Spend Forever With You

The alarm went off silently and I rolled over to the side to push it to the ground. The sun was bright and shinning through the curtains. I hide underneath my covers hoping to catch even the slightly drop of sleep before waking up. Then I opened my eyes as I stared at the ceiling. That's when I realized what day it was. It's my Wedding Day. I had to say it out loud before believing it. Over the past few weeks we've gone through every last minute yet important detail. Final dress check up, the cake, making sure everything was perfect at the venue, the shoes, Two-Bit's tux, the bridesmaids dresses, the makeup and hair appointments, the flowers, the guest list. Everything had to be done at least the night before. And it was. Everyone please give a big round of applause to Miss Angelica Winston and Miss Dawn Cade that because of their eternal love towards moi, stayed up almost all night making sure everything went as planned. Thank you, girls.

I stood up and walked over to the kitchen. Jelly prepared some breakfast for the two of us. She kicked Two-Bit out last night because the bride and the groom aren't supposed to see each other on their wedding date and so he slept over at Dimitri's. When she finished, she ordered me to go get a shower so I did. The girl's started arriving around eleven, along with our make-up/hair stylist friend that was conveniently invited to the wedding ;). She wanted to see the dress first to give her an idea. She spent two hours on me, I swear I've never sat down that long before. I was anxious to get up and have something to do. When she was finally done. I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked gorgeous, even better that usual. And I looked just like my mother. I've never really noticed the resemblance before but I was amazed at how much we look a like. I walked out of my room. "So, what do you think?" I asked my lovely ladies while I stricked a pose. "You know, I always thought I would get a whore as a sister-in-law but I guess my prayers were answered." Jamie said with relief. Yeah, I guess I can't really blame her. Jelly and Dawn were ready and so we drove to my home before getting to the venue. "We're here." I yelled and here comes Darry and Pony, Pony having a difficult time fixing his tie, idiot, and Darry standing all well Darry-like.

"Go on, put your dress on." Darry said as Jelly followed me with my dress and shoes. My brothers went on one car and Dawn, Jelly, Katie and me rode in another. When we got the venue everyone was there and so my bridesmaids and me, we waited at the bride's room before the ceremony began. The girls spend some time with me and some other time talking to the rest of the people, so I was alone for a while until Darry and Soda came in. "Where's Pony?" "Making out with Brooke." Soda said. "Right, just make sure he doesn't mess with her too much." Then I took a deep breath. "Hey, how are you?" Darry said. I chuckled. "A little nervous but other than that great. Magnificent, actually. Better than I've felt in a long a time." "Good to know." Then Darry walked over to me and gently caressed my cheek. "Mom and Dad would've been proud." I smiled. "Yeah. I just wish they could be here." And I looked down for a moment but Darry raised my chin. "They are here, they are always here, in our hearts. We just got to remember." Then he looked around his pocket and took out a small navy box. He was holding a beautiful diamond bracelet that he placed around my wrist. "Mom wanted you to have this. It belonged to our great-grandmother. She was really proud of you, Kit." A small tear left my eye and they hugged me. Darry kissed my forehead and Soda gently punched my shoulder. Then they left. Jelly and Dawn came running after. "It's time!" Dawn said.

Everyone was sitting at the infinite amount of benches. The bridesmaids walked with their respected partner as I waited for my escort. "Hey." Dim said as he stood by my side. "You look beautiful." "So I've been told." "Well, let's go then." He extended his arm and I took it. Everyone got up the moment they saw me coming and the music started playing. And as I walked down the aisle I could feel my legs slightly shaking. Then I saw him. Standing there. Not a doubt whatsoever. Very proud of his decision. And I knew then that everything would be more than okay. Dimitri kissed my cheek and placed my hand on Two-Bit's. And the priest started.

"We're gathered here today to join Keith Andrew Mathews and KitKat Sarah Curtis in matrimony. Who gives this woman to be married?" "I do but she gives herself freely." Dimitri said and I turned to wink at him. "It is commonly seen that young couples decide to say traditional vows, but anyone who knows Two-Bit and Kitty knows they are fat from traditional. So I wasn't surprised when they informed me they were going to write their own. Kitty?" I looked from Two-Bit to the priest and then back at Two-Bit. I took a deep breath before starting and then everything seemed so natural.

