Everybody's Fool

Digidestend Angel

I Do NOT Own Victorious or Any Of The Songs Used

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Chapter Thirty-Eight

Job Searching

"Cat."

Cat looked over at Beck after they finished grocery shopping and was holding his hand, while his other hand was gripping the steering wheel. "Yes, love?"

"Even though I still have money in the bank, enough to help us out, it won't last us forever." Beck suddenly commented, keeping his eyes on the road. "I can't get any stunt doubles jobs or movie roles for some reason. I need to get a job."

"How about I get a job?" Cat suggested. "I had to quit my job since I can't exactly dance for the summertime." She put a hand on her 20 week stomach. "You need to focus on your career. Let me-"

"Hell no." Beck glared to her quickly before looking back to the road. "You're pregnant, Cat. You don't need to work right now. Or anytime soon. I want you to relax."

Cat sighed. "So…where will you go?"

"Maybe the Beverly Center?" Beck looked to Cat with some hope. "I hear a few stores are hiring."

"Hmm…that's a grand idea." Cat smiled to him. "I like the way you think."

Beck brought her little hand to his mouth, giving it a quick kiss. "All I want to do is support you and the baby, kitten. I love you both so much."

"I can't wait to find out what we're having next week." Cat squeaked.

"I already can see it now." Beck grinned. "I can't wait to look at you and say "I told you so" when they say it's a boy."

Cat rolled her eyes. "And if you're wrong…I may have to head to the hospital because I'll be laughing so hard it'll hurt the baby."

"Ha-ha, we'll see about that."

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Beck, Robbie, and Andre sat at the dining table in Robbie and Andre's apartment, with job applications spread out everywhere in front of them. "Alright, guys, we have the applications, so let's fill them out." Andre sighed out, holding up his pen, clicking on the top to bring out the ink. "Let's start with…Apple." After filling out the basics, they went into the questions. "Why do you want to work for Apple?"

Beck snorted. "Because I need a damn job."

"That may not work there, Beck." Andre told him. "Why do I want to work for Apple?"

The boys stayed quiet and then Robbie snapped his fingers. "I know why!" He began writing things down. "I want to work for Apple because I want to explore my horizons with the now-and-day technologies…"

Beck and Andre sighed. All they heard after that was blah, blah, blah out of Robbie's mouth. "Okay, well, Robbie found the job he likes." Beck mumbled as he pushed that application aside, as did Andre. "Hmm…Lids…"

"My kind of store!" Andre fist-pumped the air and they both wrote down the basics like the last one before moving onto the questions. "Where do you see yourself in 5 years?" Andre tapped his pen against his chin. "Hmm…an awesome, famous, totally wicked cool music artist!"

"Yes, that's exactly what a small retail store wants to know." Beck sighed. "Um…what qualities could you bring into the Lid's company?" Beck blinked. "Um…I guess…I don't know. I look awful in those types of hats."

"Yeah, you do." Andre chuckled. "I look sexy in them."

"Get over yourself, will you?" Beck glared. He finished that application before moving onto the next one. "Hmm…Sheikh Shoes…Do you show great leadership in your everyday life?"

Andre scoffed. "Yes, you do."

Beck narrowed his eyes. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're the most conceited, bossy guy alive." Robbie answer bluntly. Beck glared to him, making the poor guy cower. "But you're still so giving and handsome, I swear!"

Andre rolled his eyes. "Idiot."

"Why should we hire you here at Sheikh Shoes?" Beck rubbed his lips together before writing down his answer. "Because I would be great at customer service and a great team player."

"Gay."

"Shut up, Robbie."

"Next." Andre turned over to the next job, seeing it was Sunglasses Hut. "Hmm…" And then sighed. "Why is Job Hunting so boring?"

"Because it's the worst part of growing up." Beck grumbled, leaning back in his chair. "Getting married, having a kid, paying rent to Cat's dad…yeah, my parents didn't prepare me enough for this shit."

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Cat sighed. "I know Beck doesn't want me to get a job, but can you guys blame me for wanting to help out a little?"

Tori pat her head from sitting next to her at the dining table at Cat's house. "No, of course not! Cat, it's totally understandable!"

"Enough talk, and let's just get these damn applications out of the way." Jade mumbled as they separated the piles. "It's too bad we're so different, or else we could've possibly worked at the same place."

"I don't want to work at Hot Topic, Jade." Tori glared. "I prefer Couch or Tiffany's, thank you very much."

"You're NOT welcome."

