The Day That You Will Always Remember As the Day Kit and Dim Went to Jail

"Get your lazy ass outta bed and let's go somewhere." Kit yelled while she attempted to shove me off the bed.
After more yelling and hitting I finally rolled over, "Well...your not exactly who I wanted to wake up to."
"Yeah Yeah, Jelly's at work so your stuck with me on your day off." She grinned with that smile that told you KitKat Curtis had something devious planned.
"Kit, if you don't get out of here I'm going to get out of this bed." I threatened.
She looked confused, "But that's exactly what I want you to do..."
"See those clothes over there Kit?" I pointed to a pair of boxers and a t-shirt lying on the floor across the room. "thats what I was supposed to sleep in last night..." I said.
When she came to the realization that I had no clothes on, she ran screaming into the hallway.

I glanced at the clock, 11:00, it wasn't even that late, and I had just gone to sleep around four am, but I decided it was now or never, threw on some jeans, and headed to the kitchen for coffee.
"You smell like sex, go take a shower." Kit complained as she rummaged though the fridge for most likely nothing at all. I walked up behind her and rubbed my shoulder against her back, "Here have some.." I said.
She screamed, "Great, now I have to burn these clothes..." she threw a little hissy fit then headed off to her room for more clothes.

We just started driving to nowhere in particular. Kit was giving me directions, but I had a feeling she had no intention of reaching a real destination. After about an hour, the car started to make a strange noise as smoke emerged from the hood. I pulled off the road, and turned the car off, but when I tried to open the door, it wouldn't budge. We attempted several times to unlock it, but it was jammed.
"Alright," Kit said, "im breaking a window."
I grabbed her arm before she had a chance to hurl it through the glass.
"This is a '67 Limited Edition Chevy Camero.... no way in hell I'm letting you bust a window." I said very sternly in all seriousness.
"Then what the hell are we supposed to do?" She asked.
I shrugged, "Wait for someone." I suggested.
"Kit pulled out her phone. "Of course, no signal."
Kit looked at the road, she turned her head left then right.
"Where in the middle of fucking no where." Her voice raised.
"Someone is bound to drive down this road within the next hour." I was trying to remain positive, with the chance of getting out of here with no broken windows.

An hour passed, and there was no sign of any life within thirty miles. I could feel the sweat trickling down my back and wished I had a water bottle stowed in the glove compartment.
Another hour later and I though I was going to burn alive in the summer heat. I pulled of my shirt and tossed it in the back seat.
"Good Idea." Kit said. Rolling up her tank top exposing her too skinny torso. "It's a good thing I wore boy shorts today.." She said before removing her jeans.
"What the hell." I shrugged and decided to pull mine off as well. It was so hot I really didn't care who I was sitting half naked in a car with.
The sun started going down and it cooled off a bit. It was nearly was nearly six o'clock. I was listening to Kit press the unlock button for the last two hours.
"Kit, it hasn't worked the last 241641321658413241 times you've pressed it, it's not going to work the next 42412468476343543."
She sighed and threw her feet up on the dash. I laid my head against the steering wheel and closed my eyes. It felt like only a few minutes later when there was a tapping on the window. I looked up and saw a cop standing outside. THANK GOD!
He motioned for me to open the door, I yelled at him through the glass, trying to explain that it was jammed. He reached for the door handle and oddly it opened from the outside.
"Well, what do we have here?" He said.
He looked about fifty with a pudgy belly that made me think he was one of those small town sheriffs you see at the doughnut shop every morning.
Kit and I started rambling on about what happened to the car and how we had been sitting out in the heat all day.
"Looks to me like we have a couplea kids getting it on, on the side of the road. You can't fool me I know how you teenagers are these days..." He went on.
"No sir, it really wasn't like that we just.." He cut me off.
"Oh so your going to lie to me about it? I ain't dumb boy. I can see that little purple box in the back seat."
Having no idea what he was talking about, I glanced back. DAMMIT! When Kit realized what it was she gave me a look that said 'you're shit stupid.'
"It's a long story." I said, trying to figure out how the KY Intensity box got in the back seat of my car in the first place......ooohh,... right...

"No, really it's just a misunderstanding sir, the car won't work.." I tried to explain again.
He snatched the keys from my hand and turned the ignition. It roared to life.
Are you serious? What sick joke was God playing this time?
"Uh huh, that's what I thought." He said, very unhappy.
He looked over at Kit. "Did that stuff really work darlin?" He asked.
Kit's jaw dropped, appalled at the question.
"Did you scream so loud the racoons could hear ya?" He added.
"Is he fucking kidding me?" Kit whispered.

