This isn't very Cabbie filled... but still, its pretty good. Every story needs a little bit of a side story. I promise the next chapter and hopefully the one after will be very fluffy.

I tossed and turned all night. I just couldn't fall asleep. Those 4 sentences kept coming into my head.

If our love is tragedy

Why are you my remedy

If our love is insanity

Why are you my clarity…

The words, the kiss, what if felt, why I don't know what I felt. It was all too much to take in. I was confused and that was all I knew. I just needed something to make sense.

Thank god it was a Sunday. I had one more day to think until I would have to see Robbie again. My phone starts to buzz on the nightstand next to my bed. I lean over and pick it up.

Hey… I know it's early but can you talk? – Jones

Yea sure? What's up? – Cat

Can we grab a cup of coffee or something? My treat for waking you up. Not a date. I promise. – Jones

Ok. Sure. Meet me at the Mocha Café in 15 minutes. – Cat

Sure. Thanks. – Jones

I get up and get dressed. I figured I would shower later. He seemed like he needed to talk soon so I don't want to hold him up. I run a brush through my hair and throw it up and a quick pony tail. I grab my phone and run down the stairs. The Mocha Café was only about 5 minutes from my house so I decided to walk.

I walk in the café to see Jones waiting for my a few feet from the counter. I walk over to him.

"Have you eaten? I was going to get some food too." He says. I shake my head no.

"Ok well get whatever you want." I nod. I don't even have to look at the menu, I already know what I want.

"Got it." I look at him.

"Already?" He chuckles.

"Yea. I come here all the time." I explain.

"Ok. What will it be?" He asks.

I tell him a caramel latté and a vegetable and cheese omelet. He chuckles.

"What?" I ask.

"Vegetables… You and vegetables. It's cute." He says. We get to the front of the line and he orders for both of us.

We get our coffees and sit down at a booth. This place was one of those family owned cafés that everyone loved. It was like an Italian restaurant set up. They had a yellowish crème color on the walls but a dark brown trim that went from the middle of the wall to the floor. There was hardwood flooring and the tables and booths were dark brown. It was gorgeous.

"So. What's up?" I ask him.

He's quiet for a second. "Hannah cheated on me."

Everyone knew she was that kind of person but Jones was the one who saw the best in people and didn't mind their flaws.

"I mean I knew it would happen. But I just thought I actually meant something to her." I sit quietly and listen to him. It was the best thing to do.

"And you know the worst part. It was with my best friend. Of all people, it was Scott." He takes a sip of his coffee and shakes his head. "And to think I trusted him…" He says quietly.

I reach over and put my hand on his. "Jones… it's her loss. I mean you're you. Your face, your eyes, you body, your personality. Everything about you… it's perfect. You can't find guys like you. You deserve better than her, better than Scott."

He smiles a little bit. "I almost had her… but of course… Almost is never enough." He chuckles. The woman brings over our food and we start to eat

"Stop thinking about her. She doesn't deserver a guy like you. You can have practically any girl you want. Everyone in the school is in love with you. You walk by or your name is mentioned and people pass out. The guys want to be you. I promise you, you'll find someone, someone who's worth your love, worth your time." He smiles as I say it. I grab his hand from across the table and hold it.

"You know Jones, I don't get it. You're smart. You're nice. You treat everyone so well. And you're freaking gorgeous. And yea, you're a good looking guy but no, I'm not in love with you. I don't know another guy who can be literally as perfect as you are. How do you do it? How can you be all of these things and not be a dick?"

"My life isn't perfect. I'm not perfect. We've all got problems, as you can see. But it's all about the way you look at life. I don't believe in stereotypes. And I refuse to be the stupid asshole jock. People are people, we're all the same in some ways and we're also different, but we shouldn't be treated differently. Black, white, gay, straight, skinny, fat, short, or tall, we're all human and we all have feelings. Just because we're a little bit different doesn't mean that we're better than everyone else. Everyone is already insecure, why make them feel worse about themselves." He explains.

"Wow." I sigh. "Can I tell you something?"

"You listened to me ramble on… of course you can." He squeezes my hand.

"I'm confused. I've got so many things going on in my head and I just don't know what to do." I say.

"Is it about the kiss?" He asks me. I nod.

"Cat… emotion is a precious thing. It makes up who we are. And love, it's full of questions. Questions that are hard to find an answers to. It's frustrating, it nerve racking. It will drive you insane. But in time you will find it. Does he make you happy?"

"Of course he does! He's my best friend." I explain.

"Then go after him. If he makes you happy, if you enjoy being around him, it's worth a shot."

"But what if I screw something up? What if I ruin everything we have now? I don't even know how I feel." I say scared.

