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Everybody's Fool

Chapter 40: Boy From Across The Road

I do NOT own Victorious

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Cat stepped out of her 2013 Kiwi Green Ford Fiesta her parents bought her for her 20th birthday a few weeks before as she juggled locking the car and getting her house keys out. When she was almost to the front door, she heard footsteps run up from behind her. She flinched as she forced herself to turn around. A Latino boy stood there with a pure whitened teeth smile plastered on his face. "Hi." She mumbled in confusion.

The boy didn't even look to be older than 18, so what did he want?

"Hi there!" He greeted, loudly, which startled Cat a bit. "I'm Carlos Ramsey. I just moved in across the street."

"Oh, you are the lucky one to finally buy that house." Cat loosened up a little and smiled back. "It's been on the market for months."

"It has, but it's going to be my fixer-upper house." Carlos shrugged. "I've always been into those kinds of stuff."

"Well, I'm Caterina Valentine. You can call me Cat though." Cat shook his hand, which felt cold and tense. "I live here with my fiancée, Beckett Oliver. He goes by Beck."

"Beckett Oliver?" Carlos looked questionable. "The stunts double?"

Cat's eyes widened. "You've heard of his work?"

"His last movie he did was awesome! My friends and I were so in awe by his stunts he did for Orlando Bloom!" Carlos looked excited. "Aw, man, I hope I can meet him!"

"Well he lives here, so I'm sure you'll see him around." Cat giggled. "He works a lot though, so maybe not. You never know."

"Yeah- oh, what's that?" Carlos narrowed his eyes and pointed to the swing Cat loved to sit on and read at sometimes on the front porch. Cat turned and gasped. "It's a rose."

She groaned as she picked the rose up. "Yes, I have a secret admirer."

"Oh…" Carlos made an 'o' with his lips. "I bet Beckett doesn't like that."

"Not a chance." Cat shrugged it off. "So anyways, do you live alone?"

"Yup." He nodded. "I'm going to college at UCLA in town and I work two jobs, so I was finally able to afford a house."

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" Cat asked, curiosity getting the best of her.

"I'm 22." Carlos chuckled. "Let me guess: I look like I'm 17 or 18."

"Yes." Cat giggled. "Sorry. I look younger than I am too."

"How many months along are you?" He motioned to her pregnant stomach.

"6 months tomorrow." Cat patted her stomach. "He's going to be here before we know it."

"He?"

"Yup." Cat smiled brightly. "We found out 2 weeks ago that it's a boy. My fiancée is very happy about that."

"I bet." Carlos chuckled. "Well, I better be getting back home. I hope to see Beckett sometime. And hey, if you ever need help, feel free to ask." He motioned to the flower.

She understood and nodded. "Thanks, Carlos. Nice meeting you." They shook hands and Cat went inside as Carlos went into his home. Cat leaned against the front door…there was something about that boy that she didn't trust. She shrugged it off and put the flower on the table by the front door, so Beck could see it. She didn't even want to read the card that it had tied to it. Beck can read it. She didn't want to.

She wasn't exactly comfortable with someone possibly watching her every move.

She shivered at the thought and couldn't stop herself when she looked around. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"BARK!"

"AH!" She screamed sharply. She was startled by the dog's bark in the backyard to the point, she lost footing and suddenly she collided with the floor. "OW!" She cried out in pain as she held her stomach. She kept screaming for help, but she forced herself to crawl to her purse and grabbed her phone. She dialed 9-1-1.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"My name is Caterina Valentine, I live at 22487 S. Crimson St. in Las Angeles…I need help." She gasped out.

"Help is on the way. Can you tell me what's happened?"

"I fell…" She whimpered, laying down on her back on the tile floor. She was feeling too weak. "I'm pregnant…and it hurts."

She heard the woman talking on a radio and then came back to her. "They're almost to your home, Miss Valentine. Are you bleeding?"

"I don't know." Cat sobbed. "Help me…I need my fiancée."

"Stay on the phone with me until the paramedics arrive and then they can call your fiancée for you, Caterina."

"Kay…" She breathed out, but the pain was getting unbearable. "I can't lose my baby…"

"You won't, dear. Just think happy thoughts."

Suddenly the front door was slammed open and 2 paramedics were at her side. She said goodbye and thanks to the operator and then saw 3 firemen come in. Dang, everyone comes in case of an emergency, huh? A police car pulled up as well…this isn't good. Not one bit.

"I need my fiancée, Beck." Cat said as they were trying to get her on a breathing mask.

"What's his number?" A fireman asked, taking out a pen and paper.

"559-555-6545." Cat told them. "His name is Beck Oliver." She felt them lift her onto a gurney and strap her in before wheeling her out. "I fell…"

"Okay, Caterina, we need you to take deep breaths." One said to her as they put her in the ambulance.

The next thing Cat saw was blackness…

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Beck was dully sitting at his work behind the counter, reading some news article off his Pear-Pad, since there was absolutely nothing to do. His work was never busy, so it was kind of dull. He always liked it when he worked with Cat, but she was off earlier today, so he was alone for a couple more hours…his cell phone rang. "Hello?" He answered, seeing it was a number he didn't recognize.

"Yes, is this Beck Oliver?"

Beck's heart dropped. "Yeah…"

"Mr. Oliver, my name is Jackson, I'm with the LA Fire Department. We're tending to your fiancée-"

"Oh my God." Beck clenched his fists. "Is she alright?"

"She was at home when she had a bit of an accident and fell down onto the tile floor. She was having minor bleeding and was complaining of a stomach pain. She's being rushed to the LA Emergency Room as we speak. She said to call you to let you know."

Beck was breathing heavily. "T-thank you…I'll be there as soon as I can." And he hung up, unable to listen anymore. He pulled himself together as he called his boss, telling him he was closing the store until someone else could get there, because there was an emergency…

His fiancée MAY be having a miscarriage.

"Oh Cat…"

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Okay, guys, here's where YOU come in: what would make the story?

-Cat to lose the baby?

-The baby to make it?

Think about the story first and the storyline. Do you guys want violence or sappiness? (Gunner3284, I already know which one you prefer.)

Review and let me know.

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Random Fact about DA: I adore Jeff Dunham :) if I could marry Peanut, I would :) I love all Jeff's videos. "SILENCE! I KILL YOU!"