He took us 'downtown' which looked more like our neighborhood.
"Public Indecency, Lying to a cop, and you sir caught in the act with a minor."
That part hadn't even crossed my mind, but once he said it, im pretty sure I nearly pissed my pants.
"We're going to have to contact your legal guardian young lady." He said to Kit, who was slumped in the chair with her hands cuffed, still in her underwear.
"Great," she said, "How the hell am I supposed to explain this to Darry?"

The sheriff escorted us to one of the few cells that lined the hallway. He slammed the bars shut and walked away whistling.
Kit turned around, she looked like she was ready to punch me in the face. "Couldn't I have just broken the window?" She asked. At that moment I wasn't so opposed to it.
We weren't there for long when another cop unlocked the cell, setting us free. I walked through the door into the lobby and came to an immediate halt when I saw who our 'springer' was.
She stared at us with one of those looks your mother gave you when you were in trouble.
"Jelly, I can explain." I said standing there in just my underwear.
"You know these two?" The sheriff said from behind the front desk.
"Yep, that's my best friend.... and this is my fiance." She explained.
The sheriff burst into laughter spilling his coffee on his uniform.
Jelly didn't take her eyes off of us. "You two have a lot of explaining to do."

All For Love

I can't say I missed Tulsa while chilling on the beach in California, but I am glad to be back home after two much needed weeks of vacation.
During those two weeks there was skinny dipping, prank pulling, heavy drinking, and I'm not going to lie, there was a little sex on the beach (and I'm not talking alcohol ;)
But if I had to choose a highlight point, it would definitely be our last night. It was just after dinner and Chase and Dawn decided to go out on the boardwalk for rides and fireworks an such things, but Jelly and I decided to stay behind.
I had walked downstairs from just taking a shower when I noticed Jelly sitting on the couch. I placed one hand over her eyes and guided her with the other.
"I want to show you something." I whispered softly in her ear.
It was dark, nearly midnight, but the glow from the lighthouses in the distance gave it just enough clarity to see where I was going. We walked out to the edge of the dock extending nearly fifty yards from the shore. I guided her carefully on the edge letting her feet dangle over. I removed my hand an pointed to the water below us. It glowed a soft blue, with sudden flashes of purple here and there.
"What is it?" Jelly asked.
"Jellyfish. They always come out here before a storm comes in." I explained.
Her gaze held on the water below, amazed at the scenery. My eyes never left her face, the glittering of the reflection on her eyes, the way her hair danced in the violent wind, every breath she took I cherished deeply. After a minute or two she looked over at me.
"You know I was thinking, when we get back maybe we can go pick out our 'save the dates'." She said.
"Jels, to choose your 'save the dates', you have to know your date." I clarified, a bit puzzled.
She looked back at the flashing of the lights below the water's surface.
"December 9th." She said.
"December 9th?" I have bugged Jelly every day about setting a wedding date, since the moment I put a ring on her finger. I figured it would take some time to think about, and I didn't want to rush it, but I couldn't help myself, I needed that date, it made things seem more official.
Jelly just simply nodded with a smile.
I suddenly forgot where I was, the beautiful scene extending beyond the shore, the twinkling lights of ships far in the distance, the sound of the waves meeting the sand. My lips crashed into hers, not with violence, but with passion. I didn't care where I was, I didn't care that we were heading home tomorrow, the only thing that surrounded me...was her.
I pulled her against me, my fingers winding in her hair. She tugged at my shirt, which was off in the next half second. My lips tickled her neck as she laid back on the dock.
The feeling inside of me was something I had never felt before. I didn't think I could feel more strongly for her than I already did, but something was different. This time it wasn't just about sex, it was about loving her. There was nothing wrong or shameful about it, like those dreams where your naked in a crowd and no one seems to care. If the entire population of California had been standing right there I can't say it would have bothered me. It was no longer about desire, it was purely all for love.

Much Needed Beach Time

"I want to go to the beach." Chase said randomly while coming down stairs. "I'm a California guy, I need the beach!!" His voice raised.
He plumped down next to me on the couch, "We should take a va-ca with Dawn and Jelly..." He added.
I wasn't sure if he was serious or not, but I thought about it for a minute, then pulled out my cell and dialed Jelly.
"Hey babe, pack your bags, we're leaving for Cali tomorrow." I said. Jelly was not at all opposed to the sudden spring in decision to go on vacation.
"Hell yes." Chase said as he dialed Dawn's number on his phone.
I made a few other calls and had it arranged in no time. Grans seemed overjoyed at the idea of me visiting, along with wanting to see the engagement ring she graciously paid for.

