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.