I was sat in the black box theatre with Robbie after everyone else had left the school after the showing of Becks movie; he had just finished singing a song that he had written. It was a really sweet song, and whoever it was written for was a lucky girl. She must be totally amazing for someone to write a song like that about her; telling her how 'Swell' she was, I wished someone would do the same for me.

"What if I just dye my hair blonde?" I suggested "That way Evan would still like me" I looked at him, he had his face screwed and he was shaking his head he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"No" he started "Cat you don't need to dye your hair, you're honestly the most perfect person I know everything about you is perfect he started to list of the things about me on his fingers; your eyes, your hair your smile your voice… Everything… And any guy who can't see that doesn't deserve to be with you…" I cut him off from speaking by grabbing his neck and kissing him; it was a giant risk, but one that I had to take; I couldn't sit back and pretend any more. This wasn't the first time I had kissed Robbie, but it was by far the nicest, the last time I kissed him was to prove a point, but even though I didn't admit it at the time I did feel something, and since then, I hadn't been able to get the boy out of my mind.

I could feel him smiling through the kiss, making me smile too. Robbie pulled out of the kiss and grabbed my hand, his fingers entwined in mine. For so long I have wanted to sit like this with the boy who was beside me, for so long I had wanted to kiss him again.

"Robbie" I broke the silence "Who was the song for?" I asked scared to find out the answer; scared that maybe there was someone who he wanted more than me.

He turned his head to face me looking straight in to my eyes "You" he said honestly, "Did you like it?" he asked the same way I had just asked him who it was for, I nodded smiling.

"I loved it" I admitted, with a smile, I started to stand up; he tightened his grip on my hand, not wanting me to move "What are you doing?" I asked looking confused.

"I don't want you to leave" he confessed tugging on my hand lightly as if to pull me back to my seat.

"Robbie, I'm not going anywhere without you" I said looking down at him "Come on" I said nodding my head to the door "Let's catch up to the others"

He stood up slowly "I'll need to ditch my guitar somewhere" he said looking around the room.

"Just put it in its case and carry it on your back" I said swinging my spare hand.

"Okie dokie" he said with a smile on his face, he let go of my hand so he could put the guitar in its case I watched every move he made, it was like I was unable to look away from him, he slung the guitar over his back, he stood there gawkily wearing a light blue shirt and skinny jeans, honestly he looked amazing, and the guitar only made him more appealing. I bit my lip and smiled at him.

He walked back over to me and held out his hand, I took it smiling up at him, I stood on my tip toes to kiss him again, I couldn't not, he was perfect, and not a lot of people would agree but he was all I wanted, and now that I had him I wasn't going to let him go, as he pulled away, I licked his lower lip. He looked down at me and smiled. The two of us walked from the black box theatre hand in hand, swinging them by our sides. I finally had him; Robert Shapiro was finally my boyfriend.