We arrived at the airport at noon the next day. I presented my ticket to the lady behind the desk,
and she led us off away from the usual boarding area.
"Here is your flight." She motioned to the tall glass window, and sitting just outside was...a private jet.
"Wow, Grans really went all out." I said.
So while on our four hour flight, we had catering, movies, video games, and of course alcohol.
We landed and called a cab that took us straight to the beach house.

"Here we are, the Ryder Family beach house." I said when we pulled up.
"Your family has their own beach house?" Dawn asked surprised.
"Well actually half of it is Chase's, but it's in the Ryder name." I teased.
"Anything else I should know about?" Jels questioned.
I laughed, "Oh tons." I winked at her.
The first thing we did was chill in the jacuzzi. Brilliant Chase, turned on the jets before filling the tub, so once the water reached the bottom jet, it went insane and sprayed up to almost the top of the trees, and then I think Chase crapped his pants.
After taking a shower, Jels and I went to bed. I don't know what Chase an Dawn did. ;)

Here Comes the Bride

The night before the wedding, Kit kidnapped Jelly so I was stuck baby sitting TwoBit. We watched the Hangover and decided it was best we didn't go to Vegas, there's no doubt we would end up like the wolf pack, TwoBit missing... Chase married to some stripper... someone putting a tiger in the bathroom, it all seemed very likely.

After watching TV, the strippers arrived and gave us a nice little number before leaving half naked.... just kidding Kitten XD
Okay there were no strippers, but someone was naked...I just don't remember who...maybe Chase, I dunno. We listened to him blab on for hours about how he doesn't think Dawn really likes him and how much he likes her and if he should just move on or not blah blah. There were tears and sobbing....it was all very chick flicky.

Time finally came for the wedding. I hadn't seen Jelly in over 24 hours so without Kit's permission we snuck off and...well yeah. We ended up being the last ones to show up for the line up and almost gave Kit a heart attack.
"You ready lil sis?" I whispered to Kit.
"Aww you called me your sister, how cute." Kit mocked.
"Shut up." I said.
Then the double doors opened and instead of looking at Kit, I looked at TwoBit. I smiled to myself, he looked awed, happy, astonished...
"Lucky Bastard!" I thought to myself.

I noticed just how beautiful of a wedding it was as I stood up there and glanced at the crowd. As the preacher was at that awkward part where he goes on and on about stuff, I glanced over at Jelly, who stood behind Kit, wearing that sexy black dress...... I thought about what parts we'd be playing next time we stood at an altar like this. I caught her glance and mouthed the words "I love you."
She smiled back and mouthed, "I love you too."
Then came all the mushy I do's and kissing and all that.....

When it came time for the speech part of the reception, I was glad half the guests were drunk, it would make things a lot easier.
I got everyone's attention and glanced over at Kit and TwoBit with a microphone pressed to my mouth...

"I haven't known you two quite as long as most people here, but it feels like I've known you my whole life. You two have become more than friends to me, you've become family, and by uniting together I feel you've made this family that much stronger. When I first met you two, I would have never put you together... Kit is very, smart, outgoing, hard headed....and TwoBit is ...well...TwoBit. But then I got to thinking..and you know when you match up puzzle pieces and you finally find the two that fit together, they really don't look like much, but when you step back and look at the whole picture, it creates something amazing, something beautiful. And I don't think there is a single person here who would disagree with me when I say, there is no better person for either of you, than the one you're sitting next to right now. I love you both, and I look forward to seeing where life takes you together."

And then I gave Kitty a lap Dance ;D

One Year

I remember when I first moved to Tulsa. I needed a job, so I stopped at the DX while I was out one day. There I stood talking with Soda about a potential job when two girls walked up, and one of those girls was Angelica Winston.
I was never one to fall hard, but there was something about Jelly that captivated me. I barely knew her, but she was all I thought about. I remember the first time we ever touched. It was when we first met, I introduced myself, took her hand, and kissed the top of it.
We became official after that party I had at my house, and ever since then I've been the happiest man on earth.
Friday, I was at the DX in the middle of fixing a car when my phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey babe, I have some fantastic new to tell you.." Jelly said.
"Whats up?" I asked curious.
"Well... i'm just going to get to the point... I'm not pregnant." Jelly's words rang in my ear.
"Oh thank god!" I said bashing my forehead into the side of the car.
"What did your dad say?" I asked.
"Umm, well I didn't exactly tell him...." she answered.
"That was probably wise." I sighed.
A heavy relief lifted off my chest. I was ready to put that behind us so we could just focus on Sunday night.

