Robbie's POV
I had been sitting in my room for the past hour throwing a hackie sack up and down catching it each time. I didn't know what to do. All of these feelings were confusing and I could sit there and let me self screw up.
I know that protecting yourself is never the answer. I know that you have to take risks and make mistakes, but this is different. We're talking about Caterina Valentine here. You can't treat this like anything "normal".
I roll up off my back and into a sitting position before getting up and crossing my room to grab my guitar. I strum around for a little while, just standing there. I figured I was alone, so I decided to have little fun. I danced around acting like I was on a stage playing for a bunch of screaming people. I jumped in the air kicking my legs up behind me. I did that jump twirl thing and landed on my knees bending all the way back acting like a complete idiot. But I didn't care. Idiot or not it was fun, and I needed to get my mind off Cat for a little bit.
At that moment, when I practically laying on the ground strumming nonsense, a single chord came out. Then a line of lyrics popped into my head. The next thing I knew, I was getting up and sitting on the ground. I played the chord over and over again until I figured out a strumming pattern. Them I added about 3 or 4 more chords. The line that popped into my head minute before just happened to be growing more and more as I played. I played along with the melody in my head and hummed the words until I got it down. I began to play the first few chords before singing at the top of my lungs. Before the first word came out, my eyes were shut tightly and I was in my own little world.
She has no problem with secrets
She knows how to keep them
She never felt the need to let them show
And I've had no trouble with speaking
Or trusting my instincts
That maybe this is one that I should know
But as I'm waiting there
The devil on my shoulder stares
Laughing that the one thing I can't get
Is what I need
She, She is the words that I can't find
How can the only thing that's killing me make me feel so alive
And I couldn't speak
I couldn't breathe to save my life
All of my chances swim like sinking ships
This time it's it
I'll drown or make her mine
My vocal chords have been fighting
My mouth likes to spite me
It never says the words that come to mind
I brought a stick to a gun fight
And I'm stuck with my tongue tied
I run but I can't hide what's always there is
She, She is the words that I can't find
How can the only thing that's killing me make me feel so alive
And I couldn't speak
I couldn't breathe to save my life
All of my chances swim like sinking ships
This time it's it
I'll drown or make her mine
I can see these things I'd do
But never seem to follow through
She, She is the words that I can't find
How can the only thing that's killing me make me feel so alive
She, She is the words that I can't find
How can the only thing that's killing me make me feel so alive
And I couldn't speak
I couldn't breathe to save my life
All of my chances swim like sinking ships
This time it's it
I'll drown or make her mine
I couldn't speak
I couldn't breathe to save my life
All of my chances swim like sinking ships
This time it's it
I'll drown or make her mine
I stop suddenly on the last chord and last word to add the dramatic thing it needed. I breathe out deeply with a slight sigh to it before opening my eyes, and almost having a heart attack by what I saw. My dad was standing in the doorway leaning with his arms crossed listening.
"What are you doing here?" I ask quickly.
"It's past midnight… Why wouldn't I be home?" He asks me curiously. "The better question is, what are you doing up at 1 o'clock jamming out?" He chuckles walking in and sitting down next to me on my bed.
"How much of that did you hear?" I ask him scared of his opinion.
"A good enough amount to know that it's about somebody…" He smiles at me and rubs my on the shoulders. "It was really, really good son…"
"Thanks dad." I nervously smile.
"So who's it about?" My mom says from the door way.
"Really? You too!" I sigh.
"Yes me too. And you can't just sing something like that and not tell your mother who it's about! Spill!" She insists.
"I met a girl... Her name's Cat and she is absolutely amazing. She has bright red hair, like a red velvet cupcake, and these beautiful brown eyes and I have never felt this was about a girl before." I tell them.
"Did you ask her on a date?" My mom asks. She was always the hopeless romantic, and I think it's her I got it from. She was staring at me waiting for me to answer.
"Yea. We came back here after school and we went for a swim. And she was talking about how I deserved better than her and how I was such a sweet guy. I lifted her up and sat her on the side of the pool and told that… that she was amazing and beautiful and I asked her if she wanted to go and get some ice cream. The we drove all the way out to Hollywood, got ice cream and she showed me up to this secret hill that looks out over Hollywood and the Hollywood sign. We sat there under a blanket and talked and then I kissed her."
My mom was just sitting there quietly waiting for me to go on and say more. It was kind of funny, because she was leaning forward with a very interested and satisfied look on her face.
"AND!?" She says loudly.
"Then I drove her to her friend's house and she told me she had an amazing time."
"Congrats honey… I love you so much and I'm so happy for you, but I'm going to go to bed." My mother says bluntly and completely different than seconds before.
"Night mom." I say as she turns and walk into her room.
"So you wrote that about her?" My father asks.
"I know it's stupid. I know I just met her. I get it. And I get that you may not understand, but I've never felt this way before… about anyone." I sigh and get up to put my guitar away. I place it in the stand and pull the rubber clip across.
"Robbie, have I ever told you the story of how your mother and I met?" He asks when I turn around.
"Not really."
"It was in 8th grade. She had just moved into town. I was walking down the hallway with a couple of friends, not really paying attention, and I smacked into her. Her books went flying everywhere and she looked really upset. So I went and picked up all of her books and told my friends to go. I got to the last book, and I went to look up at her, but she was right there picking it up too. Her hand brushed mine and I looked into her eyes and I knew." He paused and continued a moment later.
