I'll Be There For You, When The Rain Starts To Pour

1:34 a.m. I was soundly asleep, cuddling with my fiance on our comfortable bed. Until the phone rang... several fricking times. I ignored it and was willing to drift off to sleep again, but it annoyed Two-Bit so much to the point he had to stand up to answer it. I sighed as I repositioned myself between the sheets. I didn't make an effort to listen to the conversation, until Two-Bitch handed me the phone murmuring "It's for you." I'm not gonna lie. I was tempted to hang up and just go back to the cuddling, but then I thought that if anyone was calling this 'late' at night they must have a reason or it was important. So between a deep tired sigh, I spoke. "Hello?" The voice was shaking, crying and I frowned in confusion. "Sorry KitKat, Dimitri wouldn't pick up his phone. Sorry to bother you." Well of course he wouldn't pick up his phone, it was freaking one in the morning. "Elena? Um, don't worry." I heard Two-Bit groan in disagreement and I couldn't help but chuckle. Then I started thinking why the hell would Elena call me at this hour. I knew she was in California but whatever it was couldn't wait till the morning? My question was half-answered as I heard cars driving by. What the hell? "Hey, where are you?" My voice sounded concern. Something told me this couldn't be good. "I'm outside on the sidewalk...crying in Riverside, California." She sounded so worried and freaked. That made me freak a little bit too. I made an effort to hide the worry in my voice but the words alone betrayed me. "Why are you on the sidewalk? Where are your siblings? Please tell me you're not alone." Two-Bit turned to look at me, looking concern for the first time since the phone rang. His expression cleared asked me what was going on but I was too busy listening. For all I knew, this could only be a one-opportunity call. "They kicked me out...I'm alone...and it's so fucking cold!" I cringed my teeth smoothly. The family was starting to get on my nerves. How could they kick her out? What could she have possibly done that was THAT bad? It made me mad. I knew Elena wasn't a rose petal, but that didn't gave them any right to abandoned her like that. I knew Darry would have NEVER even dreamed of kicking me out because of something I did, and hell have I done it all. I took a deep breath trying to relax myself. I was not thinking straight of Elena's family and I didn't want to say something that I knew I would regret. "Ok, uh, hang on. E, do you have any money on you?" My first wild solution would be to have her come back to Tulsa, but I had my second thoughts about it. So I waited for her answer to determine my ultimate decision. "15$." I sighed. Even if she had had more money, I wasn't about to let her come home alone. I knew I had to get her myself if I wanted to make sure she was face. I glanced at the clock, fighting my desire to give in to sleep, and I rolled my eyes frustrated. "Ok, Elena, listen to me." I said placing the phone closer to my ear and mouth and speaking as clearly as I could. "Stay safe. Don't go with anyone or do anything that draws attention. I'm coming over to get you." Her voice was still shaking but it seemed a little bit calmer. "I'll be at the bar here...thank you, KitKat!" I nodded, forgetting for a moment she couldn't see me. "Stay there. It shouldn't take long for me to get there. If anything happens call me or Two-Bit, got it?" I said. "I got it." She said and hung up.

I sighed as I dropped the phone and enjoyed the five seconds I still had in the comfort of my bed. "What was that all about?" Two-Bit asked. I turned to look at him, with an empty face. "That was Elena. She's all alone in god-knows-where California and I'm coming to get her." I got up and walked towards my drawers. Putting on the first shirt I saw, some jeans, converse and a big jacket and walked over to the bathroom. "What? Wait Kitty, I can't let you go. Not when you're in this-" I walked out of the bathroom wrapping my hair into a ponytail. I looked at Two-Bit indignantly. "When I'm in what?" I asked. Two-Bit looked at me with an uncomfortable look. It annoyed me, the way he was pitying me. Maybe even anger me. "C'mon, say it." I said. "I dare you to say it." He sighed looking down. "In that condition." He whispered sofly. I nodded. "Well Two-Bit, as far as I'm concerned, I don't need your approval." I said grabbing only the essentials, placing them on a small bag, and walking to the door. As I got in the car I tried to think of how I could get to California faster. During the ride I went over my argument with Two-Bit and realize I had been really immature about it. I was tired and he just wanted to help. I mentally bitch-slapped myself about it. It's just... I didn't like to talk about it. I was still in denial. Yeah, I know that's a bad thing but at least keeps me as close to being happy as I could possibly get. I made a mental note to apologize to him later.

It took me eight freaking hours to get there and I almost fell asleep driving multiple times. I arrived at nine in the morning on Riverside and though my common sense yell at me to go to a hotel and get some sleep, I fought the need and started to look around for the bar she said she would wait on. There goes an hour more of my life. But I found her. She was sitting on a corner, tears still on her red eyes, and shaking none stop. I walked/run towards her, wrapping my delicate arms around her shoulders and conforting her like I remember my mother used to do with me. After a few minutes and as I washed her tears away, I looked at her and spoke softly. "E, what happened?"

As Fear Grows Please Hold Me In Your Arms

It took me quite some time to be able to even speak about this without crying myself to sleep. I don't know how to tell you but I have to. Darry made me promise. He said that if I didn't, he would. He oddly keeps these promises.

I've always pictured myself as some kind of Greek goddess to whom nothing could ever happen to. I mean the only time I've ever been in the hospital or heavely injured was the time those socs beat Johnny, Jell-O, and I, and I even turned out all right! I have drank my weight in alcohol and I haven't had liver problems, I have drag raced and gone over the speed limit at stupidly high velocities and never gotten into a car crash, I have done a lot of recklessly dangerous things and practically cheated dead a million times, and yet I still am in one piece.

That's why this was such a shock to me. No, not in the good sense.

It seemed like things where getting better. Darry and I thought he was successfully getting me into shape. But apparently luck doesn't like putting me into a pedestal the way I do. I was getting better athletically but my body wasn't. Every day it become more and more often that I would spend half my day puking whatever I had of my guts left. I kept it to myself, mostly because I thought it had to do with the lack of physical shape but also because with everything that had been going on, I didn't want anyone to worry about me. I didn't give it a lot of thought or importance. I thought it would eventualy pass. But Darry found out. It was hard to keep it from him. The other's just thought it was simple hangovers or something but he knew better. He caught me in the act. He was worried out of his mind and insisted on taking me to the hospital. I, of course, argued there was no need for it. I was sure it would pass. I talked him out of it and convinced him to lay off for a while. But each day it got worst and worst and he got really worried.

But then I moved out and he wasn't able to check up on me every moment of every day. So that's how the descovery begins. I knew that this wasn't normal nor was it healthy, but I really didn't want to be checked on so I ignored it. It seems like the man in my life can't lay off cause Two-Bit got worried too. Not that I blame him though, cause I'm the love of his life and all that but he said he was taking me to see Jelly's dad in the morning. I 'agreed' but I wasn't going to do it. I spend the whole night trying to figure out ways to get out of it. When I woke up, since I'm done with school for the semester, Two-Bit called me in sick at work so I would be able to take it easy and wait for him. He was off and I stayed home alone. That didn't last long. I went out for a walk, trying to come up with a valid excuse but nothing hit me. So I went home. Knowing that Two-Bit would be home soon I did the only thing I could think off. In a pathetic desperate attempt to set myself free of that appointment, I drank every single drop of alcohol in the house, and if you have ever come to our apartment, you know that the only thing that's missing to turn it into a bar is Buck. But that's about it. So stumbling around the house I locked myself in the bathroom with another three bottles of Tequila, or was it Rum? I don't remember. I thought I had it made, ya know. After seeing me like this, who would want to take me out? But before I could scream victory, I started to feel sick and not just normal hangover sick but the kind of sick feeling that worried Two-Bit and Darry. After a while, all I had a chance to hear was the desperate knocks on the bathroom door, and then I sank into a dreamless sleep.

When I woke up I had the worst kind of headache ever and I was chained to all of this cables that where measuring my heart rate and all. I was like what the fuck. Looking around I saw Darry sitting on a chair with his hands over his face. He looked hopeless. I cleared my throat and he turned to look at me. "Hey." He said softly. I half-smiled at him. "What happened? Where's Two-Bit?" I asked slighly confused. I tried to remember anything that had happened but my head was to delicate. Darry sighed and placed his palm over mine. "Well Kitty, you got intoxicated with alcohol. That happens when the amount of alcohol in your blood exceeds your tolerance for alcohol." "I know what it means Darry. I'm just surprised." I whispered. Darry sighed heavily again. "Kitty, we found you unconciouss on the bathroom floor. What where you trying to do?" He asked. I could've just lied to him. I could've deceive him or set him off. But the pleading in his eyes and the worry and fear his face showed made me tell him the truth. "I, uh, I was trying to avoid going to the doctor with Two-Bit." Darry just kept looking at me and when he didn't say anything, I continued. "For the same reasons you wanted me to see one." He nodded. "Yep, I figured." He said standing up towards and intercum. "Hey could we see Dr. Winston please?" He asked the female voice at the other end. I looked at him exasperated. "What?" I asked. But Darry didn't answer, he opened the door for Dr. Winston and he smiled at me as he walked in. My face showed clear annoyance and irritation. "I didn't agree to any of this." I said. "Well Kitty, honestly, it isn't up to you to decide. As long as you're still underage and Darry is your guardian, he gets to decide." I couldn't believe this. This couldn't be happening to me. I looked at Darry bitterly and pissed off. "I'm sorry Kitty, but we need to check up on you. What's been going on, it isn't normal." I refrained from saying something I knew I would regret later.

So Darry told Dr. Winston everything that had been going on with me. Listening to it from another perspective made me realize how bad it was. We then went through some unpleasent uncomfortable tests and after four hours, we got the results. We where waiting in a room for Dr. Winston to come back. When he did he had an expression that frightened me. You know, like the kind doctors portray when they have bad news. It didn't expect what he told us and couldn't quite believe it. I... It's difficult to say so bear with me. I... I have... Bulimia...Nervosa.