"Two-Bit, three hundred and sixty-four days ago you asked me to marry you. Three hundred and thirty-one days ago I said yes. And that month that we spend apart I realized I can't imagine my life without you. I said yes because we are meant to be together, even we're apart. Ever since we were little we have a bond that's so strong that nothing and no one can ever brake it. You're my friend. You listen when I talk, you wipe my tears when I cry, and you tell the joke that makes me laugh. I can be myself. I can act silly, I can be sarcastic, I can be cynical or a hopeless romantic and you love me just the same. You believe in me even in the moments when I don't believe in myself. So I give you my soul, my heart, and my love."

And then Two-Bit said his vows. The priest looked us both and he smiled. "Two-Bit, will you take this woman to be your beloved wife to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in heatlh, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part?" "I do." "Kitty, will you take this man to be your beloved husband to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part?" I took Two-Bit's hand, looked deep into those gorgeous gray eyes and said the two words more lovable and trustful than you can say to someone. "I do." And we exchanged rings. Finally, the priest looked at us and finished. "I may now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." And with that, Two-Bit hold me close, looked for a moment at my blue eyes and kissed me. The priest was right. Till death do us part.

Terrible Twos My Ass

Yesterday was my time to baby sit...again. Just this time it was Blaze and Carter double trouble. Damn that Blair. I woke up to the sound of freaking knocks on my door. Two-Bit was knocked out from his nineteen-hour drive and Jelly was, god knows where the bitch was, but it was me who had to open the fricking door. "What?" I growled. It was Blair with her two little...things, for lack of a better word. "Would you babysit? Yes? Alright. Thank you." And just like that I was left with two kids and a backpack. Yayness... not. I sighed and carried Blaze. "Come little minions. It's time for breakfast." So I don't know what they eat so I just took out some chocolate cake that Soda left here the other day and served it to them with some milk. The little fuckers like to throw cake around the kitchen. In no time it was a Blaze-Carter vs Kitty fight and I won. Muahahahahaha. But that just made them cry. -.- Just then a sleepy sloppy Two-Bit walked into the kitchen. "What's going on here?" "Well, handsome, your sister left me this two to babysit and they're being pussies cause I beat them in an epic cake fight." "Really? Man, they always beat me!" He said. Two year-olds beating a nineteen year-old? Now that's something you don't see every day. "Okay, let me hop on a shower and then I'll come help ya." He said. "That'd be awesome." I said. Meanwhile I half cleaned the kitchen and all.

I have that song "Friday" stuck in my head. I wanna kill the motherfucker that had that playing all day at school. -.-

So Tibbs took both of them into the tub with him, lord almighty knows what they might've seeen there, well, I do know and I personally like it but I can't say the same for Blaze or Carter. I hoped into the tub too, but I used a bathing suit cause we are trying to keep it PG and all. And little Carter was pulling off the bra thingy. Like seriously! He was poking...there. Two-Bit got jealous. "Hey! Those are mine." And so he started to splash Carter and Carter splashed back. Soon enough they where chasing each other. Meanwhile, Blaze, the only smart one, hugged me while those two killed each other. The shower was fun, but it wasn't the best part. We took them to the park. Apparently kids don't like the merry-go-round a whole lot when they are stuffed. It was some funny shit watching them crumbled for their balance. Miniature drunkies! :D

