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26. The Morning After.

The Next Morning…


Next morning Kitty woke up and found herself next to a sleeping Jake, dozed off into his own world. She rolled her eyes as she got out of the bed, taking the top sheet of the bed and wrapped it around her, then headed towards the bathroom.

After doing her business and a quick shower to wash some of the sweat that remained on her from the night before, Kitty grabbed a trash bag from the kitchen and began back towards the room. In the room she still found Jake sleeping. She rolled her eyes as she went over to his drawer and carefully opened it. She pulled out one of his shirts that was long on her, ending at mid-thigh, and put that one over her panties.

She placed her clothes from last night in the trash bag and tied it up. She was about to leave a note until she heard the bed move and Jake call her name.

"God you make so much noise in the morning." Jake muttered. "You're leaving me?"

"I've got sweat all over me, I'm like a disgusting ocean full of sweat." Kitty bluntly stated. "I'm taking a proper shower at my own place too. God knows you guys piss in the shower but mainly play with yourself whilst thinking of Megan Fox getting it on with Jessica Alba and some nudist French model that Jack Dawson drew before going on The Ship Of Rich Bitches and Poor Unfortunate Souls." She sat next to him on the bed.

"You're funny when you're awake." Jake said. "You leaving that just that? You better have some underwear under that shirt." He laughed.

"Of course! Why the hell would I leave here and go down the street commando?" Kitty shouted in disgust. "Do I look like a nudist!?"

Jake laughed sitting up in the bed. "Want pre-food before I-Hop?" He asked.

"God no, you guys have nothing healthy. I want healthy foods and not disgusting wet pancakes or candy." Kitty remarked. "See you in two hours at I-Hop."

Kitty got up and started to leave, when she felt Jake grab her hand. She turned back and saw him giving a small faint smile. "Hey so… how was last night?"

She looked at him with that Kitty smirk. "Puckerman disowning his own sexual status?"

"No," Jake laughed. "I meant with you. I mean.…like you said a few hours before last night.… last night wasn't exactly your first time."

Inside Kitty smiled, liking how Jake was concerned about her feelings and probably her mental state after they had sex. Though the outside of her spoke and said, "What do you mean? I was a virgin, I always have been since we first met."

Jake grinned, getting where she was getting it from.

"And I'll admit, a lot better than I expected. Though Neil Patrick Harris and John Stamos could be a lot better than you. Ten times more. And one of them as gay as Swirly Pop and Kurtalina." Kitty stated. "Later."

"Later….Kathleen."


Kitty stepped outside and looked up at the sky. It was a bright blue sky morning and to her right she saw the last star of the night. She grinned as she knew who it was.

"Heavenly angel named Princess Faith of Hope and Dreams, sorry I didn't pray to you last night. I got side tracked." She said. Then spoke seconds later, "Heavenly angel named Princess Faith of Hope and Dreams… thanks for helping me with everything, so far. I've greatly appreciated this help."

Back home Kitty showered and got dressed again and was now just waiting for Jake to walk over so they could walk to I-Hop with Ryder and Marley. Watching television she found some television show from the mid-1980's called Rags to Ritches. It was the first episode, the long one. It was the ending part when the girls were adopted by the rich guy.

"Heavenly angel named Princess Faith of Hope and Dreams, I've thought of something." Kitty looked up at the ceiling. "I know you're there so listen. If you find Kathy a home for adoption, but for some reason I can not be adopted by the same people than as long as I am able to see her and watch her grow up and be in her life; I'll be fine with that. In fact I am now fine without being adopted because I'll be eighteen in several months. So it doesn't matter if I'm adopted or not. In fact I'd rather not be. Thanks."


Marley woke up feeling a little cold in the morning. She opened her eyes and found the sunrise shining on her face from the window. The warmth, the positivism making her grin and knowing for a fact that today everything changed. She inhaled the positive energy and exhaled the negative.

She turned over to her side and found Ryder still sleeping in total peace, like a baby. His arm that was wrapped behind her back still held her. She grinned, remembering last night. She loved him and loved how gentile he was with her about everything. She leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose before getting out of the bed, wrapping herself in a sheet and grabbing a shirt from a wardrobe drawer and went into the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later Marley left the bathroom wearing only the shirt. Walking into the hallway she ran into Ryder, wearing nothing but his boxers. He looked as he just woke up, with some of his hair sticking up and his face looking halfway confused.

"Morning." Marley kissed his lips.

"Morning." He kissed her back a second later. When he pulled out he notice the shirt. A red shirt with a few stripes, that reached down to her mid-thigh. "Is that one of my missing shirts?"

"Maybe." She laughed.

Ryder laughed too. "How many of my clothes did you steal?"

"Two pairs of jeans and a couple of shirts," She admitted. "I can't help wearing your shirts though. They're like dresses for me."

"I guess." Ryder said. "Mind if I shower here before we go off to I-Hop to meet up with the others?"

Marley nodded and said she'll watch TV. They kissed once more before heading towards the living room or the bathroom. In the living room Marley watched television with the volume kind of low; listening to Ryder sing in the shower.

She stepped outside and looked over to where the sun was almost done rising for the day, so far. The breeze blew back her long brown hair as she listened to everything around her. She crossed her arms and grinned, facing up to the sky. "Thanks for the help Dad." She said. "Remember the past, see the present, dream of the future.