Sunday was our one year anniversary. I've known for a while what I wanted to do on this day, but I didn't know exactly how, so with a little advice from a few various gang members, this is what I came up with:

I didn't see Jelly that morning. For the first night in.... forever, we each slept in our own beds. I had told Jels the night before what time to be ready. Though I couldn't wait to see her, I wished I had more time to get things ready myself. I woke up, showered, ate breakfast, then made some phone calls to confirm everything for tonight. If Kit went through with what I had asked of her, Jelly should have woken up to an envelope. Inside was a note and a $200 Visa card to spend on getting ready for tonight. I had even bought a new suit myself for the occasion. I picked up the suit from the dry cleaners, and made a few other stops before heading back home.
When it was time to pick Jelly up, I grabbed a small box off my dresser along with a single red rose.
Jelly emerged from the apartment front door as gorgeous as ever.
"I see my money was well spent." I said smiling.
"Kit helped....a little." she replied.
I heard a "Your welcome!" come from inside the apartment.
"Happy Anniversary." I handed her the rose.
"Ya know Dim, I've always wondered what's up with you and these single red roses....umm, babe? Do you know this is fake?" She wore a confused look on her face.
"Well I always told myself I'd only give a girl a single rose if I really loved her, that in a way I wanted it to represent that. But you see, the problem is roses eventually die, and that didn't fit well with my theory, so I figure as long as you have one that's always bloomed, it works." I explained.
"You mean you've given me a single red rose for ever anniversary to lead up to this?" She asked.
I nodded.
"I love you!" She smiled.
"I love you too, but we better get going, or our ride might leave us." I pointed over to the horse drawn carriage sitting in the parking lot.
"Oh my god... did I mention I love you?" Jelly said.
I laughed and helped her in the carriage.

We pulled up the the downtown music hall. We entered into a dark hallway,
"Dimitri what are we doing?" Jelly asked.
"You'll see." A smile playing on my lips.
We got a little further down the hall when we heard music playing and someone singing.
"Wait a minute, I know that voice....... NO WAY!" Jelly's pace picked up as we entered the empty music theater to see Duran Duran on stage playing.
Jelly's face was consumed like a little fan girl, I almost had to carry her to the dinner table set up in the middle of the theater.
"I'll be right back." I said setting my napkin on my finished dinner plate.
A few minutes later the band stopped playing while I entered on stage with my guitar in hand. I began playing softly as the band kicked in behind me. I began to sing with John Taylor backing me up. Jelly's cheeks turned red while I sang our song "Can't Take My Eyes off of You".
Jelly walked up to the front by the middle of the song, and when it was over I hopped off the stage and entwined her fingers in mine,
"Jels, I was never one to believe in love at first sight, but since the moment you first stepped into my life, you became my life, my everything revolves around you. I used to think about where I would be in ten years, who I'd be with, never did I think that I could meet a woman as unbelievable as you. I fall harder for you with each passing day, and it didn't take long for me to realize that I want you to be mine in every way possible."
I Reached into my jacket pocket as I keeled down on one knee,
"I love you, and I can't survive life without you... Angelica Marie Winston, will you do me the undeserving honor of marrying me?" I opened the box revealing a ring.
She started laughing through her tears, then nodded and whispered, "Yes...of course."
I expected her to say yes, but that didn't take away from the moment she actually did. I place the ring on her finger and kissed her.

A New Idea

Yesterday I accomplished a task I have been dreading since I moved here, I cleaned out the attic. I figured most of the stuff was useless since I never unpacked it, but I didn't want to throw anything important away, so I sorted through the boxes one by one. After a few hours of sifting through junk and dust, I finally came down to the last box, which I expected nothing more from.
The first thing I pulled out was a framed certificate, It was my college diploma. I went to a two year community college back in California. Yeah I could have afforded a fancy University, but I didn't want to spend all that money and time on something I wasn't sure to pursue. I got a two-year degree in business,basically I just went because my mother and grandmother wanted me to.
I tossed the frame into the trash pile and rummaged through the rest of the box. Everything else was junk, except for the last thing I pulled out.
I forgot I had these.
They were old family recipes that had been passed down through generations. I found them and brought them with me to Tulsa. I remember Grans making these recipes when I was little, and how damn good they tasted. I glanced over at my diploma sitting on top of the trash pile, then back a the recipes.
Could I really do it? Would people actually pay to eat this stuff?
I thought back to a day when I was a little kid. Grans was baby sitting while mom was at work. It was around lunch time and I wanted to play restaurant with Grans. I took her order and made my little kid version of steak and potatoes and served it to her...
"You know Dimmy, I think you could own your own restaurant someday..." Grans's voice replayed in my head.

