Colour with you.

Cat sighed loudly to herself and twirled a long curl of her vibrant red hair around her fingers as she mindlessly moved her black crayon across the page of one of her many colouring books. Normally, she would never use the black crayon. It would usually sit in the box by itself - rarely used, which was why it was probably the tallest crayon out of the entire box. But today, it was being put through its paces as Cat scribbled away with it - only in the mood to colour with the black crayon.

She hummed a response as a loud knock sounded on her bedroom door, but didn't remove her eyes from the page in front of her. She was vaguely aware of the door opening and someone entering before closing the door once again. Footsteps walked up behind her to her spot in the corner of her room before someone sat down next to her.

"Hey cutie," a voice whispered in her ear.

Robbie.

Again, Cat hummed a faint response without looking up from her colouring book and the picture of the unicorn that she was currently turning black. Robbie frowned from beside her and tilted his head as he looked at her, he knew something was up and his suspicions were confirmed as he looked down at the unicorn that had been credited with an exaggerated frown on it's face.

"What's wrong?" he asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer to him.

"Nothing."

He sighed softly, "Cat, you're using the saddest colour in the box, what's wrong?" he tried again, tracing patterns on her shoulder through the oversized sweatshirt she was wearing.

The redhead shrugged, "It's just... one of those days, I guess," she sighed, dropping the crayon and brushing her fingers against her shorts to clean the remnants of the crayon from her fingertips.

Robbie pouted and pressed a kiss to her forehead, "You wanna talk about it?"

She shook her head, "Not really," she replied, drawing patterns on Robbie's knee through the fabric of his jeans. Robbie nodded in understanding and nuzzled his nose against her temple.

They sat in silence for a while, not feeling the need to say anything. The only sounds in the room were their heartbeats beating simultaneously - and the occasional thud coming from Cat's brother's room next door. They didn't want to know what was going on through there. No one did.

"Will you colour with me?" Cat spoke up around fifteen minutes later from her position curled up on her carpet next to Robbie, her back against his chest.

Robbie smiled softly and propped his head up on his hand as he leaned up on his elbow, "Of course."

Cat giggled happily and reached out to drag her box of crayons and colouring book towards them. She flicked through the pages and came to a picture that hadn't been coloured yet before reaching into the box and grabbing her favourite pink crayon.

A smile spread across Robbie's lips and he pressed a kiss to the top of Cat's head before reaching over her and grabbing a crayon for himself. His arm wrapped around Cat's waist as he reached over to colour, making the redhead smile happily and shuffle back closer to him.

Needless to say, it would be a while before the black crayon would make an appearance again.