"People are always scared of the what ifs. And they end up losing their chance. Do what you feel is right. If you think there might be something there… go for it. Take the risk." He says getting up and dropping a couple singles on the table as a tip.

I get up too and follow him. We walk outside and say our goodbyes.

"Thanks for listening." Jones says.

"Thanks for listening as well…" I say looking down at my feet.

"Well, I'll talk to you tomorrow." He says.

I don't know where it came from, the sudden urge, but I needed to feel something. I needed to see if there was anything. If it felt anything like it did with Robbie. I lean up and place my hand on the back of his head. I pull him into a long kiss. At first he seemed surprised but after a second I think he understood what I was doing. I open my mouth to let his tongue slide in. He pulls me closer to him and wraps his arms around my waist. Finally we both pull back. He looks at me to see if I say anything.

"I needed to see… I needed to see if there was anything there, anything like there was with Robbie… I'm sorry." I say looking down.

"Don't be sorry. I understand. Listen… this isn't making anything weird. I'm here for you Cat. I always have been and I'm not going to stop. Your one of my closest friends. I get what you did and I'm ok with it. But listen to me, if you felt something with him, something different than with other guys, with me, then take a chance. Life is full of risks and sometimes you need to take them, otherwise life would be boring. You need a ride?" He asks me.

"Yea… to Robbie's." I know Robbie only lives down the street from me but I didn't feel like walking in the cold again. It was the beginning of winter and California was getting really cold for some reason.

I unbuckle my seatbelt when we get there and start to get out. "Good luck. And are you going to the last game Friday night?" Jones asks me. Like I said earlier, lacrosse was the big sport in HA. Their last game was this Friday and of course I wouldn't miss seeing one of my best friends play.

"Of course. I would never miss it. I think everyone's going." I say referring to the gang.

"Cool. Do you want me to wait for you?" He asks me.

"No. I'll get a ride from him." I explain.

"Ok well if you need one, just call me. I'll turn around and pick you up." He laughs as I get out of the car.

"Thanks again. And we won't be weird now right?" I ask concerned.

"Of course not. It won't change a thing."

"Thank you." I say getting out of the car and walking up the walkway. He pulls away and I stop to watch him drive up the road. I turn around and slowly start to walk. My heart started racing when I was on the way here but it started to speed up now. It felt like my heart was about to beat out of my chest.

I walk up the steps and to the door. I slowly lift my hand and go to knock. I take a deep breath. I knock 3 times.

"On second." I can hear Robbie shout. I start to get nauseas and my heart beats harder. I can here footsteps. That was it. I darted off the porch and away from his house towards mine. I chicken out. This can wait.

"Hello?!" I hear him shout from the door as I run down the street. I finally reach my house. I fumble with the keys to get them in the door. After I unlock it I rush in and slam the door behind me. I lean against the shut door and slide down it onto my butt. The tears well up in my eyes. I bring my knees to my chest and cover my head with my hands. The tears start to fall, and they keep falling.

I get out my phone and dial Jones's number.

"Hello? Cat? Are you ok?" He says probably hearing me sob.

I sniffle a little bit and finally choke out the words. "I can't do it. Not yet. I'm scared."

I can hear a tire screech over the phone. "Are you home?" He asks.

"Yes." I cry.

"I'll be over in a minute." He says hanging up. Almost a minute later I hear him pull up and within seconds he's at the door. I open it and fall into his arms. I cry into his shoulder for a little while longer before we sit and talk.

"What happened?" He asks.

"I don't know. Once you pulled away my heart felt like it was going to come out of my chest and when I knocked on the door I almost threw up. So he said 'one second' and I ran. I ran like hell." I start to cry again. He hugs me and lets me cry into his shoulder.

"Try again. Take the risk. And try again." He says. "Don't worry… It'll be ok." He says rubbing small circles on my back. His chin was on the top of my head and I can feel it move with every word.

"Thank you." I whisper into his chest.

"Anything for a friend. A great friend." He says. Jones stays most of the day. We end up ordering pizza and watching movies all day. Around 8 o'clock he explains that he has to go.

"You better be there Friday. I don't care if you're dying… well, that's the only exception. But you better be there. I won't play if you're not."

"Oh you better play. And I promise, hell or high water, I will be there. Scouts honor." I say.

"You were never a girl scout though." He challenges.

I push him towards the door. "Get out of her." I laugh as he walks out. "I'll see you tomorrow. And thanks again Jones. You really are always there."

"I'll see you tomorrow Kitty Cat." He waves walking to his car and getting in. I stand in the door frame watching as he pulls away and drives off.

"Try again… Just try again." I say to myself when I'm back inside and that's when the idea comes to me.