Thursday, July 14, 9:00 AM, Robbie's apartment
Robbie's POV
Wow, an early wake up in summer. First time in forever since that's happened. My head hurts so bad right now, Cat's been giving me a hard time lately, but we always find a way to make up. I love her too much, especially after I tried to kill myself last week. I take everything into consideration now. Buzz. There's the bell, and I'm shirtless again. You learn to live with awkwardness, especially if you're me. "Who is it?" I ask. A very high-pitched, bubbly voice answers. "Your cuddle bear's at the door, and she hasn't been hugged in a couple of days." Oh my God, she's adorable on the highest setting. "Come in, cuddle bear." She knocks on my door and I unlock it, and an angel sent from above is at my doorstep. Her hair's just a brown, silky waterfall, and she's still in the clothes she woke up in. Even her purple bunny slippers. She's the best thing to ever be created. "Please give me a hug, I wasn't able to sleep last night." She pouted and gave me her puppy eyes. I can't with her. She wraps her arms around me and pecks me on the cheek. I love her. "So, what brings you here early this morning?" I'm really corny, I know, but she doesn't seem to mind. She sits on the stool in the kitchen and fluffs out her hair. "I'm sorry for fighting with you over something as stupid as what kind of butter I should get. So, to make up for it, I'm here to eat breakfast with you. Whaddya got?"
I reach into my fridge for a little treat that I'm sure Cat would want. "I actually feel like making pancakes this morning. How about that?" Cat isn't grateful enough, is she? "But I want eggs and bacon." Yeah, she isn't. "But I already made the batter for them, look." And I've angered the beast inside. "I want eggs and bacon!!!!" See, if you've got a girlfriend like her, get ready for stress, because she's getting on my damn nerves. "Are you trying to start a fight or something? Because if you are, I'm not playing today. Not after the whole cabin thing, and I'm not that good with timing the eggs." Cat's finally gonna apologize. Sometimes, it's always an 'I hate you, I love you' type relationship. "Yeah, I was. Sorry, but I'm trying to write a love song here. I put a video of myself singing that song I wrote, 'One Last Time,' and Moonlight Records just found out about it. This could be my big break, they're asking me to make a second verse of the song. They might sign me to a record deal! If I say some stuff that triggers you, please don't get mad. I just need to complete what needs to be done." I'm so happy for her, anything for her to succeed. "Fine, I'll help you after we eat, I can't get mad at you on an empty stomach. So, pancakes?" She just nods her head and turns on the TV to catch up on stuff. My God, her name's on the screen with the headline, "Cat Valentine, potential pop megastar?" My baby's gonna be famous. "Babe, look! Your video's on TV!"
Cat leaped into my arms, and now we're both on the floor. "Yay! Now I get to finish my song, show it to Tracy Bogues, and get a guaranteed record deal! This is my first shot at something major like this, don't you know how much this means to me?" I don't know how much more she's capable of. She's a strong kitty with claws. "I'm pretty sure I know how much it means to you. Just remember that your autism isn't why you're famous, you understand? It's because you're talented. You really are. If you want to, sing me a song." You don't know what her voice can do. It's so soft, but powerful. She clears her throat, and I can already tell that it's gonna be good. "I wanna say, we're going steady. Like it's 1954." She strokes my chin as she serenades me. "It doesn't have to be forever, just as long as I'm the name on your tattooed heart." She shrugs her shoulders and gives me her left eye. "So, what do you think? I wrote it for you last night." I try and be as playful as possible. "Meh, it's fine. Could use some work." She kneed me on the chest. Ow! "Robbie! Stop with the games and tell me what you actually think! Please!" I put my hands up in defense. "I was joking around, the song's great, and you wrote that for me?" She shows off her left wrist and makes me look at the tattoo on it. "It's the tattooed heart with our initials in it, and I just couldn't stop thinking about that day. I got busy, doodled around with some notes, and bam! Tattooed Heart." I can't even write a song without thinking about cheese.
