"What?" She asked. "Oh come on, what did I do this time, come on." I put on my best annoyed face and looked at her. "Wait you don't, want me to kiss you, do you Cat?"

It's time Cat, you should tell her

But what if she doesn't feel the same way about me?

Odds are she won't.

poo.

But you should tell her anyway

Hmm, okay Steve, but if this goes wrong it's your fault

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. Jade was looking at me with her piercing green eyes making me more nervous. I sighed.

"Yes Jade, I do want to kiss you. I know you just broke up with Beck, but you're all I think about day and night. And my heart beats faster when I'm around you and I think that's my heart telling me that I'm in love and I believe it cause why would my heart lie to me right, I mean that would just be rude." Jade smiled and shook her head walking closer to me. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me against her.

"I love it when you ramble, it makes you look so cute and, innocent." She pulled my face closer to hers and brought her lips to mine, finally. Kissing her felt amazing, I haven't felt this alive since before I had to start taking those pills the doctor gave my mom. The pills are colorful, but they make me feel all dull. Oh god now she's biting my lip. I let out a soft moan.

"Cat, what're you doing?" I opened my eyes and saw Jade staring at me from her spot on the bed. A million things shot through my head at once, well a million more, so I blurted out the first one I could grab onto.

"Don't you feel bad for Pluto? He spent his entire life thinking he was a planet and then we just shoot him down and say he's space junk." Jade rolled her eyes and looked away.

"Yeah, I feel just terrible."

Jade's POV

Cat switches subjects way too much for me to fully grasp what she's saying. But there are rare occasions where you could tell that she wasn't just saying that out of the blue, like she really wanted you to know what she was saying. Some people let these moments pass by without taking a second glance at them, while I like to savor them, Cat's not crazy, and these little moments that she has crazy people don't have them. The girl was completely honest, and not in a blunt way, in a way that says 'why lie'. The day I met her at my house I asked her why her family moved, she told me it was because the doctors in New York were not as good as the ones here, she didn't lie like you would expect her to, she just told be the truth.

I looked over at Cat and smiled a little. It was cute because she had her thinking face on.

"Kitten?"

"Hmm?" she said showing me that I had her attention though she didn't face me.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about how nice it would be to run away. To spin around in circles and just live in the moment instead of walking on egg shells around my step-dad."

"Don't think about him. When you're with me you're not aloud to think about him. Okay?" She nodded. I can't help but feel weak around this girl. I'm her rock but she makes me feel like a pebble. When I'm with her my guard comes down and I'm vulnerable, even though I know this is when I need to be the strongest, when we're alone, when she tells the tales of what goes on when her mom's not around, and it's late and her step-dad is home, but no one else is. When she tells me about what he does to her, it takes all my will power not to go and kick the shit out of him for laying a hand on my little angel. Well that, and not to throw up.

-X-

Laying with Cat is my favorite thing to do. Did you ever have a pet that slept in your bed with you? If you did then you know how laying next to them makes you feel warmer, not alone. Imagine that on crack times a thousand and you'll get a quarter of what Cat makes you feel while laying with her. Here with her right now makes me sure that the god forsaken song I have to write is going to have to be about her. God, that song, it makes me want to shoot a baby. I literally want to explode when I think of that song. What's more sappy than writing a love song to someone who you supposedly care about? If you really cared about them you'd spare their ears and do something less sappy, more 'I care about you but I'm not spending my time or money to show that so I drew you a picture of a monkey' kind of thing. But I don't know, maybe I'm wrong, I just don't see how girls can go all psycho over something I could do in my sleep.

"Jade?" I hear Cat's soft voice from beside me. I turn my head to face her, to let her know I'm listening without having to say anything. "Can you walk me home? My step-dad wants me home and I don't wanna leave you just yet." I nodded and stood up from the bed and started to put my combat boot on as she pulled on her bright pink Converse.

"Ready?" I asked her once she got them on. She nodded and we started down the stairs and out the door, ignoring Blake as he shouted 'Bye schizo!' as we passed. "I hate that boy." I said once we were in my car.

"Me too." Cat doesn't hate the boy on the couch, she hates the nickname she's acquired. Cat doesn't hate, just like rain is wet, if it were any different than it just wouldn't make sense.

So uhh yeah. Just a short one to get me back in the grove. Sorry I haven't been posting, my computer went all crazy on me and I didn't have it for like two and a half weeks. So...short.

So let me know how you liked it by hiting that fancy review button down there. Also, tell me what you think of Cat's step-dad. What does he do to Cat? Does he like tacos? Why does he do what he does to Cat? Is his name Phil? Does he have a pedo mustache?

All great questions but you need to review to find out. Anyway, I love you all and have a wonderful time reading more Fanfiction.

What? You expect me to believe that you read one fanfiction and leave? Oh no, fanfiction is like those Pringles with the really crappy jokes on them, you can't just read one.

PEACE OUT MOFO!

-Rikki *