I froze as the words sank in. I was trying so hard for it to just be a fantasy. But it was very real. I was suffering from an eating disorder that I couldn't get rid off. I closed my eyes and clenched my hands into fists. I could feel hot tears forming in my eyes but I fought them back. Dr. Winston told us a little bit about the desease. It is characterized by a cycle of binge eating followed by purging to try and rid the body of unwanted calories. Supposedley, people who get this desease aren't secure with their own self worth. They strive for the approval of others and do whatever they can to please them. They find ways to get rid of the calories and that's when the self-imposed purge starts. This made me clinched my fists harder. I was not like that. I loved myself and I sure as hell didn't look for the approval of others. I liked the way I looked. I didn't urge myself to be thinner. To me I was perfect. Then why the hell me?! Tell me, why did it fucking have to happen to me?! He also talked about the symptoms and consequences but I didn't want to listen to any of it. I'm not going to repeat what he listed because it makes me so freaking depressed and angry.

Jelly's dad asked me if I had ever done any of the above or if I had ever stopped eating for any reason. I shook my head no but then I remember a few months ago. When I ran away and into the unknown. I told Dr. Winston what had happened that month I was away. How I was so depressed and so sad that food didn't seem appealing. Unlike other people before this condition, I don't eat when I'm depressed. I told him that the only thing I fed myself with was water and occationally really small amounts of food. He nodded and added that when the body stops digesting food for a certain period of time and then it comes to its contact again, the stomach rejects it through a chemical reaction, resulting in vomiting. He assumed that's what had been happening to me in the last weeks. I placed my hands over my face and cursed almost inaudibly through my breath. Darry and Dr. Winston kept silent. I guess they where giving me some time to take it all in. After a few minutes, the doctor continued. He told us that Bulimia was curable but that it could be deadly if we didn't treat it. I bit my lip. I pressed it so hard I could feel blood passing through my taste buds. That made me sick, but I fought the urge to puke. I didn't want to contribute to any of this. Dr. Winston also talked about treatment. He said that I needed to slowly change my eating habits. Eat healthier. Try to get rid of negative thoughts and continue with the egocentric attitude I have. Talk to people. Don't let feeling bottled up. He told Darry how he needed to deal with this. Him and the rest of my friends and family. I cringed at the words. This was gonna affect everyone and that didn't seem fair. I hated it. He recommended we come see him, a dietician, and a couselor. That sounded expensive. God can someone shoot me? I didn't want to be there any more.

When it all ended, and where alone on the hospital room, Darry's phone rang and he got up to answer it. I sank into the pillow trying to fight back tears. I watched Darry intently as he whispered into the phone and turned to look at me when he thought I wasn't looking. -.- Then he hung up and sat down next to me. He removed my hair from my face and smiled slightly. "Two-Bit's on his way." I sank deeper and bit my lip. "You gotta tell him." I looked at him surprised. "You didn't?" "No. I thought it would be better if you told him yourself." He said. I groaned and hide under the covers. "I can't." I said. Darry took off the sheets from my face and forced me to look at him. "Why not?" "Cause, it's embarrassing." "He's your friend. Hell, he's your fiance." I sighed and closed my eyes. "Exactly. How do you know how he's gonna react? He'll freak! I don't want him to suffer because of me. This changes everything!" "This changes nothing." He said interrumpting me. "Look Kit, if he really loves you, which he obviously does, he'll stand besides you no matter what. Yes, this is shitty but we can get through this." A tear fell down my cheek. "What about the rest?" "You have to tell them too." "Why me?!" I groaned. "Cause they're your friends. They love you and they deserve to know." But before I could answer, Two-Bit arrived at the room and smiled when he saw me. Darry stepped to the side as he leaned forward and kissed my cheek. "What's wrong?" He asked. I turned to look at Darry who simply nodded. Sure, it seems like the easiest thing for him to do. He doesn't actually have to do it. -.- Sigh. "Two-Bit," I said taking a deep breath. "There is something I have to tell you."

The ride home was silent. I felt like jumping out the window or something. Two-Bit carried me all the way to our room. I clenched tightly to his shirt, feeling his warm heart beating. There was no one home and if there was I didn't really notice. All I wanted to do was crawl up to me bed and sleep. Two-Bit layed me down on the bed and locked the door behind him. I layed there tiredly. The tears that I had held back so hard where starting to fall down my cheeks. I was feeling completely vulnerable. After a few seconds, Two-Bit crawled up next to me and gently caressed my shoulder. "There there KittyKat, everything's fine." He said. He lifted me up. As light as a straw and brittle as a bird. I weight less than a shadow on the wall. Just one more whisper of a voice unheard. Could he shake this anger? I needed his gentle hands to keep me calm. My cries where painful. "Where going to get over this." He whispered sweetly. "You'll see." I cringed my knuckles. "No." I said. "No. There is nothing wrong with me. There just can't be anything wrong with me." Yes, I was in denial. 'Cause KitKat Sarah Curtis couldn't have an eating disorder. It wasn't humanly possible. Two-Bit sighed and held me close. I sank my face into his shirt as he wrapped his arms around me protecting me. I'd never dreamed I'd feel a fire beneath my skin. I'd never thought I'd lose. I only thought I's would win. I hated this.

Anger had taken over my body. I wanted to hit something. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell life to fuck off. I closed my eyes. I wanted all of this to go away.

A Little Piece Of Our Song

About seventeen years ago a little girl was born. That's right. November 21st at around nine p.m. After two unsuccessful attempts, Darrel and Sarah Curtis where blessed with a beautiful daughter. No offense to any of my brothers, but let's face it, I was always the special one. So Sunday was my birthday... HAPPY BIRTHDAY KITTY! Why thank you, Kitty. :P And well, I didn't really do anything special. There is always a party at the Curtis house anyway, you guys don't really need me telling you to celebrate. So we all know Blair's accident. It was my birthday weekend, so yes, I was sleeping in his apartment. Of course I always crash there when I get annoyed at home but we keep our hands to ourselves. You will be informed when we decided to go looking for that kind of fun. I'm not ready yet, leave me alone. :P Two-Bit got up at the sound of the phone ringing, probably swearing while it, I mean we had gone to bed like ten minutes earlier :D and just started rushing to get there as soon as possible. He woke me up. -.- So I told him to get his ass back to bed but he disagreed and told me what had happened. To tell you the truth, I was too sleepy at the moment to react at all, I guess that's why Two-Bitch looked at me so weird when I wasn't sad, surprised, confused or whatever else emotion there should be. I'm sorry. So anyway, we went together to see Blair and my future nephew.

I don't regret or am even sad we spend the whole weekend there. Blair is practically my sister and there are that little things I wouldn't do for her. I would even turn lesbian just to ensure she doesn't grow old and with 4832 cats. :D Though on Saturday we where advised/kicked out to go home and all. Tibbs crashed at my place this time. November 21st, I woke up to the Happy Happy Birthday Song (google it, it's hilarious)by some pretty off-key males but happy that they where trying. :D I don't quite remember what my siblings got me, oh well, I'll remember later or they will tell you, but what I liked the most was Two-Bit's present. It was a locket. And not just any locket, a gold heart locket. Just for me!


I think my jaw dropped open because he laughed at my expression. "Open it." He said and so I did. Inside there was something engraved.

Cause with her, you can be true and with her, you can be you. Have you ever been in love?

A little piece of our song. "Have You Ever Been In Love?" By Westlife. I smiled and closed it but as I turned to look at him to kiss him, he kept looking at the locket and so I wondered what he was looking at. That's when I felt the other part of the egravement. I turned the locket so I could see the back and this time I smiled more widely than I had ever.

I love you.

And as my fingers delicately caressed the gold, he took the locket from my hands and placed it around my neck, and as he let my slighly short brown hair fall, he turned my head around to face him and leaned towards me and without question, without warning, without any interrumptions, he kissed me and it felt wonderful, like it always did. That's how I want to spend my birthday. I don't need a party or a celebration. Two-Bit stayed with me and we spend most of the day hugging each other, going for a picnic down by the lake, swimming, cuddling in bed, and simply enjoying our company. Because we're in love. And so I ask, have you ever been in love?

A Beer Blast And An Empty Stomach... There Goes My Mind

Ever heard the quote "Old enough to know better. Too young to care"? Well, it certainly applies to my behaviour for the passed two days and a half. It was Monday night and I was finishing to get ready, because I was bored and there was nothing better to do than... yeah, you guessed right. I called Dally and asked him if he was doing anything tonight. The day he answers 'no' you'll know shit's going on. He said he'll pick me up at nine and show me a good time. I rolled my eyes. I had actually intended to hang out with Tibbs but the dumbass had turned in the moment we came back from work. Well I work he just sits around and entertains me. Anyway, when Dally came he took me to a new club, which he'll post about what we did later, I'm on to something else. Around two in the morning, we where really really really wasted. I don't think I've ever been this drunk before. Not even when the roofie thing happened. But I was and to make matters worst, I was drinking on an empty stomach. I had meant to eat something before I left but I forgot and then it was too late. Hehe...

Anyway, I knew that the moment the effect of the alcohol would pass and I would be dragged back to sanity, I'd have the worst hangover EVER. It was a school night and I knew for certain that dear Darrel would completly refuse to let me stay home because I decided to party the night before and I really didn't want to deal with such nightmare at school. So stayed drunk. Which wasn't easy, since I was fighting the stupid need to fall into unconciousness and we run out of beer by six in the morning. I had to go buy more. And then it was time for school. With the help of some mighty unseen powerful force, I somehow managed to get dressed...properly. I don't think I looked too pretty with my hair completely messed up, even though Sodapop tried to combed it. By the way, brother, you suck at fixing a girl's hair. I think Katie had to do it or I don't know. They also had to drive me there because I was stupid enough to insist on doing it myself and they didn't want me to commit a stupid attempt at killing myself. Yeah. Yeah. Pony was late, as usual, and kept nagging me about how he had a major test that he couldn't and didn't want to fail and that he wasn't going to wait around for me to get my ass up and running. He was really looking for me to shut his trap. -.- I already have problems of my own, I really didn't care about his.