We got home them and we had another epic food fight. Pizza fight. Blair is so gonna kill us. But what can I say? Baby food is some nasty shit. After playing some twister and some horseback riding, (I was on top for most of the game ;)) we finally got them to go to sleep. "Hey." I wrapped my arms around Two-Bit as he hold Blaze. "We finally got some alone time." "Yeah." He said kissing my cheek. "You know what I was thinking, you know as we took care of the little ones?" I lifted Carter and sat down on the floor next to Two-Bit. "What?" "Would we make good parents? You know, hypothetically speaking of course." Kids are in a distant future plan. Two-Bit kind of shivered. "I dunno, Kit. I mean, I guess. But, I don't know." I kissed his cheek. "I'm scared about that. I mean, there's no goddamn rule book or anything and one screw up can cause a lot of damage, but it can't be that hard. I mean, I know how I want to be." I paused for a moment. "I went to see my mom and dad the other day. Their graves were empty so layed down some flowers. And I started talking to them, and I realized I had a hell of a lot more to say to my dad than I had to my mom. I barely spoke to my mother when she was alive. We had more fights than the jews and muslims and I don't want that for my kids. I want them to have a relationship with me, but you know, sometimes I have my doubts. You'll be a great father, though. I just know it." He smiled and kissed me and for a moment, I forgot I was holding a little kid, otherwise I would've gotten more. "You'll be a great mom too, Kitty." And we just kept on kissing until we fell asleep. Then we woke up to the sound of Blaze drinking from a beer bottle we had forgot to put away. Hehe.

Even In The Worst Time We'll Pull Through

"I think...I think I'm pregnant." Woah I did not see that one coming. I think I scared Jelly out of my mind by the mere look on my face. I froze. My whole face went pale. My hands were clenched into tight fists. You could see the veins by the visibility of my skin. Then I realized I was probably making it all worst so I relaxed and chuckled. "Right. Good one, Jelly. You had me scared to dead for a second there." Well of course I made a joke about it! What else was I supposed to do when one of your best friends tells you she's pregnant?! I mean, sure, I could rub it in her face a hundred times 'I told you so.' but that wouldn't help at all. And It's not like I could pin her to the floor and chop her balls off either. She's the one holding the freaking baby. Then I remembered. Dimitri. His name was buzzing in my head. Must. Kill. Freaking. Dimwit. I sighed. There might be blood. I walked towards Jelly. I think she was scared of me because she took a step away when I touched her. But I pulled her towards me and wrapped my arms around her. I hugged her. I hugged her really tightly. "It's okay, Jelly. We'll find a way to make it all right." And I mean it. I mean, whatever the thing turned out to be, we can always find a way to make it all better. "You're tired." I said as I pulled a strand of hair out of her face. "Why don't you go to sleep?" And I left her wrapped between her sheets, closed her door, and went straight for the door.

He had barely a towel on when I pin him down and hit him... where it hurts. "Kit, what the fuck?" He groaned. I leaned down so my face would be inches away from his. "I told you I'd kill you." I must admit that that did sound very mafia like but oh well. I turned around and left. I spend the next day with Jelly just talking. She had told Dimitri and she told me about his reaction, about what she herself was feeling and I suddenly felt really bad for her. At one point or another, I talked to Two-Bit about it. "What are we gonna do?" He asked. "I don't know. I mean, I never seen her so down. And I can't do anything to make it okay." Two-Bit leaned in and kissed the top of my head. "I'll help you there. I'll try to make her laugh a little. Ya know, take her mind of things. It'd be a Two-Bit/Jelly epic adventure." I smiled and kissed him on the cheek softly. "Thank you." So I left Jelly again sitting on the couch watching a Brat Pack special on TV with Two-Bit by her side and headed out.

