The Final Year, The Final Show

WARNING - ALL READERS...uh...READ! - This later part of this chapter is very, very, VERY heavy on sexual innuendos. If you are not allowed to, or do not prefer to read these types of things...read through the 6:15pm bit and NO FARTHER. I have warned you. If you are, in any way physically, emotionally, or mentally harmed, it is of your own fault. I gave you fair warning, anything you do against it, and any problems you may have afterwards, is the fault of the one reading this right now...yep, that's right. YOU!

A/N - Alright...chapter with major innuendo and most of this was written by my friend (Jessica, the one I told you guys about...the one that helped with Ch 13 of ICH).

Disclaimer - Still don't own the show. I own merely Riley, my versions of her aunt & uncle (i guess i own them...wouldn't I? *shrug* maybe not...lol) and I do believe no one has done a plot quite like mine. I think it's safe to say you may not sue me over no disclaimer. (P.S. - IF YOU DID NOT READ THE WARNING I SUGGEST YOU DO SO RIGHT NOW BEFORE YOU START READING. THAT WARNING IS MEANT FOR ALL EYES TO SEE! IF YOU DON'T READ IT, YOU MAY NOT SUE FOR ANY EMOTIONAL OR MENTAL HARMS THAT ARE CAUSED AFTER READING THIS CHAPTER)

Ok, now that's over, I think I can let you guys read now:

I don't usually do this, but I'm going to quote a little something for this chapter:

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Ch 7 - Pimp Style - 6/11/07- 11:07- Monday

Normally, Riley wasn't a big shopper. In fact, she normally hated it. However, this was a special occasion. Her eighteenth birthday was tommorrow. She glanced in the mirror again and made a face before throwing the top hat off. Riley growled, throwing her hands into the air. Lily and Kim both began to laugh.

"This isn't funny! I can't find a hat!"

"Maybe you should find an outfit first," Kim pointed out.

"Fine, fine," Riley said, shaking her head. "Let's go over to Mitchelle&Ruben's."

"Where?" Kim asked.

Lily grinned, "Riley's favorite store. They sell vintage and cutting edge styles. It's..."

"It's bling-bling, baby!" Riley grabbed her purse out of Lily's hand and led the way.

Kim leaned over to Lily, "Bling-bling baby?"

"It's apparently a California thing."

"I can hear you," Riley sing-songed.

They wound their way through the mall. Down halls, through the food court, past all the usual boutiques and department stores. They went past all the usual shops and stores that everyone went into, and went into a corner of the mall most people didn't see. To the untrained eye you wouldn't understand how the dingy and dimly lit store could stay in buisness. But, if you saw the unlimited potential of garmets that may or may not need a stitch or two. If you saw the brilliance of a deep purple skirt with black fishnet over it, then this was the place for you.

"Mitchelle!" Riley called as she tugged on a tall black man's shoulder. He turned around and smiled.

"How is my favorite customer?" he asked, hugging her.

"Freaking over my party!" Riley said happily. "I have to have something absolutly spectacular."

The man looked her up and down and then glanced behind her. "What about your two friends, cherie?"

"Definatly, we need to be hooked up, Mitch. Aunt Marie and Uncle James are throwing this huge shindig and we need all the stops pulled out."

"I've got just the number for this pretty little thing," he said, lifting a lock of Kim's hair. He disappeared into the back for a moment and came out holding a deep sienna colored dress. The bottom was trimmed with a sheer rust colored fabric trimming the bottom and top. Kim stared.

"It's gorgeous," she said, fingering the empire waist line. The sheer material ran through the waist line, trimming it with a bow in the front. The straps were made of the same sheer material.

"And sienna is completely in this season."

"Which is odd, isn't sienna a winter color?" Riley asked.

"It depends on the year. This past winters colors were blues and greens, which was odd, so this summers colors are browns and grays."

"We need to have a pow-wow with these so called fashion experts," Lily said, sharing a glance with Riley as Kim was still staring at the dress.