I half-walked, half-dragged myself into the building when someone called my name and it took a smack on my back for me to realize they where calling me. "What the hell is with you?" Dear Dawn asked. I just turned to look at her, not really knowing who she was or where I was for that matter. The moment she gave me a good look, she knew. "Kit, on a school night?" I frowned with slight indignance. "Look who's talking, Cade. If anything you're the one who would drop out of school and do it every day, twice a day." Someone should really just put some duct tape on my mouth. I wasn't aware of what I was saying and I apologize... Because I now know I said stupid shit. Dawn just rolled her eyes, knowing I didn't really mean half of what I had said. Might or might not be true, that wasn't the point. She grabbed my wrist and I almost fell as she dragged me rather quickly through the halways and into homeroom. Truth be told, I have no hell of an idea what happened for the first three periods. I spend them sleeping, then was kicked out of the class and slept on the floor of the hallway. Security ain't that good because I was able to sneak in three beers without anyone noticing. Suckers! But it was fourth period that really got me up and running. Stupid Math. I had meant to sleep in that class too but Mrs. Apeface didn't let me. She yelled at me to answer her stupid problem and I said I didn't know. That went on for at least ten times. On the eleventh I got mad, so mad that not even Dawn could make me shut up. I yelled back saying that I didn't fucking care what the goddammed solution to the problem was and that math was for pussies and faggots who didn't have a social life. Well, that was the nice version. The real version is censored. Hehe... Mrs. Apeface got sooooo incredibly mad. She yelled at me to go to the principal's office. I refused. So she grabbed me by my ear, for all of you who don't know, Mrs. Apeface is rather small. She had to stand in her toes to reach me and I didn't make it easy. But she managed to grabbed me rather hard and take me to see Mr. Faggot. I think I tripped and made her tripped. When I refused to stand up, Mr. Faggot came in and between the two janitors, they had to lift me up and take me to his office. He sat me down on a comfy chair and asked me what I had done. I was meaning to tell him what Mrs. Apeface did but I think I just babbled stupid trouble-alluring shit. Fuck... He got pissed off and reached for the phone. I thought he was going to call Darry or Soda or maybe even Katie. But he instead called Ponyboy or at least called his teacher to send him up. I kept babbling stupid shit and I know wish my vocal cords can be removed. Pony was surprised when he entered the office but it dissappeared when he saw me. I don't know if that should flatter me or piss me off.

I greeted my little brother rather stupidly as Mr. Faggot asked him to sit down. I didn't really listen. Well, I couldn't stay focus long enough for me to listen but from what I did heard was that Mr. Faggot was reconsidering if Ponyboy was the best candidate to still be vice-president, or that shit he is, because he had me as an potencial bad influence. I reply saying that this was my meeting and not Peeboy's but no one listened to me. -.- The Mr. Faggot added that he would suspend Pony from his title until things at home where stable. Or at least that's what I think he said. I was about to give the principal a piece of my middle finger but Pone stopped me. He hold my hand so hard that it hurt. He was so angry. Shit. I was almost certain he was about to yell at me but I didn't wait around for him because next thing I knew, I dropped unconcious.

What I have to say for myself is that I'm really sorry, Ponyboy. I didn't mean to ruin your potencially good academic life and activities. I'M JUST SO REALLY SORRY! I know I deserve a punishment and all that shit but please, just forgive me. D": I PROMISE I WILL DO ANYTHING TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU! D":

Our First Piece Of Forever

Two-Bit and I have been talking about our wedding. You know, just sorting out ideas on what both of us may want and all that. Nothing's settled yet but we do have one thing very clear.

Ladies and gentlemen, after a few hours of intense thought, Mr. and Mrs. Mathews (my god that sounds so cool) have come up with a few announcements:

Maid of Honour: Angelica Winston My Best Girl: Dawn Cade
Bridesmaids: Blair Mathews
Carson Randle
Jamie Mathews
Katie Curtis

(Jell-O and Dawn, you're both my best friends and since I didn't want to have to choose because I love you both equally, you're both my maids of honour. I just gave it different names to avoid confusions but you both get to do the same things. <3)

Darrel Curtis will be standing as the role of mom and dad. :D

Best Man: Sodapop Curtis
Groomsmen: Steve Randle
Ponyboy Curtis
Johnny Cade
Dallas Winston

Mrs. Mathews will do, well her thing.

Flower Girls: Breanna Parker
Brooklyn Cade
Ring Bearer: Rhiley Blaze Winston

Everyone is invited! We aren't sure of the date. And we're still discussing more details. That's all for now. We'll keep you posted!

How Kitty Curtis Got A Job

To start off I just really have to say that the title of the post sounds like the name of a TV series or something. Much like 'How I Met Your Mother'. Haha. Oh well, I thought it was funny. Anyway on to the post.

So as you may not know, I got a job. Yep, the world has ended. See Ponyboy?! It ain't that hard to believe! -.- The reason I got a job was because a) it was Darrel's supposed 'punishment' for uh, I'm not even sure what he had 'ground' me for but it must've been important. Lol. I just don't really pay attention when he talks. And b) though I had a job while I was away and it got me some easy bucks, it is physically and economically impossible to live from that amount the rest of my life, especially with all the possible expenses I know I'll have in the future. Also, I want to have the money because I want to be able to help my friends when they need it. I want to be able to give them a hand on the thing that we have the hardest time with, money. It's not that I'm turning anyone into my charity case because that's not true, but I don't know, I just want to feel like I can help someone when they need it.

Last Sunday I was job hunting because I just couldn't procrastinate anymore. First I decided to look for a job in the thing that I liked but my options where limited. I knew by law that I wouldn't get a job in any science facility or medical industry and make use of my chemical knowledge. Apparently I need some sort of colleage level knowledge and though I had valid arguments that my knowledge was just as good as those university dudes even though I was a senior in high school, they refused. I was also underage. Fuck my life. So then I went to look at the drag races for some decent thing to do but there is as much as you can really do there. That's when I had the idea that maybe I could race for tips but thought better about it. If Darry asked what I was doing or even worse wanted to see for himself, I would sure get yelled at for not doing something 'productive'. I was left then to just walk around time looking for something. Pony had mentioned in one of his boring conversations that the movie house payed well and had decent jobs but I didn't think that my little brother would like his older sister working on the place he did. Psst. Like I actually wanted to babysit him. Insert rolls eyes. After a long wasted Sunday afternoon I came across a 'Help Wanted' sign at Dairy Queen. I thought what the hell and went to talk to the dude that manages everything there. He asked if I had any expirence working before and I told that I had been a waitress just a few months before but that it wasn't something I wanted to spend my life at. He nodded and then asked if I knew how to handle the whole serving ice-cream thingy. Of course I said that I understood the chemical composition of frozen dessert made from dairy products, such as milk and cream, and often combined with fruits or other ingredients and flavours. The mixture of ice cream is then stirred slowly while cooling to prevent large ice crystals from forming; the result is a smoothly textured ice cream. Making ice cream with liquid nitrogen has advantages over conventional freezing. Also, using liquir nitrogren it creates a rapidly freezing the crystal grains giving the ice cream a creamier texture, and allowing one to get the same texture by using less milkfat. Such ice crystals will grow very quickly via the processes of recrystallization thus obviating the original benefits unless steps are taken to inhibit ice crystal growth... He meant if I could manage the physical process. I felt like an idiot.

So anyway that's how I got my job at Dairy Queen. I think I was jumping of joy when I got home cause the retards asked me what the hell was going on. Soda asked me to deny him the possibility that I just had sexual intercourse. Petite boy, just because you can't keep it in your pants doesn't mean the rest of the world can't either. I rolled my eyes and told then that my long phase of ecomical inactivity I finally had a job... at an ice cream parlor! But no, that does not mean free ice cream, Dallas. So I started Monday afternoon and it was quite an expirence. I suffered a week of listening to bratty socs kids whine to their mothers about how they wanted the big cone and how they could eat it all. -.- I swear I almost yelled to the stupid kid: "Eat it all, for christ sake! If you die of a stomach disease it'll be your own fucking fault but stop talking!" ... That gives me second thoughts about having kids. *shivers* Of course now Two-Bitch spends his whole day here making me company. I swear, Gary (the dude I work for), wanted to offer him a job just for the hell that he do something productive since he basically now lives here. "Curtis, is that order finished?" "Um, I told you Gary that it takes time. Especially since you didn't have the decency of telling me a day in advance." "Well, you'll be working overtime with Half-Wit over there." Two-Bit looked pissed. "Hey! It's Two-Bit!" "Nah, same difference." :D That was my favourite part of my whole week.

So that's that folks. I'll keep you posted on my life as an auto-sufficient, economically sustainable, young lady of America. But before there are a few things I want to point out. First, I'm so glad I have my husband back home. I love R.B. to dead. I'll help you Blair in whatever you need. Second, Soda you're still petite. Katie, please post or I'll make blonde jokes. Also, Dallas I told you, Pony likes the closet ;). Which reminds me... PONYBOY MICHELLE CURTIS FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME, MY NAME DOESN'T HAVE A FUCKING HYPHEN!!! It's KitKat, not Kit-Kat! Geez... Okay, I think that's all. :D

It's Raining On Party Night

Well, it seems as though we had all had our fair portion of depressive, sad, and angry days this past few weeks. I'm not up for any of it no more. So, what is the best way to tell depression 'bye bye birdie'? Partay! At the Curtis'.

It always seems that when times are blue, a simple hang out at my house always brightens the day or night, for that matter.