It was the middle of the night. I had to walk to his place. My car was still being fixed up. There where no lights on but I let myself in anyway. I walked up to his room. No Dimitri. I knew he hadn't gone out cause Chase was sound asleep and snoring in his. So I looked for him everywhere. In the bathroom, below the stairs, in the living room, until I finally found him sitting on the kitchen floor with a bottle of whiskey by his side. He was half drunk. Sigh. He barely looked at me when I sat down next to him and put my arm around his shoulder. "Hey." I said sweetly. We were silent for five long minutes. For a second I thought he really wasn't going to say anything. But just before I could open my mouth to speak, he spoke. "I thought we where being careful. I thought there was nothing to worry about. I never wanted to be one of those people. Ya know, the ones that have kids everywhere simply because they don't know how to use a fucking condom." He wasn't looking at me and he took the bottle again to take a sip. I snatched it away. Half drunk was already bad enough. "I thought I was smarter than this." He said, his voice was sore and trembling. He was almost cracking up. I pulled him close into a hug. "There, there, Dimmy. It's okay. We all make mistakes. I mean, God knows I have my fair share of them. We're not perfect. Sure you may have use all the precautions but sometimes this things happen anyway. And you got two choices. You can either let it get the best of you, give in to the fear and let it turn this into a tragedy. Or you can embrace it, look for things that would make if better. I mean, we're not even sure if Jelly is really and a hundred percent pregnant. And you guys love each other. If anyone can make it through this is you guys." "But Kitty, I'm scared." "Oh honey, I know it's scary. Believe me, I know how scary things can be. But I also know that things are better if you don't let fear conquer you." "But Kitty-" He started again but I caught him off. "No Dimitri, no." I held his face between my hands and made him look directly at me. "I'm gonna give you five seconds. You can be scared out of your mind, scream, yell, cry, do whatever you want. Let fear take completely oer. But you only got five seconds. Then, you'll stand on you're two feet and get your act together. Do it for Jelly, all right." He nodded. He got comfortable and ready. "Okay. You can go." I swear to God he was almost shaking. "One...two...three...four...five." He said. I wasn't sure if that would make him feel better but at least it would make him have a little control over himself. "Oh Dimitri." I said when he turned to look at me. He was doing his best to keep up the brave act. It's funny who we go back and forth with saving each other. :) "It'll be okay. We'll make it through this." I said and I hugged him. We just stayed like that, hugging each other. Until he fell asleep and I fell asleep.

Even in the worst of times we'll pull through, 'cause we're greasers and that's what we do.

Right Here, Right Now, Just Us

"KitKat Sarah Curtis! Where the fucking hell have you been? No call. You just disappear! You know I had Tim and Dally and Steve look all over town for you." I knew I was in slight trouble when Two-Bit used my full name. I knew he must've been worried sick. I mean, he sent Dallas. "I'm sorry. I-" But he didn't let me finish, because the moment he saw me he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me close. I could barely breathe as he hold me close to his chest. I could hear his heart beating. Slow and regular. He'd never hugged me that way. No one has. I had forgotten about the warmth of his skin. The way my body relaxed by the mere touch. I felt protected. He hugged as though he didn't want to let me go. He hugged me like he wanted me to become a part of him. And I just wanted to be in his arm. After slow seconds he was starting to pull away. "No." I said and I clenched my hands to his shirt. I wasn't willing to let him go either. I couldn't see his face, but he kissed me on the forehead as he lifted me and carried me to our bed. He put me down and wrapped his arm around me. "Two-Bit?" I whispered. "Yeah?" "How come you worry so much about me? I mean, I was gone for like a day." He was silent for a second. Then he leaned closer and pushed me towards him. My face inches from his. "Because I love you, Kitty. Even when we where just friends I took care of you. I really want to be the one who protects you. The one who you can count on. The one you can talk to." He kissed me gently on the cheek. "You see, I'm stealing Dimitri's place as the best friend." I kissed him. "You don't have to worry about that. You're first on my book."

So what happened on those two days that we were away? Dealing with Miss Sandy Davis should be cconsidered an Oympic Sport. Her freaking hormones annoy the shit out of me. We just mostly talked. About everything. It felt weird, you know. I'm usually the one that has to hold it together. The one that is always on one piece. So being the patient and not the doctor was a whole new expirence for me. I can't personally say I liked it. Actually, I don't think I ever want to go through it again, but I promised Sandy and unfortunatley I like to keep my promises. Do I want to talk about it? Not really. But what's to tell anyway? It is all nicely written in Sandy's blog, so if you're that curious go check it out.

