Two inseparable girls. You walk together all the time, giggling at every idiot tripping on their shoelaces. Cate's sweet sheepishness, captivating with her innocent little eyes, is always something sweet, just cute gossiping about stuff and authenticity. Still, you get to see more than just a facade shielding her inner world.

Her plump lips pouted as she spread her fingers on your bed, tilting her head to the side. Luke stopped in a piñata of his mincemeat just a few minutes ago, and she's shocked, to say the least. She just didn't feel well. She was breathing heavily, trying to focus on your figure pacing around the room littered with junk and magazines of all sorts.

Her blonde hair fell over her face as her green eyes began to slowly glass over. She looked down at you as you stepped closer with a mug of some sort of sedative, she didn't really care. "Thank you." Taking the mug, she took a few quick sips.

The bed creaked a little as you lowered yourself down next to Cate, as if to show her that here you were, close by and ready to give her a shoulder to cry on. She never had to ask. She just lowered her head, her fingers still tentatively going to your hands, trying to secure her position.

Moving a little closer her lips quivered as tears rolled down her ruddy cheeks. "You know, I just can't believe what happened." Leather gloves touched your skin coldly as she squeezed your hands lightly.