It was Saturday night. I called the gang over because I came up with it at the last minute. You guys should know that I love you all oh so much. Enough to have to put with dear Miss Mathews complains about how she already had plans for the night and how I could have made up my pretty little mind hours before so she could be there instead. Answer? "Well cancel whatever it is your plans are and shut your mouth. It's not like you're that busy in the social department. Meet you at nine." I'm so nice. :D By nine, the music was as high as it could get and the atmosphere was party like. Well, we did everything we do at a Curtis Party. Two-Bit came in with god knows how many cases of beer. He said that Buck had send them over because he wanted Kitty to have a hell of a good party. Aw. Ain't that sweet? Creepy, but sweet.

We danced, and drank, and danced, and drank some more. I made the oh so horrible mistake of giving Blair a rootbeer just for fun. I MISS PREGGO BLAIR, ALRIGHT! She got pissed off and chased me around the neighbourhood like a 16389248326 times. Of course, she tripped and rolled over like a pinata. Well, she didn't exactly do that. That was just me wishing she would. But she did hurt me. :( I'm telling you, being used as a human pinata ain't that fun, specially if you're all skin and bone. When is fatass when you need him? So anyway, after being used as the object of the amusement of my friends, I'll get back at you bitch, we went inside and Two-Bit had the wonderful idea of playing beer pong. Brookie was innocent enough to actually think Tibbs had invented it. She was so excited that he actually had some sort of creative drop on his blood. It was almost heartbreaking when Darry had to be the party popper and tell her that that game was long invented. -.- Blonde chicky makes me smile. That's your new nickname by the way, Brooke. So the first round was Carson against Steve. Any bets towards to won? I'm sorry Stevie, but your sister beat your ass at your own game. Lol. Then it was Blair against Elena. That was interesting to watch. Both girls where playing to drink. I'm pretty sure it was E who won, but I'm not sure since at Blair's turn, she slipped and knocked the table and well, it was raining on party night. Then it was Dally against Soda and poor Petite boy will forever be mocked as a pussy. I love you Dally. *virtual high five*. And then it was me against my fiance. The word doesn't get old. I love saying it. Fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance, fiance... ok, stopping now. Two-Bitch claims he won but I beg to differ. Of course I'm not sure since it was dark and I was too drunk.

But our little beer pong didn't last long. For some extrange reason, Sodapop found a way to break the table. How he did it? I have no clue. Maybe it was his petiteness working or something. Karma bless us all. We went back inside and Jamie suggested we play spin the bottle, or well, dare or dare. Dimitrian went first and he had to dance with a mop or a broom... naked. I. Am. Never. In. My. Life. Taking. Him. Seriously. Again. Well, it was half naked, but I am forever traumatized. It wasn't a pretty sight but I laughed like hell, especially since he danced to "I like to move it, move it." Then it was Carson's turn. Insert evil smile here. She had to lick someone's (and by someone it meant Darry)... are you ready for it? Area. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh my. I loved it. Then it was Ponyboy's turn and he had to drink his weight in beer. Darry shot him a look that killed because well, we all know what happened the last time he was drunk. But he didn't listen, as always, and did it anyway. Poor thing was too drunk he passed out then and there, so we just kind of stumbled him somewhere where he wouldn't disturb us. :P I don't rememeber what I did or what anyone else did. I just remember having someone's leg on my chest that wasn't mine. Ewwww. Of course, the next day, it was not only a hangover but Darry had been the only one sober enough to remember what happened and I got yelled at for stupid Pony's drunken dispute. Fuck you, little brother. But anyway, can any of you creeps remember what else we did? Cause I suffer from short-term memory loss.

They Sleeps With The Tigers.

Hey! Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh. Hey! Oh Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh, Oh Oh Oh-Oh. Hey! Four years you think for sure that's all you've got to endure. But guess what? Just when you thought it was over, back to where you just came from. Aw, that's just great. One thing is always clear... High School Never Ends.

So... what does that mean? September 6th. Oh joy, it's the first day of school! It's time go back to the slutty suck-up bitches and stupid jerks, oh and the teachers, the stupid whory assholes teachers that just love greasers oh so much. -.- But school stops being dull when Dawn Cade and Kit Curtis walk it's halls. Or as we are already known: KC/DC.

Sunday night was party night. Surprised? I really hope not. It was our annual 'End-Of-Summer-Let's-Go-Back-To-Being-Bitches' Party. :D We stayed up all night. And I mean ALL night. Dawn called Jay Jay telling him she was staying over at my place and I did the same to Darry telling him I was over at Dawn's. We just went home to change and no one noticed we where cleary in the 'dangerous mode'. We drove to school at recklessly stupid high velocities and I think we almost, almost, hit the flag pole. It was epic. We're the leaders now, we don't do 'walking'. I half parked/half occupied three spaces and got out of the truck coolly. I think I'm gonna ask Tim or Bucky to lend me one of their motorcycles. I bet they're way cooler but I don't know how to ride those but I'm sure as hell don't want to freaking kill myself trying. We wore royal blue leather jackets, skinny jeans, black boots, white blouses, and the one and only, motorcycle shades. Oh yeah. Ladies, start your engines. As soon as we stepped inside the building you know there was trouble. Dawn snapped her fingers at every little kid we encountered in the hall, repeating endlessly: "Seniors coming through." I loved that. Every freshman was like completely frightened and moved so quickly it was funny to see them fear us. It was our year and we where unstoppable. Of course, no one can ever top the masters, BM/CR are to be forever bowed at but we shoot for the stars.

Someone should really tell administration that placing Dawn and me in the same classes all day is not a good thing... well, for the teachers anyway. Double trouble. The moment the bell rang, Dawn and I where ready, but not necessarily for school work. With the help of the all mighty school janitor, I climbed up into the ventilation and made my way through the sticky, small, with lack of oxygen, tubes. Dawn had the easy task. She waited patiently for a group of bitchy socs girls to go to their usual 'hair and make-up' session during first period. Once they where inside the bathroom, she locked the door... from the outside. ;) Of course she kept bugging me over our little mission impossible earplug/walkie talkies about hurrying up. Dawn, next time you got up the freaking ceiling. Anyway, when I found the power cords I felt like a secret agent deactivating a bomb. I had to cut the right wire, otherwise... yeah something not pretty would happen. So I took out my blade and cut the red one. The moment it snapped shut, you could hear the loud screams of girls coming from the bathroom. Hehehe. Then, I made my way back to meet Dawn at the ventilation to pour down something like a greenish slime. Eww. I wouldn't want that on my hair either.

During second and third period, we sneaked into the boy's locker rooms. God bless me, it smelled disgustingly disgusting in there. Socs perfume and sweat... Ugh. One of the small disadvantages of this job. But anyway, we got there when no one was in and we messed with the shower heads. Freezing, cold, cool, warm, hot, FIRE! Lol. And there was no way to fix it. I would've loved to see the look on their face. Well, we kind of did, cause somehow Dawn was able to place a hidden camera on the shower and had a guy that works in the movie room record it and edit it. It'll go to America's Funniest Home Videos. Our next target was the... drum roll please... teacher's lounge. :O Yep. It was actually pretty easy to get something done. We switched the coffee with something, um, brownish and messed the alphabetical order of a highly important organized files. Whoops. That alone would've been pathetic so, Dawn and I got a hold of the online calendar and plan. Let's just say we have a daily 'beer blast and teachers can go fuck themselves' for the next 300 days before summer. I'm so nice. I know. Dawn and I got some wheelchairs from the nurse's office and we raced each other through the halls like lunatics. That was, until we stummbled upon Ms. FrishaCanLickMyAss and ran away. We had a 'Greaser-only' beer blast in the basement. It was epic because Two-Bit helped by bringing some cases and Buck had set the music and even more beer earlier that day. I love my friends. :D It was getting hot and awesome but yeah, that only lasted for a couple of hours. The principal caught us. Oh my, what are we to do? The principal is gonna ground us. How am I to live with that?

He called Darry and well, just Darry cause Dawn had no parental or shit contacts on her file. Luckyass. Darrel arrived fifteen minutes later kinda pissed off. Oh my, what has the world come to? "Miss Curtis and Miss Cade here have trashed the bathroom, messed with the boy's locker room's shower head, run through the hallways and promoto underage alcoholic parties in the basement!" The dude said. "It was actually a wheelchair race." I added ignoring glares from both males. "And the coffee in the teacher's lounge." Dawn wanted to add something too. She didn't have to add that part. -.- We did all that because, well, we weren't exaclty sober since the begging but, oh well. So now, I'm not only 'grounded' for the rest of my existance, I also have to come to school to some shit or whatever it is we spend half an hour discussing. As if. That really really touch me. Because of this punishment, I will never behave like a juvenile delinquent ever again. It made me realize there is so much more to life. I'll be a better citizen! Okay... I'm gonna stop being sarcastic now. Oh well, at least I had fun. Which is far more than I can say for the old Darry.