When I woke up the next morning, Two-Bit was still asleep. There is no greater feeling than waking up next to him. The wake up part beats the sex part of the night. And if you say anything Dallas against it I will cut your balls off. But no pressure. :P I stood up to try not to wake him and went to the kitchen. I had planned something special for him that morning. I had Dimitri and Chase run errands all morning. They brought me chocolate, milk, eggs, sugar, and some other cooking stuff. I was gonna make brownies. And no, not from the instant receipe that comes in the boxes. Two-Bit's favourite brownies have to be made from scratch. Let me tell you, just because you're doing something with all your heart does it make it any less difficult. Chase and Dimwit were enjoying my lack of cooking abilities. They offered to help but I turned them down... for the 100th time. "No!" I said growling at them. "I got to make this! I just have to get this right on my own." I know I can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but I just really wanted something to go right. I wanted something to go as planned. I really just needed that feeling of satisfaction. Eventually Two-Bit got up and I was almost finished. "Ah! Go back to bed." I ordered him. So I set everything up and brought it over to the room. "Did someone ordered Breakfast in Bed?" I said putting the tray down. "Kitty?" He asked as he looked at the tray. "Are these my mother's brownies?" I kissed him. "I love you, Two-Bit Mathews." So we sat down and we ate and we joked around and we talked. And those are the moments that are truly amazing.

Later on, we took a walk. "Where are we going?" Two-Bit asked. We had been walking for over an hour, past the South Side, into the forest. "I'm sorry about the walk, it's just that Dimitri is fixing up Sheila and all." "You named your car?" "Hells to the yeah." "Okey..." And I slapped him on the side of the head for dramatical effect. We all know tha dark forest that surrounds the south side and the stories our parents used to tell us to keep us away. No surprised your little friend decided to check them out one day a couple of years ago. About a twenty minute walk from the entrance and into the heart of the woods, there is a small meadow. Oak trees surrounded it and there is so little light that its always shadowy and cool. It's perfect to lie down and think. And beyond that meadow, there is a cliff, and it's the scene you've ever seen. It's my favourite place in the world. "What is this?" Two-Bit said. "Do you remember how I used to tell you that one day I wanted to go visit London and Paris and all those magic places?" He nodded. "Well, this is my Paris and my London, and my Tulsa. This is the only place in the world where there are no greasers or socs. Where people are just that, people. I come here when something's bothering me or when I just want to be alone. This is my sacred place. It's called Kitty's Point. Because here is where everything conects. Where everything makes sense." Two-Bit looked around and then he lifted me up and swing me. "Now we can call it Two-Bit and Kitty's Point." We sat around the edge of the cliff watching the clouds. We saw the birds and the butterflies enjoying the spring. "Two-Bit, this place is beautiful." "It sure is." "Two-Bit," I leaned towards him so he could see me. "Why don't we get married? Right here. Right now. Just us."

Don't You Ever Ever Feel Like You're Less Than Fucking Perfect

87. 87 is dangerland. 87 is parties and laughs and hugs and kisses. 87 is too real it scares me. Yet, 87 is what it is. And it doesn't seem to go away. 87 is beauty. 87 is strength. 87 is weakness. 87 is freedom. 87 is respect. 87 is everything there is. Is 87 happiness? I hear voices in my head. "It is not worth it." They say. I hear others. "It's what you want." Is it? Is it really? Because it comes a point where I really don't know. It is just the space between my bones and my skin. I'm wrapped up in a porcelain frame. 87 is dangerous. It doesn't seem to go up but it goes down. 87 is good. Not perfect, but good. I raised a glass of shallow water. I drank it. I felt how the water slowly fell of my jaw. It feels watery and flavourless. Water has been my companion for ten months now. Ten months and I've managed to survive. I must be really lucky. Or really unlucky.

I got outside my door. The living room is empty. The kitchen is empty. Jelly's room is empty. There's no one home. So I lock myself in the bathroom. Like I have done many times before. I stare at myself in the mirror and I do the unthinkable. I lift up my shirt and take off my pants. I had to buy new ones so they would fit. The others, they don't understand, hell, I don't think I understand. I leaned towards the mirror and I look, like really look. I look at my face, at my chest, at my stomach, at my thighs, at everything that forms me. And I wonder, do I like it? I love my face. It's the face of an angel. The face a million girls would die for. I stare at my chest. It's not flat, but I could do better. You can see my ribs sticking out and bones marked were my breasts should be. I dare to go lower. My stomach is shrinking on itself, ready to make my throw up if I let it. I never imagined myself like this, then again, I never did I not imagined myself like this either. I finally look down, to all that there is and all that's been holding me up. I look for something to lean on, but all I see are two sticks holding me. Two long and skinny sticks that feel like they might give up any second. It's as if though I'm a ghost. It feels like I'm floating. Am I?