"For blondie..." Mitchelle trailed off, heading towards a rack in the front. "Do you prefer slacks or dresses?" he called back.

"Pants," Lily yelled.

There was more shuffeling and a few 'no's or 'I don't think so's. Something was pulled off the rack and thrown over the top. He moved over a few racks and began shuffeling again, muttering audibly to himself. The pulled something else out and went back to retrieve the first item. He stauntered back over to the girls and presented his findings to Lily.

The black pants had a silver shimmer in the pin stripe and there was a wide flare at the bottom. Lily was so engrossed in the pants she almost didn't notice the shirt he was holding. Kim was coming out of the dressing room when she began to study the red cap sleeve top. At the ends of the sleeve along with the bottom of the shirt was a ruffle. The v-neck was a bit lower cut than she usually wore, but it seemed fitting.

"One more thing," he looked the outfit over again and then ran to the back wall, plucking a hat off it and setting it on Lily's head. Lily pulled it off and looked at the black fadora with the red ribbon around it for a moment before nodding slowly. "Just wear a pair of black boots... preferably with heels... you do have a pair, don't you?" Lily nodded. "Good. Then those boots and pull your hair back into a low bun... dramatic eyes. You'll look fab."

"Thanks," Lily said quietly.

"And you," he said, turning trained eyes to Kim. "Cheekbones. Bring them out. Preferably with a warm red blush. No hat... let your hair curl just like it is, but don't pull it back. A pair of heels... do you have brown ones? If you don't I know-- Oh, good girl! I like ones that are always prepared. I think that should have you set."

"Thank you," Kim smiled and went back into the dressing room to change.

"Cara mia. Mon cherie. Mon amour." He smiled at Riley, who grinned. "You are going to look so fabulous that your boyfriend... Trevor?"

"Travis. How many times do I have to tell you, Mitchelle?"

"As many times as it takes for you to dump him and go on a date with Nicholas."

"I'm not interested in your brother, Mitchelle. Now, my outfit please?"

"For you, Mon amie... sparkling diamond, my dear." He retreated behind the counter and into the store room. There were muffled sounds of boxes being shifted and containers being opened. Then muffled swearing. Then Mitchelle emerged carrying two packages.

"Mitchelle, what is all that?"

"A sparkling diamond for my sparkling diamond."

"You can be so gay sometimes."

"That is because I am, mon cherie." He handed the first package to her and she opened the paper gingerly and her mouth fell open. She lifted it from it's container and it shimmered down. It was like a liquid dress. It started strapless, tiny stitching across the top hem and fell down to an almost jagged skirt, the highest slip which would have hit fairly high on her thigh. The same delicate stitching went across the ends of it. Still in awe, she opened the second package and pulled out a pair of silver stilettoes.

"Mitchelle, I can't wear this. Uncle James will kill me."

"Your aunt will defend you," Lily said, sitting down beside Riley on the floor. "She better, this dress can't be ruined. It's too pretty."

"We'll take it," Kim said, grinning.

"Straighten your hair, pull half of it back," Mitchelle said as he rang them up.

"Merci beacoup, Mitchelle!" Riley threw a kiss over her shoulder as they left.

~*~ 06/12/07- 5:57 p.m.- Tuesday

Travis sat in an over-stuffed chair in the Brennon's living room. Across from him sat Robbie, a very bored looking Ray and Mrs. Brennon. Mr. Brennon sat in the other chair, eyeing the stairway.

"Those girls need to get down here. The guests will be here any moment and they can't keep them all waiting," he said, standing and straightening his tie.

"They want to make an entrance, darling," Mrs. Brennon said to her husband, going to stand beside him. She ran her hand up to his shoulder and leaned on him.

"Mom, my friends are here!" Ray whined.

"They're not bothering me," Robbie said.

"Me either," Travis confirmed.

The doorbell rang just as Ray opened his mouth to speak. James let out a sigh and straightened his tie again.

