DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN POWER RANGERS OR ANYTHING RELATED, EXCEPT THE POSTER OF THE ORIGINAL FIVE THAT'S LARGER THAN THYE ARE.

Author's note- Thanks for all of you that commented or didn't but took the time to read this. So this post goes to all of you. So without further a due, the story.

Your Mysterious Guitar Guy.
Chapter 2
-Jason-

I smiled as the thought of Kimberly as I finished my final song in the set. I looked over to the table where she was sitting an applauding, an it honestly made my heart skip a beat. She was gorgeous, the way her long brown hair perfectly framed her face. The way her eyes twinkled when she smiled. The sound of her laugh was more beautiful than any song I had ever heard. The way she talked like I was the only one in the world. The way she wasn't shy or hesitant. I laughed as I relized how much I acted like a love sick puppy about some one I had just met, yet I felt like we had a connection something more then just a chanced meeting at a bar. I had to face the facts I was crazy about her, and it had only been meeting her once. I'd be on cloud nine if she said yes to a date. I thought as I passed a group of four. I stopped suddenly when I heard them mention Kimberly.

"Listen, I'm not sure who you both think you are but let me make this clear right now. It's been a long time since Kimberly has been as happy as she is now. So you knuckle heads better not mess this up." A slender black haired Asian in a yellow cardigan with a white tank top underneath and black jeans warned both men in front of her.

"But you both know what happened with Brad she jumped into the relationship with out thinking and she got hurt. Bad." Stated the Hispanic man with short brown hair, dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a blue t-shirt replied.
"Yeah but that was different. This guy won't hurt her, I saw it in his eyes. He likes her." Argued the blonde decked out in a pair of blue jeans and a pink top replied.
"That's what you said about Brad too." Replied the sandy haired man in glasses, a royal blue button up and pair of black slacks.
"Yeah well everyone makes mistakes, but as I recall it was the two of you who were falling all over him calling him bro, giving him favors." The blonde replied angrily.
"Look, we all thought Brad was a great guy, but he obviously wasn't. We all know that." The Hispanic man stated.
"Okay but what do we do about this new guy?" The Asian asked.
"Nothing." I replied with out thinking. "If the two of us ever start something then we'd all be unintentionally making her chose. And I can't ever ask Kimberly to give up her friends, especially for something that selfish."
I turned and walked away from the four, towards where Kimberly was sitting at the table. I took a deep breath as she smiled at me.
"Umm... Kimberly I'm sorry about this but I can't really meet your friends tonight." I said trying to let her down gently.
"Oh, well when would be a better time?" She asked, her voice slightly betraying her disappointment.
"Umm, well actually I-" I began
"How about tomorrow?" The guy with glasses asked cutting me off.
I looked at him slightly confused.
"That is if your not busy." The Asian said, walking up with the Hispanic guy and the blonde.
"But if you can't that's cool." The Hispanic guy offered, earning a swat from the blonde.
" I don't know." I started
Kimberly walked up to me placing a hand on my arm, sending a wave of goose bumps up my arm. "Please?" She asked looking up at me with her beautiful brown eyes, pouting slightly and all resistance on my part was lost.
"When and where?" I asked feeling my heart soar as her pout was replaced by a smile.
"Awesome, here's the address. Be there at 12 o'clock." The blonde said placing a piece of paper in my hand.
"It was nice meeting you, and that was awesome singing up there. Oh and you should bring you guitar, a little music would be fun." She finished heading towards the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow then." The Asian said walking away with the blonde.
"Bye." Kimberly said smiling to me and walking away with her friends. I was incredible how every time she smiled my heart soured a little more.
"Listen," The Hispanic guy said getting my attention. "You do drugs?"
I shook my head no.
"Drink?"
I shook my head again.
"Smoke? Player?"
"No and no." I answered.
He nodded in response.
"Look, Kimberly just got her heartbroken. If you hurt her in any way... Well let's just say there are three others who look at Kimberly like a little sister, and we don't have black belts just for shows." The man with the Glasses threatened.
"Believe me mines isn't just a decoration piece either, but I still wouldn't hurt Kimberly." I replied.
"Good, and don't be late, we wouldn't want the yacht to take off without you, now would we?" He said walking away with his friends.
"A yacht, fancy." The bar owner of the bar, Jack. Stated as I walked over to him. Jack was an old man who had lost his wife and son in an accident.
"You heard?" I asked.
"Yep, you need a place to crash tonight?" He asked. He knew about my current unstable situation, an ha kindly offered me a place to sleep more then once.
"Yeah."
"Once the night guy gets here, we'll head to my place, but for now we need a few extra hands on deck." He said handing me a black apron.
"Thanks, but why do you bother?" I replied tying the apron on quickly.
"I only do this cause you remind me of my son." He said.
"I'll take it." I said walking over to seat a couple that had just walked in.
Suddenly an oddly fuzzy thought popped into My head; Kimberly and I might be like them someday a happy coupe. I shook the thought from my head, but that didn't make the goofy smile on my face disappear.
End