"Enough." Cat sighed in annoyance. "I'm starting with Claire's." The redhead went into her own little world of filling out the job applications for Claire's, Perfume Shop, Tiffany's, and Coach. Pretty much places that don't involve heavy lifting, for the sake of her unborn child. She was praying she could get a job. Sure, Beck would be absolutely furious with her, but she didn't care. She wasn't going to put all the finances on Beck's shoulders, along with everything else he has to deal with. "Ooh!" She squealed.

Tori jumped. "What?"

Cat giggled and took Tori's hand, putting it to the side of her stomach. "She or he is moving again."

Tori gasped. "Oh, Cat! That's so beautiful!"

"Let me feel!" Jade growled as she ran over to the other side fo the table and put her hand where Tori's was. "Oh my goodness…Cat…" Jade smiled gently, her mood changing drastically. "He or she is moving."

"Kicking, actually." Cat sighed happily. "I can't wait to be a mommy."

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When Cat returned home again that night after going with Tori and Jade to drop off all the applications, Beck was asleep on the couch. She smiled gently and ran her fingers through his hair. "Beck, baby. Wake up. Let's go to bed, honey." She said softly after giving his forehead a small kiss. He groaned a little and opened his eyes, seeing her smiling face. "Hi, handsome. How was your day?"

Beck smiled sleepily as he sat up, but he pulled Cat down and she sat on his lap, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. "It was alright, but I still missed you." He kissed her cheek. "How was yours?"

"Good…" Cat gulped out of nervousness. "Beck, there is something I need to confess…"

Beck leaned away from her and looked to her with worry. "What?"

Cat bit her lip before answering. "Tori, Jade, and I went job hunting today too."

Beck looked away, obviously pissed. "Cat."

"Beck, I don't want you to be stuck with all the money issues!" Cat tried to console him. "Let me help!"

"No!" Beck shouted. "You need to relax and rest!"

Cat raised an eyebrow at his rising voice and stood from his lap. "Well, guess what? I am my own women, okay? I can make decisions on my own! And if you don't like that, then you can sleep in one of the guest rooms tonight!"

Beck scoffed. "You wouldn't dare." Cat realized he was testing her and walked towards the bedroom. He suddenly heard her grunting, as if she was throwing something. "Oh shit." He muttered as he jogged to the hallway, only to see Cat throwing his clothes from her bedroom to the one across the hall. "What the hell are you doing? All I said is that I don't want you to overwhelm yourself while you're pregnant, so you go on and throw me out of the room? That makes no sense!"

"Stop yelling at me!" Cat snapped at him, throwing a pair of his jeans at him.

"No!" Beck yelled out, still dodging the clothes she was throwing at him. "I don't deserve this! I do everything for you! I wait on you hand and foot! And yet, this is how you treat me?"

"You're acting like I treat you like you're some sort of slave!" Cat argued out.

"You treat me like it sometimes since I feel so trapped!" Beck shouted, but shut up soon after. Cat looked horrified as tears came to her eyes and her hands went to her mouth. His lip trembled as he tried to slowly walk towards her. "Oh, no…oh, babygirl, I didn't mean that." He could hear her softly whimpering as she continued to stare at him with fear. "Don't be scared of me. I'm not mad. I'm just stressed out. I don't want to be in financial trouble, but I don't want to get to the point that we'll have to beg our parents for money. I want to support you. I want to give you everything you need. I want to do all these things, but it's getting harder than I thought it would be." As the tears finally left her eyes, Cat started sobbing. He quickly went up to her and wrapped her into his loving arms. "Ssshhh, it's okay. It's okay. We'll be alright. We've been through worse than this."

Cat was gripping his shirt he had on, crying into it. "I don't want you to feel trapped!" She shrieked out, which was muffled by his shirt. "I love you, but you can leave whenever you want! I won't stop you!"

"Stop it." Beck growled, rubbing her back. "I don't feel trapped. I'm so happy to be here with you. I'm so willing and ready to help you as much as I can. Like I said, I was stressed out and losing control of myself when I said those awful words to you, and for that, I am so sorry. I usually can control my temper, but I reached that limit today. You're such a sweetheart for wanting to help me out with money wise situations. If it means that much to you, you have my full support behind you to get a job." Soon Cat's sobs died down and she wrapped her weak arms around his body, leaning her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He continued to rub her back, resting his chin on her head. "I love you more than life, Cat."

Cat let out a large breath and sniffled. "I love you too, Beck."

Okay, end story. And end everything. I already made a fucking will and my brothers will go to my sister, and my son will be fine with his dad. I'm just done screwing up. I'm done. And again, I'm sorry for bothering anyone on this site. Have a good life (lives), everyone.

-D-A-