P.S: Just wanted to add a little something... Soda, you're petite. Deal with it. +D

Kitty, Jell-O, Two-Bit, And Dimitri In The Prolonged Camping Trip

What happens when you add Dimitri, Two-Bit, Jell-O, me, two tents, plenty of beer, food, a lake, a forest, and a bear? Answer: A fucking insane camping trip! Dimitri had been planning this for a very long time and he told us about his plan a few days ago. Taking all things consider, I thought it was a great idea. A chance to distract ourselves from the hardship we had all dealt with in the past weeks. The night before the trip, I talked to Darry about it. He was completely fine with it. He said that it was probably safer out there than here with poptart here on the loose. Soda seemed to agree too. He trusted Dimitri and Jelly. I rolled my eyes, they would eventually have to learn how to trust Two-Bit too. I mean, I'm spending the rest of my life with him. But anyway, I packed up the essentials and had planned on sleeping early that night. Psst. As if. I ended up going to bed at two in the morning talking to Dawnie Poo. Not a good idea. Mr. Ryder knocked on my bedroom door at five in the freaking morning. First thought? I really need to lock that front door. Second thought? Go to hell. After 126324762874632846 unsuccessful attempts at waking me up, Demi said that he would get naked and show me his petiteness if I didn't wake up. That, of course, got me up and running in no time. I didn't want to risk my healthy sight to be damaged by that. Hehe. I got dressed in the first clothes I laid my hands on. I kissed Darry, Soda, Pony, and Katie goodbye and made my way to the truck. We went to Two-Bit's to pick him up. I was the one that went in and woke him up. He had no hell of an idea what the fuck was I doing at his house so freaking early. Not that he wasn't glad to see me but that he would appreciate it if I choose more humanly hours. I couldn't agree more but it wasn't my brilliant idea. But anyhow, I managed to wake him up by kissing him all over his neck and chest. He liked that. ;) When he asked where we where going, it dawned on me that I hadn't told him about the trip. Whoops. Hehe. My mistake. I made it quick and short. "Pack some clothes, get what you need, essentials, food, beer, etc, and meet us outside in ten." Well, it sure as hell didn't took him ten minutes to get ready. How long could he possibly take to throw in a pair of clothes, food, beer, etc into a bag? But oh well, at five in the morning everyone is slow.

Demi practically barked at Two-Bit but I innocently bitch slapped him. Only I can bark at my, should I say the word?, FIANCÉ! +D Eventually, Tibbs got in the car and so we drove off to that place Dimitrian wanted to take us. I fell asleep on Two-Bit's shoulder most of the ride so I couldn't tell for sure if we where just outside Tulsa or something. When we got there, we parked the car just on the side of our selected place. The boys set the tents because Jell-O and I where too damn sleepy to do it ourselves. Besides, we might brake a nail or something. ;) They set up the fire place and we fixed the food and supplies inside the tent. Now I know why Two-Bitch took so freaking long to pack. He brought practically a year's supplies in food and beer. Yay. After that, we set the food safely on the tent and went on to fish. How the hell was I going to fish? I had no idea but I did it. When we came back, sigh, guess what? Yep. You have guessed well. Fucking Winnie the Pooh came by and ate our food. "Who was the asshole that left the unprotected?" Jell-O half asked, half almost shouted. Dimitri cleared his throat. "Yeah, that would've been me." Epic fail. Jells smiled sympathetically but Two-Bit and I demanded we hung him by his thumps at the nearest mountain and leave him there to find his way home. We weren't allowed to do that so instead we went to swim at the lake. Two-Bit managed to hang a rope from a tree branch and we used it as a swing. When it was my turn, I swing back and forth a million times, trying to get enough force and speed. The rope gave in and there went Kitty along with rope into the water. Another fail. I was okay. I only almost hit my head and drowned thanks to the stupid rope but other than that, nothing out of normal.

After that we went back to the tents. We had no music but we decided to party anyway. Winnie the Pooh didn't steal our beers, which was a good thing, otherwise that bear would not have lived to steal other's food. We set the fire and sat around the campfire to roast whatever we could find that was roatable. That didn't leave out much more than drinks. Dimitri thought it would be a good idea to share scary stories. He was surprisingly good at it. Great facial expressions. He had me cuddling scared out of my mind next to Two-Bit who was protectively wrapping his arm around me, ready to beat Demi if he exagerrated too much. Then it was my turn and my story was about Soda's penis. That was enough to scare the four of us out of our sockets. Hehe. Five stories and almost fifteen beers later, we decided we lay low for the forest. Trees can stand just a certain amount of awesomeness, ya know. We where joking about who would sleep with who. I suggested that boys slept in one tent and girls in other. They all surprisingly agreed and insisted on my joke. I realize now, they where just too drunk. While Jell-O and I where on our tent, we could hear Two-Bit and Dimitri making -gulp- noises. I knew Dimitri was gay. He probably made Two-Bit gay too. I'm gonna kill him. Jells and I did our best to go to sleep, beggint to some omnipresent force to make Two-Bit straight again. The next morning Jelly and I woke up early and went into the boy's tent to take pictures. Let's just say that for the mental health of the people of the world, I'm only showing them to the gang. I don't want to be sued for promoting a disturbance to the world's peace. Dimitri was over Two-Bit and Two-Bit had his legs wrapped around Dimitri's. God bless us all. After we woke them up, they went to take a 'shower' or more especifically, just chill naked at the lake. Jelly and I stole their clothes and hide them at a bear's cave. Just we didn't know it was a bear's cave at the moment. The boys didn't seem to mind about wondering around naked in the forest but that came to an end when they stumbled upon a family of four that was also camping nearby. Dimitri traumatized the little boy for life. The woman started chasing them all over the forest. It was pretty damn funny. But we eventually felt bad for them so we went on the hunt down after their clothes. We finally made it to the bear's cave and the boys got dressed, that was until we heard a high groaned and turned around frightened in a movie-type kind of way. It took a 'boo' for us to run the hell out of there. Fucking BooBoo is a pussy. After that we had to go gathering/hunting for our own food. Dimitri was going on and on about how to know which fruits where poisonous and which weren't. I had a better more efficte way. Ask someone to taste it. If he dies, it's poisonous, if he doesn't, then it's not. As simple as that. Anyway, that night we had another drunk campfire. This time, Jelly slept with Dimitri in one tent and I slept with Two-Bit in another. We could hear the lovebirds from The Boring Tent fucking each other. I bet Two-Bit wanted to do the same but I didn't. I don't know. It's just. I mean, it's important to me and sort of a big deal. Special too. And though it is with someone I genuinely love, I didn't think it was the place or time. We weren't sober enough and we where laying on rocks. Not romantic at all. Yeah, yeah, old school and such. Whatever.

I can't remember much of what happened next cause, well, we drank the remainding beer like there was no tomorrow. We where also afraid BooBoo might want to steal it. To avoid the hangover we just kept on drinking. It was fun! But when we ran out, it really wasn't. D: Note: Getting drunk in the forest is so much more fun. You can see people doing more creatively stupid things. So that's how our little double date went. I hope it was of your amusement. Oh and Elena wanted to be on my post so here it is. Look Elena, you're on my post! Lol.

You're A Spineless, Pale Pathetic Lot, And You Haven't Got A Clue. Somehow I'll Make A Man Out Of You

I'm going to murder Darrel Curtis. No. I'm gonna make him suffer, then kill him, then bring him back to life and make him suffer some more.

As you people know or may not know, for that matter, I'm not exactly the healthiest person on Earth right now and that's due to a lot of reasons. I'm not going to bore with what's behind it but I'm going to tell you what happened because of it.

Today, dear Darrel Curtis had a day off and because he doesn't have a social life of any sort, he came to bother me. I was sleeping soundly in the comfort of my own bed when all of the sudden I was shaked awake rather violently. I snapped my eyes open out of fright at the unexpected motion and looked up to see my older brother sitting next to me with his arms over my shoulders. "Raise and shine, sleeping beauty." He said. I blinked twice and turned to look at the alarm clock. I groaned as I placed the sheets over my head and hide myself from him. "It's fucking five in the morning. Are you crazy?" I asked half annoyed, half asleep. He rolled his eyes and pulled the sheets of me. "I'm serious, Kit. Get up and go get dressed and put on some shoes. We're going for a jog." He said. At the sound of 'get up' and 'going for a jog' on the same sentence, I shivered. It was five in the morning and Darry wanted to go for a run. He patted my knee and got up to leave my room. Once he was done I placed my pillow over my head and groaned deeply. Fuck this shit.

I put on the first shirt I could find, some shorts that I had spend countless hours trying to get them to shrink because they don't fit anymore, and my black converse. I was so fucking asleep I was surprised I had managed to get dressed properly. I didn't do anything else to myself. It was too early for me to give a shit and my hair is too short for a ponytail. So I just walked like that to the kitchen to rest my head on the table if given the chance. In the kitchen Darry was making some sort of weird creepy beverage. He placed milk, eggs, protein, and some more shit that looked disgusting at even the slight glance. He turned to look at me. "Hey, are ya hungry?" I gulped. "No. I'm good." I sighed. "Okay, I'm up can I go back to sleep now?" I was really so tired. It was a God forsaken hour, for crying out loud. Darry sighed heavily and turned to me. He got stragely closer and I leaned back, but he grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me closer. "Do you know why I'm doing this, Kit?" He asked holding my hand towards me. I frowned slightly. "To get me to a 'who can hold their arms in the air the longest' contest?" I admit it was a lame joke but I wasn't thinking. I was functuning on automatic pilot and Darry was using really big words for the time it was. He sighed. "Look at you, Kitty. See this?" He held my wrist up high again. "I'm afraid to break it if I squish it any tighter." He said. I frowned. What the fucking hell was he talking about? "And don't think I haven't noticed you haven't spend your afternoon pucking your guts off in the bathroom." Now I was getting angry. I let go of his grip in a quick violent manner and took a step back. "Your point being?" I said in a cold tone. He stared at me intently. "Kitty, you have to take better care of yourself. I mean, look at you." He pointed at me. I looked at myself from up to down. I didn't see anything wrong. Just my usual pretty self. "I doubt your clothes even fit anymore and you don't want to eat anything. And I... am just worried." I rolled my eyes. I wanted to prove just how completely wrong he was. I walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. Against my better judgement I poured my glass with that disgusting mix and drank it without any hesitation. I would've been able to swallow it, if it hadn't been so damn bad. I hurried to the sink and spat the whole beverage. God, it tasted awful.

