Author's Note:This chapter just introduces Cat and her take on the romance between her and Jade. That's really all I can say about it! Remember: I do not own the characters of Victorious. The only thing that's mine is the plot, of course. Enjoy!

Cat's POV

I woke up to an odd sound. This was nothing new coming from my house, though. I was still living home with my parents and my crazed brother. I couldn't wait until after the summer where my love, Jade, and I would live together in a whole new world. Way away from here. The odd sound kept going and going. I slipped out of bed and slid on my pink Hello Kitty robe and headed for the hallway. I followed the noise all the way to the bathroom, and that's when it sounded familiar. It was a plunger. My brother must've clogged the toilet again; after all, we did have bean burritos for dinner the night before. I poked my head in and tapped on the door.

"Come in," he said and I did. I stood in the doorway and watched.

"Why are you using the plunger on the mirror?" I asked, as if he would have a semi-normal answer.

"To see what's on the other side, stupid," he said. I rolled my eyes and closed the door. There was a reason that I used my parents' bathroom just about every morning to get ready for my day.

I made my way to the front of our house and looked out the window to see if they were home. They had already left for work, thank goodness. The three of us have been fighting non-stop because of the whole thing with Jade. They hate that the fact that their daughter is a lesbian, even though I'm not sure what I really am. That's just what they labeled me. They caught Jade and me in the act about two weeks ago after months of keeping it under wraps. I think they were even more upset when they found out it was Jade, though. I mean, she's not the kind of girl you'd bring home to mom and dad no matter what your gender is. But it's not like they caught us effing. We were just snuggling…and Jade's hand happened to be down my pants while we were watching television…on the couch. It's not my fault my parents decided to come home early from vacation! Ever since that day, my mother has yet to look me in the eyes and my father calls me Caterina, something the both of them only did when they were angry at me. And the both of them have yet to listen to me – not that they ever did. My brother was always so weird and he was always getting in trouble, so I'm used to them ignoring me, but when they accuse me of being a lesbian and tell me it's wrong, I think I have some say in the matter. But I didn't. As always.

I followed the hall to my parents' bathroom, grabbing a towel and a washcloth on the way from the linen closet. I washed my hair first, loving the pink foam it made because of the red hair dye I recently put in. I blew the foam off of my hands and watched it fall to the bottom of the tub and wash down the drain. I shaved my legs after that, and my lady area because Jade said only one of us could have pubic hair and it wasn't going to be me. I didn't mind, because I pretty much shaved the whole area before we started hooking up. I left a little bit that I always wanted to dye red, but I was too embarrassed to go to a spa or salon to get it done. I could never do it myself, in fear of messing up what Jade called "the purrfect pussy." I took extra care to make sure I was squeaky clean all over before I got out of the shower. After I was as dry as I could get, I brushed my teeth and headed for my room. I looked into the hall bathroom where my brother was in the tub now. He wasn't bathing; he was just sitting in the tub, with his clothes on and staring at the ceiling. Weirdo.

Today's outfit would consist of a brightly colored floral dress with no sleeves and a "peter pan" collar. I slipped on some bright teal wedges with cork bottoms that didn't completely match the blue in my dress, but it was fine. Underneath I had a pair of black hipster panties with silver robots all over them and a black bra to match. After getting completely ready, which took about another hour because my hair was just getting longer and longer, I called up Jade. It was noon-fifteen, meaning Jade was probably just waking up. I loved being the first voice she heard in the morning, err, afternoon. I spun around in the chair in front of the vanity in my room and looked towards the window. It was a perfect day today; I hoped that the two of us could spend it entirely together. My train of thought was broken when I heard her voice.

"Hey pretty kitty," she said. Her voice in the morning was my favorite. It was almost the same sultry voice that whispered to me between the sheets.

"Morning sunshine," I said and couldn't help but smile. "How'd you sleep?"

"Alright, wish I could've slept with you though," she said. I love when she said things like this. She never did in public or when we were around our group of friends. Words like those were just for the two of us.

"I know, but we'll be able to in Florida. I'm counting down the days. It's bittersweet. I'm going to miss everyone, but I'm glad we're starting a new chapter of our lives together," I said.

"Okay Kitten, don't get too sappy. I just got up, remember? I still want to have sugar in my coffee," she chuckled and she cleared her voice. "I'm going to come over, I just need an hour."

"Alrighty that's fine. If you don't wanna go out for lunch or anything, I could whip up something in that time. It's just my brother here, and he's in the…well, he's occupied, so it'll pretty much just be us until four," I said.

"That sounds good to me. I'm in the mood for waffles, okay?" she said and I nodded even though she couldn't see me.

"Mmkay, waffles it is! I'll see you when you get here. I love you," I said to her. I heard a brief sigh on the other line.

"I know. Me too," she said. "Later."

"Bye," I said and hung up.

I wished for it but didn't get it as always. You know, for her to say that she loved me back. When I said it to her the first time, she just smiled and kissed me on the head. I can appreciate the fact that she won't say it because she won't mean it – but it did hurt. When I told her how I felt about how she completely ignored it, she started saying 'I know me too' and told me that I could interpret it anyway I wanted to. It could've meant she loved herself, too. Or the 'me too' could've meant that she loved me back. I picked the latter, just because it's what I always wanted. So in my head and in my brain she loved me back and that was that. If I got hurt by her, I had nobody to blame but myself, though. She told me that, too. She never wanted to hurt me, and if she did, it wasn't intentional. She said she knows what it's like, and I knew, too. We all knew. Beck was screwing girls from Northridge to get "the hookup" for drugs behind Jade's back. The two of them broke up a few months after they got back together at a dance and it took a while after she found out, but they became friends again. It would never go any further, though. And thank goodness, because I wanted Jade all to myself, although I don't think Jade wanted a relationship. She just liked the fun of us. The sneaking out to be together? I knew she only liked it because I was pure and she was corrupting me each day we spent together. I liked it, too, though. The rebelling against my parents? She loved that, because she knew that even though I could be a stupid girl sometimes, I wasn't that stupid to be controlled by my parents anymore. I was a legal adult and I could do as I please. I loved the way Jade made me feel, in all ways. I was a brand new person with her, and I never wanted anything or anyone else. I could only hope Jade felt the same way.

Even if she didn't say it.