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