My own restaurant....
I decided to give her a call, and the moment I got the words out of my mouth she was yelling all kinds of positive things into the phone, she even said she'd help pay for it.
I hung up and realized what I just did, I thought about it some more.
Nobody would come, this is stupid I can't own a restaurant, I'm a pretty decent cook but hell I ain't no Bobby Souffle.
I decided to put it to the test. That night I had Jelly, TwoBit, and Kitty over for dinner. I cooked up a few of the recipes and had them try them. Their expectations were above and beyond what I expected.
"Dim...this is like...an orgasm in my mouth." Kit commented.
"What can I say? I tend to have that affect on women." I smiled.
Kit threw a butter knife at me, but I dodged it.

Later that night, after Kitty and TwoBit left, Jelly was sitting on the couch playing on my laptop while I was cleaning up dinner.
"Hey Jels?" I called from the kitchen.
"Sup?"
"I wanted to talk to you about something." I walked up behind the couch.
Jelly leaned her head back and looked up at me, "Is this more baby stuff?" She asked with a 'I really don't want to' kinda face.
"No no." I told her what I found when cleaning out the attic.
"I was thinking..of maybe... opening up a restaurant..." I said slowly, afraid she'd think it was a stupid idea.
She sat up and turned her whole body around, "Really?" She asked.
"Yeah. I mean if it's a success it'll bring in a lot of money, and I was hoping I'd have a bigger income before, ya know, getting married or anything. Do you think people would pay to eat it?"
"Dimitri, I'd pay twenty bucks a plate to eat that shit." She spat out the words.
I laughed. "So you think I should do it?"
"Hell yeah." she said.
"Alright then, I'll start looking at places tomorrow." I smiled and kissed her.

"Cap'n Jack....the rum is gone."

I couldn't believe what I had just heard, the news caught me by surprise. When he walked around that corner at the airport, reality finally stepped in. Watch out Tulsa, Skank-Flank has come to town (aka Chase's Dad).
Being the one with the alcoholic drunk father who pops in and out every few years just to point out how much of a man I'm not, and to raid the local bars for good booze and easy women, really the only man role model in my life was Jack Morgan. Chase's parents took me in like their own son. His mom would always feed me when my mother forgot and Jack would always cheer me up after I was given undeserved abuse from my mom. I'd have to say I much rather call Jack and Katherine mom and dad then my own parents. They weren't perfect either, but then again there is no rule book for parenting, but when a little bruised up and hungry boy appeared in their doorstep late at night, they always made sure he was well and fed.

The first thing we did after getting them back to the house, was plan a party. Mrs. Morgan was always a cocktail kind of woman. She liked things classy and clean cut, but Jack...oh he was a different story entirely, the man could down six bottles of whiskey and still be conscious enough to hit on the most attractive woman in the room. Cap'n Jack was what he liked to call himself, combining Captain Morgan and the personality of Jack Sparrow, I'd have to say the name fits him pretty damn well.
The party kicked off as soon as the gang made it over. The music was loud and Skank-Flank hit in every girl in the gang, even Jelly, but when that happened I made sure Cap'n Jack here knew that Jel's would be one thing I wasn't going to let him play around with. That sort of went to pot when I got wasted and was too busy giving Kit lap dances to pay attention.

Before we even had a chance to get over the hangover, Jack had another party in play for the following night, but no one complained, greasers love a good free time.
It was halfway through the second party, and Jack wasn't half as drunk as the was five minutes into the first party. He just sort of swayed by for a while.
I felt a tug on my sleeve and turned around to see good 'ole Skank-Flank holding up my guitar. I took it from him, wondering what the hell I just got myself into.
Jack doesn't leave his guitar anywhere, so of course he had it with him. We shut off the music and hooked up the amps as the room went dark. Now Jack likes to make an entrance, he has to be the life of the party and make it known. He hooked up a fog machine upstairs near the rail that overlooks the living room. What the hell? The man even brought a spotlight. There he stood at the top of the stairs emerging from the fog wearing only his underwear and a cowboy hat. I stood in the dark on the solid wood coffee table dressed identically and strumming notes on my guitar while Jack sang the familiar tune. It started out slow then kicked up big as he slid down the bannister.
Immediately after our "big" number, I downed as many drinks as possible before I drowned myself from the inside out. Apparently Jelly had way too much alcohol herself, because I found out the next day from very close sources that we had apparently got it on in front of everyone on the coffee table. Knowing that Jelly nor I would every consciously expose ourselves in such a way in public, I simply blamed Cap'n Jack and his need to party, also now having the knowledge I didn't have two weeks ago, I wonder why was Jelly even drinking in the first place?

Luckily the next morning I woke up in the right bed with the right woman. Can't really say the same for Skank-Flank, but that's another story.