I stare down at the toilet. I feel like I'm about to lose it. I sit down. I can't. It's not right. It never has been. I lean on the wall and slowly let myself fall. I sit. I pressed my legs against my chest. I need to tell someone. I really do. It's eating me. How do you want to die? From the outside-in or from the inside-out? But no one will understand. No one can really feel what I'm feeling. No one can know what I'm really thinking. No one will understand no matter how hard they try. So who to tell? I tried before, I told Dimitri, but he didn't get it. He didn't understand. He didn't tell me exactly what I wanted to hear. What is it that I want to hear? Soda laid out all kinds of sentences. Sentences and words. They don't mean much. Do they mean anything at all? I start breathing heavily. My heart is pounding fast. I can feel each heart beat pressing up against my chest. One breath at a time. I sniff quietly.

The first time they found out... Dimmy told me to talk about. "Kitty, you don't have to hold it together every minute of every day." Hmm. Yeah, I do. I really do. Because if I don't, I lose control, and for a girl me, a girl that has to put up with this shit every minute of every day, losing control leads to dangerland. I feel like crying again. Lately, that seems to be the only thing I ever do. Cry and cry and cry some more. What happened to me? I've cried more this past year than I had in the past six or so years. I really just needed to talk to someone. So I grabbed my phone and searched through the contact list. Only one person knows how I'm feeling. I called Sandy. "Hey." I said as she picked up. "What wrong?" She asked. I can't even begin to wonder how my voice sounded that she of all peopled noticed. "I need to talk to you." I said. When I hung up, I stood up and I put my clothes and as I did my mind kept wondering.

I am that girl. The girl that people watch go by. The girl that the boys just stare at the pretty face because there's nothing more to stare at. The girl that the other girls talk to. "Tell us your secret." They say. Hmm. As if this was something to be excited about. A couple of days ago a little girl came to me. A freshman. Boy are they naive. She asked me how do I do it? How did I get so skinny? Because she'd been trying. And she couldn't get herself to be pretty. Did she really think I did this on purpose? Did she really think I wanted it? I've always loved myself. I've always loved the way I look. It all stared July. 110, tall and perfect. Then I made the mistake or running away. And that month, I lost ten. And then, it just didn't seem to stop. I had made my body used to it, so that it would ask for less and less. Then a 100 turned into 90 and 90 turned into the magical number 87. Dangerland. Ten months, over the course of ten months I lost 23. Great. So when I looked at the little girl and I saw her a flash of guilt rushed through my skin. She was startled by my figured. Impressed with my body and style. Her eyes were glowing as she waited for me to answer her, as if I was her fairy godmother and I could give her everything she ever wanted. So I answered. "Piece of advice kid, you're beautiful. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise. And you, you don't want this." And I turned around and left. Truth is, that little girl hadn't been the first, and unfortunately not the last either. Do they think I really wanted this? Do they want it so badly? Fine, they can take it, 'cause I'm so done with it. So sick of it.

So when I heard about Sandy, about the official diagnosis and the fact that she was locked up I thought I knew what to do. I drove there and when I rushed to her room, I packed her things and told her we where making a run for it. Just a small one. Driving had always calmed me. Sometimes when I was really upset about something I would take the truck for a drive in the middle of the night. Just around the north side. "Where are we going?" I did not think this through. I shrugged without looking at Sandy. "Where do you want to?" She shrugged too so I just kept on going. I didn't realize we had left Tulsa until we saw small villages around us. I didn't want to go back so I just kept driving. The clock marked 11:34 and I could hardly see straight. "I think we should go back." I nodded. Unfortunately I thought so too. But when I turned around there was a nasty sound coming from the engine. Ugh. That didn't sound good. I was pushing hard on the accelerator but I was only barely moving. So I pulled up to the side and inside the forest. I guess we shall call it a night and set up camp or something.