I could hear the sound of Darry tapping his foot onto the floor. "I would've drank it if it hadn't tasted so damn bad." I said. He raised an eyebrow. I groaned. "What do you want, Darry? To tell you I'm sick. I'm not sick. Get over it." I said. Darry rolled his eyes at my apparent lack of maturity and walked over to me. "All I want is to get you healthy and that means getting you back into shape." He said eyeing me up and down. "But Soda says it doesn't matter. All that is important is what's on the inside." I said on my defense. I knew I had to get into shape sooner or later but I had planned on doing it at my own pace at my own time. Without Superman behind my back. "Yeah well, Soda doesn't weight 95 pounds, now does he?" I nodded in agreement at the fact. Sorry Soda. If it's any consolation, Dally weights more. "Either way, let's go. We're already behind schedule." He said. Without waiting for me to say anything, he grabbed me by my hand gently and lead our way to the street. Behind schedule? This can't possibly be good.

And I was right. For the next hour and a half we jogged around our side of town. Well, Darry jogged, I kind of dragged my body to try to keep up. All that time I was thinking possible ways to kill him. Kill him and make it look like an accident. Then he made me do pull ups on a swings' bar until I literally dropped dead into the grass. -.- "Hurry up, Kitten. We are on time here." I groaned and stood up. He took us to the field and gave me a rope and ORDERED me to see how many I could do in a minute. Maybe that was because I had long ago not done any of this stuff and I wasn't in the best of condition. After the watch beep and he sighed disapointingly, I considered hitting him with the damn rope. It was nine in the morning and he didn't seem to give off any signs of a break. I was seriously thinking I would die in the attempt but Darry didn't let me die. Fuck him. By the time we where done, I was covered in sweat, laying on the field's grass, gasping for air and mercy. I couldn't feel my legs, arms, or any other body part. I couldn't even think. "Okay, we're done for the day, Kitty. Let's go home." He said as if though I wasn't half dying on the floor. "Can you carry me?" I asked with slight hope in my tone. "Nope. A jog home will do you good." WHO WANTS TO HELP ME MURDER MR. DARREL SHAYNNE CURTIS JR.????!!!!

I groaned and walked home with him. He opened the door and we found Pony, Soda, and Katie playing poker on the table. All comfortable and lazy with cokes and perfectly nice pillows. I envied them. "Hey guys! Weere were you?" He asked innocently. "We just went for a jog." Darry said casually. Just a freaking jog?! -.- Soda turned to look at me and chuckled. "Woah, Kit. You look great." He grinned mockingly. Katie and Pony where trying not to laugh but I ignored them. I shot Sodapop a dead glare. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Or. I'll. Beat. You." I said between gasps. That caused Katie and Pony to burst into laughter. I rolled my eyes. "I'd like to see you try." The fatty I have as a brother said. I groaned. I walked towards them and crashed on the couch. "Maybe. Later." Darry walked back to the living room and as if the situation wasn't worst, he added. "We're doing the same tomorrow Kit, it's a daily plan. So get ready." The others laughed and I just shut my eyes and wished someone would kill me.

Someone, please kidnap me and save me from Superman. Robbin (or whoever the name of the sidekick is) doesn't want to save the freaking day.

Where Did All The Flowers Go?

I finally broke. I've been living like a crystal ball, and Sunday night, it took one more hit for it to brake into tiny pieces. The pieces of my heart. So Bob got to me. I swear, I'm never been in this kind of pain. Not even when my parents died. Now I know what Johnny and Jell-O really went through. If you haven't expirenced it, then you have no hell of an idea how it feels. It's nothing that I can describe. No physical pain can compare to it. Actually, I wouldn't mind going through physical pain if it can be exchange for what I felt and still feel. Even now that it's over, I don't think I can ever go back to being the same person. When the crystal ball broke, the tiny pieces where spread across the ground. I could hurt myself trying to get them all back together but in the end, I know that no matter how much I try, their will always be pieces missing. It would not be the same. It's slowly healing, but it did that much damage. I'm not thinking about revenge right now. Maybe later, but I could never do what Bob did. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. However, no matter what, I promise myself I will not let him touch anyone else. I don't want you guys to go through this. Not over my dead body. It's a horrible feeling.

After it was all over, I went straight to the only place where I knew I could forget about it all. I walked silently to Buck's place and sat down at the counter. I laid my head over the table and tried my best to calm the silent sobs and tears that where streaming continiously off my eyes. I didn't want to go through this. I wanted it to end. After possibly half an hour of cries and pain, I called Dally. He's now my official drinking buddy. He made me feel better the last time I was down, so I figured he could do it again. He took around ten minutes to get there, but he got there, that was all that mattered to me. He found me in cries. At that moment, I didn't care that you don't cry in front of Dallas Winston, or that I don't cry at all, I was feeling like shit and I had total right to let it show. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked. I didn't turn to look at him. I had my face buried within my arms. "Yeah, I'm just crying because it's fun." I said between sobs. Dallas placed his hand on my shoulder and patted it. "Is there anything I can do to, uh, help?" He said. I turned to look at him. "Probably, but you won't be able to do it so just order something strong and all that." I said. He nodded and I think he ordered vodka or something. I didn't really payed attention. He looked at me as I drank the whole thing in a sip. "Thought you didn't drink on an empty stomach anymore." I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, well, special occation." I said and took his glass too. He didn't seem to mind and even if he did, I didn't care. "Kit, what's hanging?" He said. Before I answered him, I motioned the bartender to get another round. After drinking the third glass, I turned to pay attention to him. "You want to kill Bob?" I said and I meant it. He looked slightly confused but nodded. "Yeah, why?" I sniffed quietly but controlled my sobs. "Let's just say you now have another reason to hate him." He kept staring at him as I continued to drown myself with whatever was in my cup. "Fuck this." I murmured. "Can I have a decent beer?" I asked/commanded the bartender. I turned to look at Dallas who waited for an answer. "If you expect me to tell you the tale you can forget it. Just kill him." He sighed and asked for something to drink too. We where silent for a few minutes. It was getting awkward but I was too depressed to do anything about it.

"Can I help you?" I asked out of the blue. Dally frowned and put his drink on the counter. "Nah." I scoffed. "Why the hell not?" He rolled his eyes. "Because killing the bastard would mean using guns and blades." "So?" I honestly didn't see the problem with that. I couldn't think of that being any worst that this. "I don't want you getting killed too, Kit." I sighed and took the guy sitting next to me's drink. Whatever he was drinking tasted like shit. What a pussy. "He hurt me. I want to hurt him back." I said. I was starting to get dizzy but I didn't care. "No. I don't want to be the one to tell your brothers." I rolled my eyes. As if I hadn't heard that before. "Whatever."

After three more beers and I think four rounds of shots, I still couldn't feel better. It was annoying me. I groaned desperately. "Oh, is there something there to knock me out cold?" It was a rhetorical question, but I half-expected an answer. Dallas nodded and grinned. "Yeah. Roofies." I turned to look at him with interest. "I want that." I said without thinking. I had no idea what the hell that was but it sounded like it could do the job. "No." I swear I almost hit him with my bottle. "Why the fuck not?!" I was starting to get angry at him or annoyed. Whatever feeling implicates wanting to beat his ass. "Because it's a drug." He said taking his final drink of his shot. Honestly, I was surprised. In what is left of my innocence, I actually thought Roofies was an alcoholic beverage, not a drug. I thought about it for a moment. Getting drunk off my ass didn't seem to get rid of the pain, and I know I'm against drugs, but if it could get the job done, what the hell. I stood up and started asking around the Roofie. Someone in this bar HAD to have drugs with them. That's what I really hope. Finally, after making a fool of myself to God knows how many guys, I got it. I walked back to where Dallas was with a trimphuant stupid smile on my face. I didn't hesitate to put the round pill on my glass and without stopping to think about it, I drank it all in a sip. Don't dare blame Dallas for it, because a) I had gotten him drunk enough for him to not do anything and b) I would have ignored him anyway.

It took a few minutes for the drug to kick in, but when it did, I got really dizzy and fell of my chair. For all of you who don't know, Roofies can cause temporary ammenisa and complete knock out. I got the ammenisa part. Apparently God doesn't love me enough to knock me out cold, but I guess temporary memory loss was ok too. Dally helped me up as I started laughing stupidly. I couldn't remember who I was, where I was, or what the hell had happened earlier. It all seemed like a blurry dream. So I thought I had just woked up, given the scenery at where I was, it didn't surprise me. "Woah. Are you ok?" I turned to look at him, pulling him away from me. "And who the hell are you?" He grinned. "I'm Dallas Winston." Again with the stupid laugh. "Oh, you mean Dallas as in Texas!" He chuckled mockingly. "No, Dallas as in your boyfriend." I smiled. "Oh, is that so? Wait, and who am I?" I was really confused and dizzy and wanted to puke my guts out, but I fought the feeling. "You're KitKat." That was probably the most shocking realization of the moment. "KitKat? Do I have a pet name? Something less chocolately?" Dallas chuckled again. Glad to know I was your personal joker, buddy. -.- "Kit." Now that made me feel better. He took my hand and we walked out. He took me to his apartment and sat me down on the couch. "Can I get you anything?" "Yeah, some aspirins and something to drink." No surprise he got me beer or something and the aspirins. Now, it's really REALLY bad to mix drugs with alcohol. Just saying. 'Cause I sure as hell didn't know that then.

From what I can remember, we didn't do anything. I mean, he tried to, but at the end he stopped and told me he wasn't my boyfriend. I don't know about you but that's a really big step for Dally. I congratulate you buddy. I know he's not that maybe he doesn't dig feelings, but he digs loyalty. Thanks buddy, I appreciate it. Anywho, he took me to his bed where the best part of the drug kicked in. I was knocked out cold in no time. When I woke up the next day, I felt like shit. Horrible shit, but better than last night. After I woke up Dally, he walked me home. I swear Darry looked scared out of his senses when he saw me. I was/am completely out of shape. Ugh. He hugged me though, wanting to make sure I was fine. I said I was better, which is not a lie. It's slowly slowly, really damn slowly healing. I guess I'll get better physically in no time, but mentally or emotionally, it will take time, especially since I came to actually believe what Bob said. That I do now or not, I don't know. I guess I still do. After the hug, I was instructed/ ordered to go straight to my room to lie down. I didn't argue. It may take time, but I'll get better, especially when I got all you awesome people to help me. Thanks guys. I love you all.

