Cat's POV
(Four days later)Robbie's my next door neighbor now! Yay! I was invited over for dinner by his mom, they wanted to see me after the incident.
"Hi, Mrs. Shapiro, Candace." I take off my shoes and hug both of them.
"Hey, where's Robbie? He hasn't picked up the phone. I've called him several times and it always went to voicemail." I'm genuinely concerned about him.
"He's in his room." I run up there as fast as I can. I see him on the floor, crying, with a knife on his bed.
"Robbie, what happened?" I go to his side and run my fingers through his curls.
"Do you know how much pain I'm in, Cat? Being called a pathetic loser all the time? Being told you're worthless? Being told that you and I would be killed if we were ever seen together? Obviously, you don't. You've never experienced this before." Wow, what a greeting.
"Whatever you feel, I feel as well. We're one unit. I'm gonna stand up for you no matter what, okay? You're everything that Josh wasn't, and that's all I was looking for. I found that special someone. Hi!" I kiss him on the cheek as hard as I can.
"I saw you kiss that guy on The Slap." Come on! Why is he always so suspicious?
"Jesse and I just did a school project! It was an acting scene!" Does he even trust me?
"Yeah, but why was it called 'Cat Interviews Cute Boys?' Did you get tired of me?" Okay, maybe I did have a little crush on him.
"I-I thought that you were gonna be gone forever, and I'm not used to the long distance thing, so I-I decided to try and move on. But I love you." I wipe a tear off of his cheek.
"Cat…just please leave me alone for now. I don't really wanna talk to anyone right now." I hesitantly get back up.
"But I'm not just anyone! I'm Cat, you know, your girlfriend? Just let me try and talk to you, please? You can tell me anything-"
"I'm a piece of ugly shit! Nobody loves me! Just let me die already. I have this knife in my drawer because I have to defend the house. My dad's gone, so I'm the man of the house. I don't feel that way anymore." No. No.
"Don't you dare leave me-"
"What other choice do I have?! The death threats aren't stopping! Cat, just leave me alone!" I hug him as tight as possible.
"Do. Not. Do. This. You're all I have. Please." I make him put the knife down and I tackle him on his bed.
"Cat, why? I'm useless." I slap him in the face as hard as I can.
"No, you are not! I've helped out someone that was in your situation. My Nona lives next to this kid, Dice. He was having the same thoughts as you, even though he's like, 10. But just stay alive for me, please? I'm on my knees, begging you to stay alive. I'm pretty sure Stella never did this for you." I have to be right on that one.
"Okay. I'll stay here…for you. I love you." He kisses me on the cheek and I kiss him back.
"Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you." I eventually fall asleep under his arm.
…
2:35 AM. Doesn't surprise me.
"Robbie…wake up, baby. I want some ice cream." I rub the crust out of his eyes, which are still a bit puffy after he cried.
"Ice cream? At 2:30? My mom's gonna kill us! What if-" I kiss him on the lips and grind up against his body.
"Stop being so nervous. It's just ice cream. Whatever happens, happens." I drag him downstairs to the kitchen.
"Here's a nice tub of chocolate ice cream. Eat up, you're so skinny." I rub his stomach lightly.
"Cat, you shouldn't be talking. I know how hyper you get." I look down at my feet and take a spoonful of the ice cream.
"You have the challenge of sending your hyperactive girlfriend back to sleep. You got a little...on your…you know what? I got it." I lick the spot where the ice cream is and then kiss it, just like our first kiss. He grabs my face, and then we start our sloppy makeout session. Oh, my God, he's such a good kisser. I nib at his lower lip and he nibs on mine, and a moan escapes my mouth. He starts to go down to my neck, kissing his way down there.
"Oh, Robbie. I…love...you." I'm out of breath. I feel a little sting on my collarbone.
"Sorry about the hickey, Cat." I look at it and then smile at him seductively.
"Payback time…" I go at his neck, and kiss and suck on one area until-
"Ah! Cat!" I give him a playful little grin.
"Maybe now you know what it feels like to get one of those." He goes into the kitchen and puts away the ice cream, and then he comes back over to the living room and picks up right where we left off. We fall on the couch as we kiss, and since I'm so brave, I slip off his shirt and I run my finger across his abdomen as I'm kissing him.
"Cat, baby, not tonight, please. I'm so tired, you didn't have to wake me up for ice cream." He grabs his shirt out of my hands and then carries me back into his bedroom.
"I love you…" I rub my nose against his neck. "…so sexy." I kiss his forehead and then go back to sleep.
Author's note: sorry for the inactivity.