel like my world shrinks." Robbie finally got her point. "Yeah. Wait, my love is predictable?" Cat uncurled herself and clinged onto him. "It's predictable in a good way, it's like we're in sync. I can tell when you get horny and you can for me too. I like that."
They looked deep into each other's eyes, their heart rate increasing at the same time. All this energy led them in to a deep kiss. Robbie worked his way down to her collarbone and right back up to her lips, and then their tongues collided. Cat licked Robbie's top lip and he answered back by licking the roof of her mouth, and that surprisingly elicited a moan from her, making his dick spring up. "Ahh, shit, Robbie. I think I'm a little horny and so are you. Let me help you with that." She took off her clothes and threw them over him, and he looked on in awe. "Oh God, I miss seeing this. Bring your tits here." Cat did as she was told and Robbie put his mouth around her nipple, which made her purr. "Fuck! Robbie!" Robbie finished sucking her tits by leaving a hickey near the top of her left breast. "Oh, sorry about that." Robbie said, sheepishly. Cat kneeled down on the bed with Robbie lying down. "So, let's see if your dick is still big, I haven't seen it in a while." Robbie put his hand up. "No, Cat. Please stop. Look, I love you and all, but I have two valid reasons why we shouldn't fuck. I don't want you to put too much stress on my leg and I don't wanna impregnate you." Cat pulled his pants down anyway. "I'm not gonna fuck you, I'm gonna suck your dick." Even though he tried to retreat, Cat was somehow still able to lick his dick. "Cat, come on stop, please." Cat shook her head. "I'm only gonna stop until you cum, I can't help being such a brat." She licked it from the head down and put his right ball in her mouth. "If you're gonna suck on my balls, be careful, they're really sensitive." She started to calm her mouth movements, but it was too late, as he came all over her brown highlighted hair. Cat frowned. "Aww, you didn't get anything on my face, and in my mouth."
Robbie sighed. "Fine, I'll try next time. So, we already had our fun. What do you wanna do?" Cat looked at her arm, and pointed to her shoulder. "For some reason, I've always wanted a tattoo, and I'm tired of other guys hitting on me. I just wanna put something on my arm that shows that I belong to you or something like that. Maybe you can also get one. Please. Do it for me. I did my research and it shows that the areas with the thickest skin are the least painful." Robbie stayed silent for a couple of seconds and then spoke up. "Alright, I'll book a tattoo appointment for later on today. What do you want on your arm?" Cat pointed to all the areas. "I want four, two butterflies on my left arm, some writing on my finger with an arrow, which is gonna say 'I did that' and a heart with our initials on my right wrist." Robbie gave her a nervous look. "I don't know if you should get all of those. You might regret this, and it's painful, at least that's what Jade told me." Cat shook him. "Come on, please? I'm all for new experiences and I wanna experience things with you. I've experienced love, sex, and dates, all with you. You're my ride or die." Robbie blushed. "I'll get one on my right wrist, maybe to go along with that writing." Cat brightened up and hugged him. "Yay! Maybe a cat scratch mark. Because I'm Cat, and cats have claws, and the mark can prove that I'm yours." He kissed her again. "That makes a lot of sense, you're smarter than people give you credit for, you know that? That's what I love about you, you prove doubters wrong. I love you so much." She kissed him back. "I love you too, more than anyone and anything in the world. Let's go to the tattoo parlor now, you booked us for 12:00, right?"
They dressed up and headed to the car to get their tattoos. "Cat, are you sure you're not nervous to get these?" Her hands started shaking on the wheel. "What? Nerp, why would you say that?" He slid over to the side to point out what was happening. "For starters, you're sweating profusely, second of all, you made up a word, and last, your hands are shaking on the wheel. Turn left." She shivered as she took the turn. "I'm not nervous at all, I don't care if it's pernanent." Robbie just sighed. "Ok, I take your word for it." Since they were the first patrons of the day, no one else was there. "Hi, are you Robbie Shapiro?" Robbie nodded his head. "Great, my name is Dean, I'll be inking you up today. What do you want?" Robbie spoke while he was shivering. "I would like tiger scratch marks on my forearm, black and white. My girlfriend wants a couple of tattoos too, she'll tell you in the process what she wants." Dean looked straight at Cat. "Are you in college yet?" Cat started to stomp away angrily before Robbie stopped her at the door. "Hey, kitty, why are you so mad, he's just asking you if you're in college." Cat whispered angrily, "He's trying to ask if I'm legal or not, I know that some guys are like this, happened with Trevor, Kevin hit on me at the beach, and now I have another guy on me?" Robbie dragged her back up to the chair. "Look, this is the closest tattoo place we could find that's good and low priced. Let's just get our shit done, pay, and then get out." Cat reluctantly sat down on the chair she would be inked up on. "Start with my middle finger, it'll say 'I did that' in scripted black ink, and then an arrow on my ring finger, this is all on my right hand."
The moment the pen touched her finger, she squeaked with a face full of tears. "Robbie, can you hold me? This hurts." He ran up to her and held her other hand. "I told you, Cat. But hey, we signed up for this." When her finger work was done, she let out a groan of relief. "Uh, no Cat. There's still the big and small butterflies on your left arm that need to be taken care of." Cat whimpered. "Will this one hurt?" Dean rubbed on her arm. "No, the skin on your arm is pretty thick, it won't hurt." After the butterflies were drawn, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at her wrist with her and Robbie's initials in a heart. "Wow, they're beautiful." Dean pointed at Robbie and signaled for him to sit down. When the tiger scratch marks were drawn on his wrist, he just blinked several times and thought to himself, Yeah, I'm a bad boy now. Maybe now they'll respect me. "Thanks for the tattoo work, man. How much?" Dean looked at the price board. "130, the tattoos were on the large side." Robbie gave him his card and walked out. "Thank you!"
When they got to the car, they looked at each other and then kissed. "So, are you happy with your 4 new tattoos?" Cat looked down at her fingers and wrist. "I sure am, Catlap." Robbie was confused but liked what she called him. "Why did you call me Catlap? It sounds cute, but does it mean anything?" She chuckled. "I was told that a Catlap was a drink that only cats can have, and I'm Cat, and you're the only guy I can have in my life." They rubbed their noses against each other and then headed home.
Author's note: the next chapter will actually take place in an actual episode for the first time since chapter seven, "terror on cupcake street," can't wait