"I knew she was going to be the one I would marry. I knew that it wouldn't be tomorrow or the day after, but I knew that when I was in my 20's, she would be the one. We dated, and we broke up, and we dated again, and we broke up. It happened like this until senior year when I got down on one knee and I told her, "This thing that we have is different than everybody else's. You mean the world to me and I never want to live without you. I know we're young and that we're not ready to get married, but I want to keep you close until we are. So let me put this ring on your finger and promise me that when we're ready, you'll be with me forever." Its cliché, I know, but it's true. It was love at first sight." He explains.
"Extremely cliché, but I'm sure you made her life perfect because of that." I chuckle.
"I hope I did. But Robbie, we have these feelings that make no sense. Our stomach turns for some of the most confusing reasons. They are there for a reason. That gut feeling is the one thing that you can always rely on. If you feel something for her, give it a try. You're young and you're here to make mistakes. So even if this doesn't work, at least you tried and you took that risk."
"Thanks Dad." I smile as he gets up and walks out. Right before he shuts my door he says goodnight and walks away. I turn off my light and crawl into bed. I spent the next hour trying to sleep, but all I could think about was her.
The next day I woke up around 10 to a new text from Cat. It came about a minute or two before, and my ringtone woke me up. I read the message which was quite simple,
Good morning gorgeous.
I smile at the simple but sweet words and reply back.
Hello beautiful. We need to talk. Meet me at my house around 1.
Ok. See ya. 3
Before one o'clock I needed to figure out the most romantic thing ever. When I went downstairs for food, it was raining pretty badly. No thunder or lighting, just a lot of water. The pitter patter of the drops hitting the back porch had a rhythmic patter to them and it made me smile. As I listened to the song the rain was playing, the perfect date came to me. I pull my phone out of my pocket and shoot Cat a new text.
Wear something you don't mind getting dirty :)
?
You'll see.
The rain was still going when Cat came to my door around 1:05. "It's hot out here. Isn't rain supposed to cool things?" She asks.
"Yea." I chuckles. "Nice outfit." I say genuinely.
"You're kidding right?"
"No, you look hot." I smile wrapping my arms around her and kiss her softly.
"You're funny. So why did you make me wear this?"
"Because we're going outside." I tell her grabbing her hand and pulling her into the rain. The streets were filling with puddles and the grass was muddy.
"What are you doing!?" She laughs as her body soaks.
"Playing in the rain." I tell her, dancing around.
"You're crazy…" She says picking up a handful of mud and throwing it at me. It hit me in the chest and splattered across my face and my shirt.
Cat's white t-shirt was starting to soak through and it was quite obvious that she had on a pink bra. She had on short shorts, because it was LA and it was always summer, and crappy sneakers. Her hair was up in a bun and she just looked sexy.
I grabbed a handful of mud and whipped it back at her. I splattered throughout her hair and down her back.
"Oh it's on…" She yelled at me chasing me across the front lawn, down towards the street. I was trying to doge the mud that was flying towards me, and I was doing pretty well until I practically walked into her hand. He mud flew across my face and she started to laugh hysterically.
"You have a little something on your face…" She points to my cheek.
"Yea and so do you." I point. She looked worried for a second and raised her hand to her cheek giving me the perfect opportunity to slather her right cheek with mud.
"Not cool man… Not cool." She laughed tackling me into a mud puddle. "Look who's dirty now…"
I flipped her over into the mud and straddled her waist. "You."
I get up and run away from her until I get to the street. There was a huge puddle between my lawn and the pavement, so I walked into the middle of it. The water soaked through my shoes and socks, making my feet feel really weird. Cat followed me and stood a few feet away from me.
"I didn't know you meant this dirty." She laughed.
"Do you want to clean up?" I asked her.
"Just to get the mud off of my face, but this is fun!" She told me.
"I can help with the mud." I tell her leaning down and pushing the water, that was up to my mid shin, up and into her face. She wipes her face off with her hands and just glares at me. I walk forward and caress her cheek. I rub my thumb over her cheek, wiping off the remaining dirt, and look into her eyes.
I lean in and press my lips to hers. Cat pulls back slightly and smiles. "A kiss in the rain is every girls dream…"
I pull her back in and attack her lips with mine. Our tongues decided to take over from there, opening out lips slightly, and introducing themselves. I deepened the kiss just enough so that it was still acceptable to do in public, but enough to make my point. We stood there, in each other's arms for 10 minutes, just enjoying the company. Finally when the rain had soaked throughout skin and he mud got to be too much, we went back up to the porch. My parents were out for the rest of the day doing errands so I invite Cat back in, so she could stay for dinner.
"Want to shower?" I ask her.
"That would be nice." She laughs rubbing the mud on her face.
"Here's a towel." I say giving her one. "I'll get out some stuff that you can borrow."
"If it's yours I may not give it back." She laughs.
"That's fine." I smile showing her to the bathroom. "So this is the bathroom. When you're done, come in my room and there will be some stuff out on my bed. I'm going to shower in my parents room."
"Ok. Thanks." She leans in and kisses me once more before going into the bathroom and washing off the most fun we've both probably had since we were 5.
So… Fluffy enough? Haha well I hope you liked it! I loved writing this chapter, it was just so cute! Well thanks for reading!
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