It's not a good thing when your car brakes down in the middle of fucking no where. "We can't just stay here! What are we gonna do?" Sandy asked. "Well, it's not like there's some kind of hotel nearby. We stay here until I fix this." "Yeah? And how are you gonna fix it?" "It can't be that hard to fix a car. Soda does it." Suddenly I wish I had listened to my brother when he tried and failed to explain me mechanics. So after an hour of calming hormonal Sandy -.- and setting up our little improvised camp, I took a look at the engine. So I pulled some stuff here and cleaned some stuff there and yeah. "How is it?" Sandy asked. "I got no effing clue." "What?" She asked. "You've been doing this for over half an hour." "Yeah well, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing." I snapped, leaning against the hood with my greasy hands over my head. "Sometimes I don't know what the fuck I'm doing." Sandy took a deep breath and closed the hood of the car. She took my arm and dragged me to sit by the fire she had set up. "I really think you should talk about it. About whatever that's bothering you."

There's So Much You Can Learn But You Don't Want To Know

Sometimes there are some things that are better left forgotten. Like a childhood memory. Or a bad expirence there. Or the fact that someone close to you, as in blood close, might've shared more with you than they are supposed to.

So Dimitri, Jelly, Katie, Soda, Blair, Dallas, Chase, Dawn, Steve, Darry, Pony, Two-Bit and I were all hanging out on the house. As in the official Curtis Residence. And we were doing what we do best, well, what we do second best which is chat and talk and pretty much waste each other's time. And we were talking about the old times. And Soda and Steve, besides their usual argument about how supposedly it is Steve's fault that everyone now know Soda's petite, which is really not true, stupid Soda just misinterpret what was said, they were fighting over Jelly. "I can't believe you kissed Jelly! She was my girlfriend!" "Dude, it was like a million years ago, so it doesn't really matter." "Matter?!" And that's when Soda stood up to size Steve up. "It fucking matters to me!" And Steve with his cocky personality just folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Why?" He said as though it was no big deal. "Because the night you kissed Jelly was the night I kissed Jelly for the very first time." Jelly almost chocked on her drink. "What? You kissed her that night too?" And that's when Steve got up. We all turned to look at Jelly, who was turning tomato red and tried not to laugh. All except Dimitri, who I think was starting to get pissed. I guess it hasn't been Jelly's most faithful week. Oops. "Two guys in one night?" Blair scoffed. "That's nothing." "Yeah." Dally just added but he got eyed so he shut up. "And here I was thinking she became a slut after she came back from Seattle." Jelly gave me the middle finger and I blow her a kiss.

"Okay, tell me when did this happen?" Steve asked. "After you told me that she was passed out in my room, I went in there to make sure she was alright. She was lying on my bed, all buried in coats or whatever it was. Well, I went to kiss her on the forhead but it was so dark I accidentally got her lips. I started to pull away but then I felt her kissing me back. It was only for a second but it was amazing. And now I found out that you kissed her first!" Soda said stomping his feet like a little boy. "Wait, what bed did you say she was on?" He took a step closer to Soda and looked like he was trying to figure out something. Soda frowned for a moment. "Well, mine." He said as though stating the obvious. "Dude, I'm pretty sure I put her on Kitty's bed." Steve said pointing at me. "No, she was defintely on my bed." "Can you cut it out on the beds?" Blair interrumpted. "No! The beds are important." Steve said not looking away from Soda. "Soda, why would I kiss a girl and then put her on your bed? I mean we all know that's just self-destruction." "Yeah." We all agreed. "Well then who was on my bed?" Soda asked.

