Wish You Were Here

A Story by Ari Cash

Another short story. Same show; same couple. Enjoy! :D

The stars lean down to kiss you

And I lie awake and miss you

Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere

Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly

But I'll miss your arms around me

I'd send a postcard to you, dear

'Cause I wish you were here

Cat finds that she can't sleep, no matter what she tries to do. As she tosses and turns under her cotton candy colored sheets she squeezes her eyes shut and tries to do everything she can�"counting sheep, humming her favorite song, eating some leftover bibble she managed to stash away in one of her drawers�"but absolutely nothing works.

Opening her eyes again she sighs and bites down on her lip as she stares up at the ceiling, hugging Mr. Purples, the giraffe he gave to her on her 15th birthday to her chest.

Honestly, she can't help but miss him. It's been two weeks since he left for Canada with his family to go on vacation, and as a result her heart has a tiny hole in it. As of late her father's been getting a little rough with her, and she just wants to feel Beck's strong and protective arms around her, whispering in her ear that everything would be okay.

As the pale moonlight bounces inside of her room, she looks down at her hands and then immediately regrets it. She immediately remembers how Beck's fingers always perfectly fit in hers, and that memory doesn't make her feel any better, or make her miss her boyfriend any less.

Why did it always seem that the Oliver's vacations were always happening at the wrong time?

She sits up straight in her bed and turns the lamp next to her nightstand on. Her eyes scan over her belongings strewn every which way briefly before landing on her PearPhone. She grabs it and quickly sifts through her contacts for a second or two before finding Beck's number.

Technically, she knew she shouldn't call him. He was more than likely sleeping, seeing as Canada was three hours ahead of California, and it had just hit 12:00 a.m. where she is.

But then again, she misses him so much that before anymore doubt can penetrate her head her finger taps the screen and it's ringing on the other line.

Rrrring…rrrring…

"C'mon, pick up, pick up!" She squeals.

Rrrring…rrrring…

"Cat?" Beck's deep voice rings in her ears and a smile instantly touches her lips.

"Yay, you picked up!" She exclaims happily, speaking as soft as possible as not to wake her parents.

Beck's voice is tinged with concern along with sleepiness. "Yeah I did. What's up? You okay, kitten?"

She nods, despite the fact that he can't see her. "I'm fine, Beck. I just wanted to talk…is that okay?"

A warm chuckle escapes his lips, sending butterflies through her stomach a mile a minute. "I guess so…but it's pretty late. You don't wanna do this tomorrow-"

"No!" She says quickly, louder than she meant to. "Please, Beck. I need to talk to you."

Her worried tone is enough to wake Beck fully out of his half-sleepy state. She hears a bit of squeaking, and she can only assume that he's sitting up in his bed. "What's the matter, babe?"

She bites her lip again. "It's about my dad. He's been getting angrier lately-"

Beck immediately interrupts her. "Do you need me to fly down there and punch his face in? Because I will if you need me to."

She giggles a little. She loves how Beck is so protective of her. "No, I'm fine. It's just that I feel kinda afraid sometimes."

There's a bit of a pause. "I'm sorry, Cat."

Her brows furrow. "About what?"

"Not being there for you. I should be with you right now, in fact." He sighs heavily. "It's only a few more days, though. Then I'll be back, okay?"

She nods again. "Okay. I really, really miss you, Beck. I wish you were here with me."

He sighs once more. "I miss you too, kitten. Just be a little bit more patient, okay?"

"Kay-kay." She then yawns sleepily.

He chuckles. "Sounds like a certain pretty lady is ready for bed."

"I am kinda tired…"

"Yeah, me too. We had a long day today. But listen, I'll call you tomorrow."

"Promise?"

"I promise, kitten."

Pause. "I love you, Beck."

As he answers, she can imagine his smile. "I love you too, Cat."

She yawns. "Goodnight, Prince Eric."

He laughs at the nickname. He knows The Little Mermaid is her favorite movie, and a lot of people say that they look like Ariel and Eric.

"Goodnight, Ariel."

Cat giggles as the call ends. She buries herself under her covers, and within minutes her eyelids droop slowly and she's fast asleep, dreaming of her prince.

I don't feel so alone

As many times as I blink

I'll think of you tonight

© 2012 Ari Cash

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zainul

Wonderful write

Posted 12 Years Ago

Ahmad Cox

Aww. This one is really sweet. I liked this one.

Posted 12 Years Ago

Geraldine

Oh so sweet!! And I so love their endearments, so cute. ^^ This is well-penned. I love everything in here and those lines before and after the story are so liked. ^^