And in the blink of an eye, we're naked in bed, with my face all up in her cleavage, and I don't know what she's done, but she tastes better. "Cat, mm. It's like a jelly bean in there." All she could do is laugh and moan. "Ahh, what flavor is it like?" To be honest, it does actually have a flavor. "It tastes like strawberries." She pushes my head deeper in until I pull away. Now it's my turn to push her head down on something that she can taste. As her mouth moves up and down my shaft, I feel like I'm in the clouds, she just does it so well, and...yup. I'm cumming and it hasn't even been a minute. Great job, me. "So, how'd it feel, boo? Did I get out a lot?" She opened up her mouth and showed her prize off. She's all sweet and bubbly, but she can give a good blowjob, like she's done it several times before. "Robbie, fuck me now." She spreads out her legs, and even though it's tempting, I don't want her to be having a kid that I don't know about. "Cat, don't. Remember how you said you had a miscarriage? I don't want to have a kid that I don't know about again. I don't have any condoms or any protection." She has a condom in her pocket. That horny little bitch. I slip it on and since I'm always tired of the same old thing, I'm gonna change it up. "New gameplan, you're on top of me now. Just sit on my dick." She does that, and holy shit, it's amazing. "Oh, Robbie! Fuck! It's so deep! It's so fucking deep, shit! Ahh!" She's screeching so much, and it's making me hornier. And stupidly out of instinct, I grab her tits and start to play with them, but it doesn't look like she minds it at all.
And now she's having an orgasm, no warning, but because I'm so evil, I'm still gonna fuck her. I throw her on the bed and she's gnawing on her nail as I fuck her senseless. Do you know how hot she is? She's just giggling and moaning. I can't take it anymore. I pull out and start jerking off in front of her face after slipping off the condom. "Robbie, no. Let me help you out here." Her hands just stroked it once, and my load's all on her face. "It tastes so fucking good." I'm just smirking and kissing her. "Yeah, I know it does, you cum slut." And I've hurt her feelings again, without even meaning to. "Robbie, why did you call me that? It hurts when someone calls you something negative like that. I know that I've called you things whenever we had sex, but cum slut? Really? It just feels like that's all I am to you, is it?" She's crying, and it's all my fault. "No, Cat, you're not one at all, I just said it in the heat of the moment, really." She starts to get back into her clothes and just opens the door. "I'll be back in an hour, I swear, I just want to get some fresh air. I'll just take a walk around Hollywood Boulevard." I look out my window and she's just crying next to a lamppost. Thank God there's literally nobody on the streets because of the parade that's happening down on Sunset. I'm crying myself, I shouldn't have said that to her.
It's been almost an hour and a half, and she's still crying out there. I signal for her to come back inside, and she does. I'm a dick. She just comes up and runs to me and hugs me. I run my finger against her damp cheek. "Cat, Cat, baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that to you." I'm surprised that she's keeping calm. "No, it's my fault. I overreacted when you said that. I shouldn't have stormed out of the house like that. I'm sorry. I love you." I don't know how she's mine, but she is. "I love you too, kitty. And if it makes you feel better, I cried as well." She poked my nose and rubbed my forehead. "Aww, you're so cute. Let me take you somewhere." I don't know what she's up to, but I'm in her car and we're heading somewhere for sure. Oh my God. "Cat! Thank you!" She gave me a smug grin. "Guitar World's having a sale. I'll buy you anything you pick out." It's like Heaven, all the guitars that I've wanted ever since I was 11 are all here. I haven't been to this place for four years. I've been saving up for a car. I found my dream guitar right in front of me. A 2000 Taylor GS-Mini. "Are you sure that's the one you want?" I just nodded and kissed her on the cheek. "Yeah, it is. Thank you, baby." She pulls out her wallet and takes out her card.
Well, we're back home and I can't wait to fiddle with my new guitar. I play "Broken Glass" and the memories start to flood back. "Catlap, play me the new song that you've been working on." Good for her, because I wrote the song for her. I don't wanna give away the whole piece, I want to give it to her when she wants it. "Okay. The song's in the key of A. I think you're sweeell, I think you're swell. You're the nugget in my chicken, make the peanuts to my butter. Adding fiber to our diets, beneficial for each other."
Best day ever.
Author's note: nothing.