The Only Thing Cuter Than A Butterfly Tattoo

Heywood C. Broun once said: "I might resume the habit of going to church if the preacher would be honest enough to stand up some morning and say, 'Perhaps next Sunday, but not today,' and then sit down." Which has everything and nothing to do with my post. I just found that really really hilarious, dunno why, AND it had the word 'Sunday' in it. Hahahahahahaha. Okay... stopping now...

So yesterday I was going over my 'Things To Do Before I'm Old As Darry' list, which I will post about later, and decided that this was a fine Sunday to do number 49. Get a belly button ring. A belly button ring people! Oh yeah! I had gone with Dawn on Saturday to the same place where Brookie got hers and just as I was about to be passed into the room where the shit happens, I was asked for my ID or in any case, my parent or guardian note. -.- "I didn't bring my fake ID today but I can come later with it." I said but the stupid bitch they have as a receptionist didn't find my joke funny. No one ever finds my jokes as funny as I do. Sigh. So, I was given the permision slip and had to come back when it was sighed. I asked if they could do me the favour of stapeling it around my wrist. I mean really, if they where already treatnig me like a fucking five year-old, they might as well get the whole job done. She didn't find it that amusing either. Some people have no sense of humor.

So broken hearted and left with no hope of getting my belly button pierced now, we walked towards my house. It's sad, I know. The whole way home I had to think about how was I going to convince Darry to sign my paper. I swear I came up with around twenty different ways, all involving me on my knees and begging him to sign it, or I would die. Yes, they can be twenty different ways to do that. It's not as easy as I make it look. I bet you have all come up with Darry's answer. He said... drum roll please, *drum roll* yes! Ha! As if. No, truth be told, he said no. But as always, that has never stopped me before. When I was done with my lame begging, Dawn and I walked into my room to figure out what how to get my way. She was biting her lip and making a funny face. "What's got into you?" I asked faking indignacy. "I'm sorry." She said. I cocked an eyebrow, Two-Bit's style. "Yeah, you better." We sat down on my bed making The Thinker pose trying to find out plan B. After a few seconds of day-dreaming, Dawn stood up. "I got an idea. But you gotta leave the room and wait for me to call you up. Oh and, send Ponyboy in." She said. I looked at her weird. "Okay..." I said and went to living room. I sat next to Pony, who was watching TV. "Dawn says to go to my room cause she wants to talk to you or something." I said. Pony groaned. "Now?" He said, his glance never leaving the TV. I picked up the remote and changed the channel. "Hey!" "Yeah, now." I said raising the remote in the air to prevent the shortie from reaching it. "Okay. Fine!" He said. I smiled at myself pleased.

I waited around twenty minutes for either Pony or Dawn to call me or make a note that they where still there and had not fucked each other, which was on top of my list as possible things that they could be doing there. Finally, Ponyboy came out of the room, with a stupid smile on his face. I expected the worst. Major ew. "Miss Cade asks to see you." He said. Miss Cade? What the fuck. I followed Pony into my room and entered when he held the door for me. My eyes went wide. My room was filled with candles and the light dim making the whole atmosphere so movie-like. "Dawn?" I asked. Sitting in an arm chair was my friend dressed up in a tux, petting a fluffy cat, with her hair in a ponytail and greased up. "Ah, yes. Miss Curtis. Please come in." She said. I walked towards her trying very very very hard not to burst into laughter. "You have come here to request my services and help you solve your inconvinience." I swear my mouth dropped open. "Dawn, you made me wait twenty minutes for you to dress up and make a bad immitation of The Godfather." She eyed me coolly. "Such disrespect. Don't worry, I will still help you. As long as you adress me properly and bent to your knees asking for my services." I rolled my eyes and sighed. "God-mother, I have come to you for advice in my time of need. I ask for your wiseness and expirence to help me solve my problem." I was so killing her. "Sure, my child. What is your unresolved issue?" I rolled my eyes. "I need to know how to get my permit slip signed even after my older brother, Darrel, said no." I said playing with a hint of annoyance in my voice. Dawn stopped for a minute to think. "Interesting." She said. She turned to look at me. "Ask Katie Curtis. She will help you in your time of need." Oh god. Why didn't I think of that? I sighed and stood up. As I walked towards the door, Dawn cleared her throat and I turned around. "What?!" I said. "You did not thank me, my child." She said. I rolled my eyes. "Thank you, godmother." I said. "I'm so killing you." She smiled. She was so enjoying herself. I shot her a glare.

Anyway, I took her advice and skipped towards Soda's and Katie's room, where they usually are, fucking or making out, whichever the case, it is never safe to enter without knocking. "Katie?" I said as I opened the door with my eyes closed. "Kitty?" "Yeah. Can I come in? Is it safe to come in?" "Um, sure." I sighed in relief and opened my eyes. "Um, can I ask you for something?" I said. Soda stared at me with curiosity and that was making this more awkward than it should be. "Soda, do you mind?" I said. He smiled. "Very." Ugh. You people are annoying. "Okay, whatever." I turned towards Katie, taking the permision slip from my pocket. "I need you to sign this." I said handing her the paper. She frowned slightly and read the paper. Petite boy, as usual, snooped around to see what it said. "You're getting a piercing, Kit?" He asked. "No Soda, I'm getting a needle through my skin 'cause it's fun." He smiled innocently. Katie took out a pen and started to doodle all over what I guess was the signature line. "Here." She said smiling. "Thanks Katiekins!" I said and just as I was about to make a run for it, Soda stopped me. "I'm coming with you." I laughed. "Yeah, no. You aren't." "Hey, my wife signed something allowing my sister to get something through her skin. I want to make sure it's safe." I returned him the same innocent smile. "Good luck with that." I said.

"Dawn?" I knocked on my door. "I'm leaving now. With or without you." I said and my best friend hurried out the door. We both walked in silence back to the place. Mainly because I was almost jumping with joy that I will be getting my ring. After a few minutes, Dawn turned to look at me. "You know, Kit, you could have also just fake a signature and the idiots there would have never noticed." She said. I stopped jumping around and turned to look at her. "You mean you made me go through begging to my brother, to treating you like royalty, to asking Katie, for nothing???????" I said. Correction. I WAS killing Dawn Cade tonight. She smiled sweetly. "It wouldn't have been as funny." She said. "Oh, I'll show you funny." I said and started to wrestle with her. I had her arm twisted around her back and she was gasping in pain. "Okay, okay. I get it. Sorry." She said. I let go of her. "Expect my pay-back time."

Anyway, when we got to the place, we found petite boy in the waiting area. "What the?" I said. "Soda, what are you doing here?" Dawn completed for me. "Katie told me where it was. I told you Kit, I wanted to make sure it was safe." Bleh. Katie, I am so disapointed in you. -.- "Okay fine, but not a word, or else..." We sat down next to him and Dawn added. "She means it, Soda." She said winking at him. Those two where getting on my nerves. Breath in, breath out, Kitty. You're getting what you wanted. You got your way. Again. :D When we where called, the bitch lead us to a white room with one of those hospital-like chairs and motioned us to wait. I sat down on the chair, with Dawn and Soda at either side and waited, rather cheerfully, for the 'doctor' dude. "You know, I always wondered how I would look with one of those. But it is so gay." He said. Dawn bit her lip again trying not to laugh and I smiled at my brother. "No Soda, it isn't gay, but you do need a flat stomach." I said smiling. "Oh, burn." Dawn said high-fouring me. "You two are so rude." "We know." We said in unision. We waited five minutes for the dude to come into the room. He was the same one that had done it for Brookie, so he recognize me and smiled. "Hey, Kitty, right?" "Yeah." I said. He lifted my shirt up to reveal my stomach and cleaned the area around the belly button with alcohol. He took out the piercing gun and smiled when he saw my face. Yeah, I don't like needles, and I don't know what scared me the most, that it could hurt or that I could throw up. Either way, I was still doing it. "Okay, Kitty. This might hurt." He said. "Okay, don't worry. I'm fine. Totally calm. Babbling because I'm trying to get distracted." I said. He chuckled and got ready. Dawn extended her hand and I took it. I took Soda's too, just in case. Payback time for both of them. We where silent and the dude let go of the trigger.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. I'm never doing this again. I think I broke Soda's and Dawn's hands and scared half the town with my scream. I didn't know it would hurt this bad and I should know, cause I took Brookie to get hers. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. I didn't even want to look.Once the dude was done and I literally couldn't scream anymore, I got a good look at my belly button ring. It's so pretty! I got this one.


So now I just completed thing to do number 49 and I am so happy at my new piercing. Yay. I know you are all jealous. :D

Ten Things I Love About You

So a certain brother of mine posted ten things he loved about me so because I'm just plain awesome and I love him too, I decided to post ten things I like about him. This is also as a way to compensate because I haven't been able to figure out what to comment on his post.

LAS DIEZ COSAS QUE AMO DE SODAPOP PETITE CURTIS!
(TOP TEN THINGS I LOVE ABOUT SODAPOP PETITE CURTIS!)

Zehn) His happy-go-lucky attitude can brighten anyone's day. Even on your worst, you're always best with him.

Nein) He has this perfectly balance level of sweetness and toughness.

Acht) He is so smart! Even if he doesn't think so. He just doesn't need books or problems to prove it. He has his own special way of thinking that makes total sense.

Sieben) Loyalty runs through his veins. He's always there when you need him and will do anything to help you.

Sechts) He's drop dead gorgeous... That sounded soooo weird coming from me but it's true! He embraces the well-known family looks.