I turned to look at Jelly and whispered. "Jell-O, what night was this?" I asked. She leaned in closer, like she was trying to avoid Dimitri from listening. "Do you remember that party that Soda threw when your parents were away on a camping trip? How it got totally crashed because they got home early?" "Yeah." I said and that's when it hit me. I think my eyes got all wide as I yelled. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Everyone turned to look at me because I was seriously freaking out from what I had just figured out. Soda was the first one to make sense of it. "No! No! No!" He yelled. "Yes!" I yelled back standing up a little too fast that I dropped my drink. "You were the one passed out on my bed?" I nodded nervously. "Uh huh." "Kit! What the hell were you doing on my bed?!" "I couldn't find my way to mine! I was too drunk to do anything!" I yelled in defence. "OH MY GOD!" Soda said putting a hand over his chest. Perhaps to prevent his heart from virtually ripping off his chest. I know, I was feeling the same way. "You were my mystery kisser?" "Hm. This just keeps getting better and better." Dally said leaning back on the couch. We ignored him. "The hell with that! You were my first kiss with Jelly?!" "You were my first kiss EVER?!" Oh god, I could feel all my insights moving in ways they shouldn't. It's one thing to have your first kiss and not know who it was. It's another one completely to have it with your older brother.

"Um, you guys, does that mean we get to see you two make out now?" Dimitri said as he could hardly contain his laughter. I shot him a look. "Yeah, I mean, I always knew you two were close but I never took you for the incest type." Dear Darrel added. "God, I think I'm gonna go puke." I said. "Yeah, me too." Soda added. "Well, don't follow me into the bathroom!" I yelled. "Right!" And he went outside. "Well, I guess we resolve the matter of who was Jelly's first kiss." Chase said.

On The Hunt Down After You

"I hate you." "Really?" "Yeah! I just gave you the best birthday idea and now you tell me I gotta do one of my own? I mean, no matter what I do your present is still gonna overshadow mine!" I growled. "Look Kitty, you're just hormonal 'cause you haven't been eating well. You're trying to win a fight with illogical arguments." I wanted to punch him. "Fine. I call the day and you stick to the night." So I went to my room to try and come up with something suitable for Jelly's birthday. I spend most of the morning trying to figure out a way to top Dimitri. Until I spoke with Soda and he gave me the best idea ever. Thanks Soda.

So I called people (Chase), who called people (his mom), who called some other people (his mom BFF) and got me with the band manager. It took me all day to convince him that his band's number one fan wanted to meet them personally. That and I told him I was pretty. Girls, when everything else fails, act cute. So today I woke Jelly up with bagels and hot chocolate and The Breakfast Club, our little tradition. Yeah, we're that corny. That's what I mean by Jelly being in my bed before Dim. Geez. Then I told her to dress up. She let me do her hair and make-up. :D And then we were on the road towards Oklahoma City. I sped so we could get there faster 'cause I promise Dimwit she'd be back by six. Jelly had a famous Kitty style police persecussion. No one has ever caught this bitch. So when we got to the city, I drove directly to a recording studio. I blindfolded her and lead her inside. We were greeted by the manager. "Jelly, do you promise to trust me and do whatever I tell you to do no matter what?" She frowned for a second but nodded. I smiled. "Ok, take three steps forward. Stop. Look up and whatever you feel, just lean in and press back." Am I the best best friend in the world or what? Jelly took off the blindfold and stared into his face. For a moment she was speechless. I was afraid she had literally died of shock. But she didn't she just screamed and jumped up and down. "Oh my, God! Oh my, God! I actually kissed him!" Yep, she did. Jelly turned to look at me. "But what about Dimitri." I shook my head. "Don't worry, I already handled him." I discreetly send Dimwit a text explaining what happened. I had to promise him I would buy Jelly some lingerie. -.- Sigh. So long story short, we hanged out with the band and Jelly got like a gazillion pictures with John Taylor. Then we drove back, but we stopped at two spots. The lingerie store, which every single employee looked at me with weird looks as I was the one buying Jelly underwear. Then we went to do something Jelly and I had been wanting to do for weeks now. We got matching belly button rings.



Well, I got mine changed and Jelly had hers pierced. Luckily, Jells was too high on wet fantazies of John Taylor to really feel the pain. Good. I didn't want her to brake my hand when the needle went through her skin. They're pretty, aren't they? I got the 'B' and 'Fucking' one and Jells got the other. So we drove back to Tulsa and I handed her over to Dimitri. "Jelly's got a little surprise for you." I whisper in his ear. ;) And that's how you do it.