Six the Musical Oneshots (Not Given Up On, Just On Hold)

Parrward?

Hurt/comfort is hereee

I started writing this in the middle of the night, literally up till 7am. I've decided to give up my dream of writing as a career. This story was a bit painful to write, but I spent a lot of time on it and I hope that I don't have too many typos and grammar mistakes, I apologise in advance for any mistakes that could have easily been prevented

Here you go cqstan :)

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Cathy was doing the thing again.

And Kat hated every second of it.

Cathy was writing every day and night, only sometimes stopping to stare at her screen for twelve hours without doing a thing. Not moving any more muscles than needed to blink, breathe, get coffee and wave people out of her room.

She wouldn't go out.

She wouldn't actually talk to people, just gesture them to do stuff. Such as leave her alone, bring her food, close the door.

Cathy glared at everyone who stepped foot into her room, even Kat.

Kat, who wanted nothing more than to hold her girlfriend's hand and kiss her.

She wanted to be her girlfriend. Be with her, not just as a label.

She wanted to actively be Cathy's girlfriend. She didn't want to be ignored.

She wanted to do as little as be allowed in her girlfriend's room.

But she didn't get to do any of that for what felt like centuries. While it were two months, she found it to be unbearable.

Cathy's behaviour had bled into Kat's. Instead of writing and blankly staring, she was crying and sleeping. Unfortunately Kat and Cathy were both good at convincing the others that everything was okay.

Cathy looked presentable and locked her door when she decided to do anything that wasn't write.

Though eventually Anne caught Kat stealing every single bag of mini pretzels that they owned and at least two litres of water in the middle of the night.

When Anne saw the tears on her little cousin's face, her stomach dropped. And the realisation that more must have been going on dawned on her.

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Anne stood in the kitchen's doorway dumbfounded. The shock was clear in her eyes.

Kat looked over her shoulder, tears sparkling in the dim light of Anne's phone. She looked hopeful for a split second, like she was hoping to run into someone else who would be downstairs in the middle of the night to get stuff from the kitchen, but that obviously wasn't the case.

"Kat?" Anne uttered, getting a closer look at the dark circles under her eyes.

"You didn't see me! You're dreaming!" Kat ran to her room without stepping on a single creaking floorboard.

Anne noticed that Kat was way too fast in her movements and reactions to just have woken up in the past half hour. It was four in the morning, even on her worst nights Kat was asleep from two to six at least.

Kat had to have been awake for a while, either way she would not feel good the next day.

Under no circumstances would Kat usually let that happen. Something was seriously wrong, Anne could tell.

Anne got the glass of water she had originally wanted and slowly walked to her room. She heard the frantic clicking of Cathy's keyboard and muffled crunching of Kat's 'little snacks'.