Fünf) I don't know about you, but I wouldn't mess with him. He's a hell of a good fighter.

Vier) He understands everything and everybody. He doesn't judge you and somehow, always knows what to say to make you feel better.

Drei) He so nice to people and humble and a hopeless romantic. No wonder every girl in town wanted him.

Zwei) He's the BEST cook in the whole wide world and his cooking is always random. You never get bored around him.

Eins) He somehow managed to get me to suck up my pride and write this about him. It takes awesomeness to do that.

So here you go Soda. See? I can do nice things without expecting anything in return. I also think I should post one about Carson. Ok, Car, here comes YOUR one and only, special post from Kitty!

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CARSON MAYBELL RANDLE

Has a lesbian sister named Stevianne Randle.

Is the awesome Randle sibling.

Is rated by the FBI's as America's Most Wanted.

Has the biggest penis you have ever seen.

May or may not be a female. Her identity is kept as secret.

For some unreasonable reason, is best friends with The Blairinator.

Is a part-time pirate and full-time ninja.

Carson Randle has the World Record for most creative swear words produced in the count of five minutes.

Was born on the month of February, or so she says.

Doesn't have to put up with the shit of being in a relationship. She makes 'independent women' look in shame.

Hangs out kindergarden gold stars when people do good things.

Has Kitty Curtis wondering why she entitled her post as 'Chandler Bing'.

Doesn't like when people use wink smiles. E.G. ;)

Major badass.

Has achieved perfect Nirvana, scratch that, Awesomeness.

And that's is pretty much all the confidential file of Carson Maybell Randle had to share.

Would You Run And Never Look Back?

(Note from the author: I know it's been a long time, I apologyze. A friend of mine came up with a last minute trip and I was like what the hell, let's go. So yeah. But, to make it up to you, here is a super long post just for you, my dear readers. Enjoy! +D)

I drove and drove, no particular destination, no where to go but forward. All I wanted to do was get away, as far away as possible. The hours went by and the rain overshadowed me with its warmth. I didn't notice. Everything was intramuscular. Time didn't exist. A million things went through my mind but only one had my absolute attention. Why had I been scared? Why was I running away? Tears where streaming down my cheeks, blurring my view. I brushed them away. Tears that seemed to never come where now shadowing my senses, my feelings. Everything was cold. Everything was dark.

I turned to look at the fuel. Fifty miles to go and I was running low on gasoline. I didn't care. I will stop whenever the car did. It gave in eventually. I was pushing it too far. A car that can only go to sixty miles an hour (I had borrowed it from my old friend Talan). I stopped at an little inn just a mile from the Nebraska border. I was that far. I walked in, wet and in tears and headed to the bathroom. I was puking my guts out. I was really feeling bad. When I came out, after I had done what was humanly possible to not look like shit, because I did, I sat down at the bar and asked for some water. A lady sitting next to me asked me if I was ok. When I looked at her, though I wanted so hard to say yes or lie for that matter, I just burst into restless cries and rested my head in her shoulder. She rubbed my shoulder and hummed to me as if I was her daughter instead of a complete stranger. When I calmed down she asked again and I told her everything that had happened and how I felt like the biggest asshole in the planet. It turns out she was the owner of that little inn, and her along with her husband, the bartender, offered me to stay with them, since my car broke down and your little friend forgot to bring money with her. I was not thinking straight, alright!

The third day of my stay, I was starving but a) nothing seemed appealing and b) I had no money to buy it. It turns out, you need money to buy food. -.- So I just drank my weight in water every day, which you will find out later was not a good idea. Of course, I could have simply just asked for a loan to the owners, but I felt like they had done so much for me already that I really didn't want to bother them. Idiot. I spend most of my time in my given room, thinking. At first the more I thought about what had happened, the more painful it felt. Believe me, I felt like the only thing I ever did was dissapoint people. I had fallen in some sort of depression in which the only thing I did was sleep and cry, nothing else, and believe me, nothing else. In such state, several unpleasant thoughts, that have no particular use in being repeated, I decided to change something about myself. I took a long cold shower and once I was done, since I had my hair perfectly wet, I decided to cut it. Short. It now runs barely just above my shoulders. It sent some sort of sick relief through my veins, since it was the only thing I could cut without hurting myself. That's how mentally unstable I was. At the fifth day, Jill, the owner, just had enough of it and literally had to drag me out. She offered me a job, just to clear my head a little. It seemed like a good idea, I did need the money. But even so, the only thing that seemed edible was water. I'm going to tell you something, waitressing is NOT in my future. I already have some attitude myself, I don't need others'.

And the days went by. I was living life in some sort of zombie state. It was mortifying, specially to the people around me. I could tell my physical condition wasn't improving. I was puking almost every day and I looked pale and tired. The mortifying part was, I wasn't doing anything about it. I didn't know what to do, so I called someone who I knew would tell me the things how they are without sympathy or that shit. I called Carson. "Hello?" She said . "Carson, it's me, Kitty." "Kitty? Where the hell are you? We have been worried sick about you!" "Yeah, I know its been a while." "Just a while?! Kitty, its been a month!" A month? For real? Fuck my life. "Oh. Okay." She sighed. "Kitty, when are you coming back?" I sighed and closed my eyes, feeling hot tears forming in my eyes. "That's sort of what I wanted to talk to you about." There was a long silence, but I could sense the anxiousness in her voice. I took a deep breath. "Carson, what should I do?" I asked hopeless and well, defeated. "I'm going to ask you a question. Kitty, are you ready to get married?" I opened my eyes and looked down, fighting to keep the tears back. "Well if I say yes I'm an idiot, right?" She chuckled. "You'll be an idiot anyway, but if you say you're not ready to get married, well, you're a fool too." And I snapped out of it. "Carson, thank you. Don't worry, I'll be home soon." I said and hunged up. It dawned on me. Everything. I was scared because getting married was a commitment. It was one step to growing up and when you grow up, your heart dies. I was scared because that meant that I had not only to look after myself, but after someone else too. I was responsible not only for my actions but for someone else's too. I'd have to figure out everything adults did. I couldn't just be a reckless seventeen year-old anymore. I had to take some responsibility because this time, it wasn't only about me, and that really scared the shit out of me.

I said goodbye to Jack and Jill, packed my things and just drove all the way back from where I came from. It took me more time to get to Tulsa than I had expected. Probably because I was anxious to get there, unlike when I had been anxious to get the hell out of there. It felt weird when I parked the car in front of my house, my home. I got my things out and walked to the door. The moment I opened the door and Darry, Soda, Pony, and Katie saw me, I was attacked by the beasts. Soda was the first to reach me. He grabbed me in a huge hug that literally strangled the life out of me. Darry joined in and I was gasping for oxygen. I didn't remember them being so damn strong or maybe I was just to weak to resist the placed strengh in my body. "Oh Kitty, we where worried sick."Katie said. "Where the hell where you?" Ponyboy asked from somewhere. "I..." But I couldn't continue because by this point I WAS suffocating. "Let the poor girl breath, boys." Katie said with a smile. They let go and she hugged me. I hugged her tight too. When I turned to face my family, they all looked at me in shock. "Kitty, what happened to you?" Darry asked. I had cut my hair, lost eight and half pounds (this is why you shouldn't drink more than two litters of water a day. It can be bad for you.), and I looked pale and sick. "Nothing Darry, I'm fine." I lied...again. He, of course, gave me 'the look'. "Go rest, we'll talk about this tomorrow." He said. I nodded and headed to my room. Before I could reach it, he added. "I'm glad you're home little sister. I missed you. We all did." I smiled and locked the door after me. Oh comfort of my bed. I'll never leave you again.

The next day I woke up at around noon. I took a cold shower and got dressed. Nobody was home so I decided to just make something simple for breakfast. It was a bad idea. I couldn't get myself to eat more than half an apple. -.- I had to check on that later. I grabbed the phone and called Blair. "Yo." "Hey B, it's Kit." "Kit!!! You're alive! You didn't get eaten by radioactive leprecons!" ... "Yeah, anyway. Um, do you know where is Two-Bit?" "Yeah. He's down at Buck's. Why?" I took a deep breath. "Cause I need to see him." I said and hunged up. I got inside the car and drove as fast as I could to Buck's. Though I was nervous and kind of scared to face him after what had happened, I was more anxious to see him. I parked where it looked like it was a parking spot and I raced inside to look for him. He wasn't that hard to find. He was sitting at the bar, doing nothing. "Yes!!!" I said as soon as I reached him. The entire room went dead silent, for I had yelled a little bit more loudly than I had originally planned. Two-Bit turned to look at me. Confusion, surprise, and happiness all bottled up in his eyes. "Kitty?" I took a step towards him. "Two-Bit, when times are cloudy there's no certany in what seems to be the right choice. You're torn in a battle between your head and heart. Love is a powerful thing, that can bring the best and worst out of you. And that really scares the hell out of us. But it is worth it, that's what makes it so tricky. It's magic when you share it with someone. Fireworks at night, warmth in the winter, and a smile on a bad day. But when you're young and innocent, they all tell you it ain't love what you feel, and though you know it's real, you believe them. You run away from it and fight it." There was a short silence as I took a deep breath and looked directly at his beautiful gray eyes. Completely unaware of the several eyes placed upon me, I continued. "Two-Bit, I just spend a month of my life trying to figure out what I already knew. I love you. Only you. You make so unbelievably happy. No one can make me smile like you do or get me like the way you do. You turn my world upside down and I don't mind. You make my heart beat fast and slow down at the same time. You make me so crazy and hopelessly in love with you. Two-Bit, I want to spend forever with you." I said and as the words sunk in on both of us, he smiled took out the beautiful ring from his pocket and placed it on my finger. "Kitty, all I have ever wanted to do was make you feel as happy and in love as you make me feel. Thank you for making me the grand honour of marrying me." And then we kissed and it was a long, passionate, and sencire kiss.