The next period was a blur. I spent most of the class listening to Cat go on about how she wants a pony, and how she loves stars, and hearts. The period after that I sat in between Beck and Cat. Jade wasn't in that class so at least I didn't have to deal with her being a total bitch. At the end of class, I told Beck that I was going to go over to Cat's and he drove us to her house.
"See you later Beck," I said giving him a half hug and getting out of the front seat of his car. Cat got out of the back seat and I followed her into the house.
"Mom!" Cat called walking towards the back of the house. "I'm home, and I brought a friend."
"Oh hi," Cat's mom said as we entered the kitchen. "I'm Mrs. Valentine."
"Hi, I'm Becca," I said reaching out an arm. Mrs. Valentine did the same and shook my hand.
"I was just taking out a batch of cookies," Mrs. Valentine said. "Double chocolate. I hope you like them."
"Gosh, I love double chocolate cookies. They're the best." I said smiling.
"That's what my Cat thinks." She said motioning to Cat who was eating a cookie.
"Yummy," she said smiling.
"So, are you new to Hollywood Arts?"
"Yeah, I just moved here from the east." I said taking a cookie off of the plate and taking a bite. They were delicious. Almost as good as my moms.
"So what made you decide to go to Hollywood Arts?" Cat's mom asked as she got out some juice from the fridge and a couple of glasses. She poured me and Cat each a glass.
"Thanks," I said taking the glass she handed me. "Well, my cousin Beck goes to Hollywood Arts, so his parents enrolled me in as well."
"Oh, I know Beck, he's a great kid."
"Yeah he is." I said smiling.
"Mom, they're Beck and Becca, isn't that cool. They're like practically twins." Cat said smiling.
"That is cool," Mrs. Valentine said smiling.
"We're going to go upstairs now mom," Cat said grabbing the plate and her cup.
"Have fun."
Cat lead me upstairs and to her bedroom. It was very girly. The wanes coating was a bright pink and the walls had a floral wall paper on it. There were pictures of bunnies on her wall and an orange C. Her bed had pink and orange sheets. It was a cute room, very Cat.
"What do you think?" she said motioning around her room.
"It's very girly," I said smiling.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Cat said getting defensive.
"I mean that it's really nice and pretty, very you, and I like it."
"Thanks," she said putting the plate of cookies down on her desk.
"You're welcome," I said smiling and reaching for another cookie. She sat down on her bed and I sat down next to her. "Your mom is really nice."
"Thank you," Cat said. "You know, she's the only one besides you who believes me about the faeries. Not even my dad believes me. He said that faeries are not real and that I should get my head out of the clouds. And then I called my brother, he doesn't live with us because he's at college, but anyway, I then called my brother, and I told him that I saw two faeries dancing together, and he said that I was stupid and that my mom was lying to me only to be nice and then I asked her if she was lying and she said she wasn't and then my dad said she was lying and then I told him he was lying and then I called my brother again and said he was lying, but he just hung up on me. My brother's weird, but not like a good weird, like a oh! weird. Do you know what I'm saying?"
"Yeah, I think I do," I said trying to follow everything that Cat was saying.
"I really like," Cat started saying, and then she just started giggling. When she stopped she said, "I just thought of something funny."
"That's cool, what was it?" I asked.
"My hair tastes like hair!" she said laughing.
"As hair usually does," I said laughing along with her.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," I said.
"Oh, okay! Oh yeah, I really like you, you're nice."
"Thank you, I really like you too. I've never met anyone like you before."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I've never met anyone with the cool ideas you have."
"Oh, thank you." Cat said smiling. "You know," Cat started. "Everyone's mean to me."
"That can't be true." I said. I'm sure that there were plenty of people who were mean to her, but not everyone, I know that Beck couldn't be mean to her, he's just not that kind of person.
"Well, I guess not," Cat said. "You're not mean to me."
"What about Beck?" I asked.
"What about Beck?" Cat asked sounding confused.
"Is Beck mean to you?" I reasked.
"Oh no," Cat said. "But Jade is."
"I have a feeling Jade is mean to everyone," I said.
"True," Cat said.