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Chapter 5

He exhaled deeply. He was in no mood for this and just wanted to go to sleep. "What did she send you for?" Beck sighed as he made his way to the trailer, unlocking it and gesturing her inside. He let the door swing closed behind them. He wondered what was up with Cat, as she normally is so bright and hyper and bubbly and happyhappyhappy but she was being uncharacteristically quiet and nervous. It was kind of freaking him out.

"She feels…bad for what she said earlier." Cat seemed almost reluctant to continue, looking like she was choosing her words carefully. "And she wants to know if you'd consider… getting back with her." She looked down at her feet. He could tell, for whatever reason, that this was hard for her to say.

Beck furrowed my brows. "Why can't she just tell me all of this herself?" He moved to sit down on his small bed after he dropped his keys on the bedside table, threw away his trash, and took his jacket off. He noticed she still hadn't moved from her spot by the door and was still staring at the floor and had one hand wrapped around her elbow and the other across her chest. It struck him just how much Cat looked, and behaved, like a child. It was like she was trying to stay a kid. He wonders for a second why this is, but doesn't need to worry about her problems, too.

He's intensely studying her, wondering why she's acting so out of character all of a sudden. He forgets his previous question as he stands up and takes half a step in her general direction. He could sense from the minute he recognized that it was her on his drive that something was off. She was clearly troubled by something. All of a sudden he gets a strange urge to figure out what it was. Not worrying about other people's problems be damned.

"Cat?" He starts, not knowing quite how to begin. He settles for easing his way into it. "We're friends, right?" He asks.

She still hadn't looked up from the carpet but answers him in a small voice. "Yes."

"So, as the friends that we are, we should be able to tell each other if something were wrong, right?" He asks firmly, not wanting to scare her, but also wanting some answers.

"Yes." She manages.

He can see her resolve growing weaker. "So, if something were bothering you, you could totally tell me." He states. He doesn't know why he's so fascinated with this. Maybe because it distracts him from thinking about his own problems.

Suddenly, she snaps her head up to look him right in the eyes. He's surprised, yet not at the same time to see them glassy with unshed tears. He was never that good at reading peoples' emotions through their eyes but for some reason he can just see the hurt and pain in Cat's stare plain as day. It occurs to him that that's because she wasn't trying to hide it. He mentally shakes his head at how dramatic this all was.

She seemed to pull herself together and gather her strength to say her next few sentences. "Beck… you should get back together with Jade. You guys aren't over. You...you need to be together right now. It's best for everyone. I know you probably don't understand but just trust me. Please. Get Jade back. She needs you." Cat seemed to almost beg him to take her back. She's right, he doesn't understand. Not one bit.

"Cat, what are you talking about? I don't want to get back with her." He says this, sure of it now. And as the words come out of his mouth, a lone tear comes rolling out of her eye.

"No, please. You don't understand. You have to be with her, you just have to!" She pleaded with him, hysterical and if he was lost before, he was beyond confused now. What the hell is going on?

He takes another step towards her and is now determined to figure this out. "Cat, listen to me. You need to just tell me what this is really about and why you're so upset." He doesn't like it when girls cry, and he's so super confused and needed her to clear this up for him, and her turning into a puddle of sad wasn't going to make it any easier for either of them.

She wipes her face and puts on such a bright smile that it must hurt her cheeks. But for some reason he can't explain, it hurts him to see just how fake it is. It makes him wonder for a second if all of her smiles are this forced.

"No. Don't do that, Cat. Don't shut me out. Don't pretend you're happy." He is legitimately worried about her now. Sure, he was never super close friends with her, but they were friends regardless, and he wasn't just going to let her be this clearly upset about whatever the hell it was that she was upset about.

Her bright smile falters and he takes so much pity on her for a second, it's scary.

She shakes her head and closes her eyes tightly. Just as he's about to say something, she speaks up, if not a little weak. "I can't explain it to you Beck. You wouldn't get it."

He takes a moment of silence to gather the words that are jumbled around in his frazzled mind. He's still confused as hell, because she's not making a lick of sense. He decides to just tell her what's on his mind. "Look, Cat, I still don't exactly know why you came here. But I just know this: I don't want to get back together with Jade. But, I will admit that I probably should see her and work things out. But whatever it is that you are hiding, bottling up inside, it's not healthy. And I know we haven't always been the best of friends, but I don't like seeing you hurt, Cat. And I don't like seeing you pretend to be happy, and if that's how it is all of the time, it really doesn't have to be like that. You deserve to be truly happy, Cat." He finishes, letting out a breath, and remaining a calm exterior. He's kind of embarrassed that he sounded like a clichéd tool after she doesn't say anything for almost a whole minute.

She smiles after a while and he lets out a breath. This time, it's a genuine one. "Thank you, Beck." She surprises him by rushing forward and wrapping her tiny arms around his waist, and burying her head in his chest. "You should be happy too. And we both know who would make that happen." She speaks so quietly he almost doesn't hear her. But he instantly gets who she is referring to, and it's not his moody ex-girlfriend. He gulps noisily and stiffens, not wanting to think of all of that anymore tonight.

He awkwardly pats her on the back for a second before she draws back and turns for the door. He stops her by putting a hand on her shoulder. He hesitates for a second, thinking it over. "Anytime you need to talk, I'm here." He doesn't know why he says it, but it feels right. This girl needs a friend.

She just nods and backs away, stopping as she reaches the trailer door. She smiles and looks up at him. "This could be the start of a beautiful friendship, Becky." She giggles like her usual self and is out the door in a flash.

He runs his hands through his dark hair and exhales. She's an odd one. He sits on the bed, unlacing his boots and kicks them off, wondering how exactly he got promoted up to Cat's go-to man. He lays back on his bed, covering his eyes with his arm completely exhausted. What a day, he thinks, and he doesn't even have the energy to change out of his school clothes.

He dreams of red that night.

A/N: Well there you have it. I decided to squeeze this chapter out because Jersey Shore put me in a good mood. Ahhh, guidos make me laugh. Not much Bori angst this chapter, but that's because I wanted little Cat to get her big break, so to speak. Obviously, Kitty has some serious problems she's wrestling with, and it seems lil' B just might be the friend she needs for that. But that's all they are. Friends. Also, she was super OOC this chapter but for good reason. She's hinting at certain things that probably don't make much sense to you all but you'll see in the future. :) So yeahhhh. Next chapter will be comparatively longer. Also, we get a glimpse into Beck's homelife, and also quite possibly a certain moody bitch has a few surprises up her sleeve for lil B. Not like, she breaks into his house and gives him a striptease or anything. Ew. Nothing like that. That'd just be... No. GROSS! VISUALS!

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I'm weird and tripping on red bull. Anyways, as always, a million hugs and kisses for the reviews and alerts and favorites. You make me extremely happy.