"If you keep choking up on your tie you're going to choke yourself, Dad," Ray said to the man.

"Girls! The guests are here! Get downstairs! Now!" he barked, as he went to the door, letting the first guest in.

~*~ 06/12/07 - 6:15 p.m. - Tuesday

The girls began to descend the stairs fifteen minutes after James Brennon had called up to them. A good amount of the guests had showed up and they were finally ready. Kim came down first, standing to the left side of the bottom step. Next came Lily, descending the stairs and stopping on the bottom step, right side.

"Presenting the birthday girl," Lily smiled at the gathering group. "Riley Diane Brennon."

Everyone began to clap as Riley descended the stairs. She stopped half-way down and looked around. "All right, my ego is satisfied, you may all return to your normal programming." Everyone laughed and Riley took the rest of the stairs as quickly as possible. She hugged her friends and family quickly, ending with Travis. She hugged him for a long moment and then pulled back.

"You look breathtaking," he whispered.

"You don't look too bad yourself," she replied, taking in his crisp white button-down and black slacks. "Of course you're normally gorgeous and I have to work at it." Travis let out a laugh at this statement and led her into the dining room where everyone was waiting.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Ray began. "Presenting the furture Mr. and Mrs. Brennon!" A few people laughed, but most just gave one another bewildered looks.

"You would have to understand Ray's intellect," Travis began.

"Fortunate for you that you don't as you would have the I.Q. of a dead orangatang," Riley said dryly.

"I can't believe you're dressed up." Marie said.

"I can't believe you're in a dress." James commented about his niece's usual attire.

"Well...it is my eighteenth b-day...but on top of that, I didn't pick this out. Mitchelle did this...all of this." She signalled to Kim, Lily and herself. "He may be gay...but he's great with this kind of stuff. He was lucky he got me to try it on...but after he did..." She rolled her eyes, "Let's just say that sometimes I want to kill Mitchelle because he has such a good eye for clothing...and he knows me too well."

"Is he still trying to get you to ditch me and go out with his brother?" Travis asked as he draped his arm around her shoulders.

Riley looked at him and smiled, "Yep...still trying, even though he's never going to be successful. I really don't know why he keeps trying, he knows I'm not interested in his brother...though I have to admit, Mitchelle would be a very intersting brother-in-law." She nodded.

Ray walked over to his cousin, "How's it feel bein' eighteen?"

"I don't know, I'll tell you when I figure it out, or you could tell me in two months."

"Why?"

"Are you a complete moron? You're birthday is in August."

"Oh...yeah, that's right..." He laughed at himself.

"So...let's see...what are we gonna do, now?" Riley asked, not going to state it but she was already bored.

"Well, I don't know...you could open your gifts." Marie suggested.

Riley looked thoughtful for a moment then shrugged, "Sure, sounds good ta me."

Everyone piled into the kitchen for this bit. Riley knew that whatever Ray got her, it would be stupid or funny, either way, she'd probably end up laughing and throwing it at him, less it be too heavy or big to throw. If he was smart, that's what he would have done. She was standing behind the bar, where the pile of boxes were. She picked one of the smaller ones up and looked at the tag. It was from Ray. This should be a trip. She opened it and stared at the contents of the box, then at her cousin. She took the object out of the box and said, "A broken comb...just what I needed. It's great how thoughful you can be, Ray." She then proceeded to drop the broken comb, walk around the bar to where her dear cousin was and punch him in the arm.

"Ow! Riley!"

"What? You get me a broken comb for my birthday, did you expect a hug?"

"No. I really got you something...but you have to open it later now that you hit me."

"Why do I have a feeling I'm going to either go over and its gonna be the next box I pick up or, if not that, I'm going to seriously regret what it is?"

"Be-cause you're pshychic?"

"Are you sure you don't mean 'psycho'?" Riley grinned and went back over to the bar. She picked another something up--A card this time. It was from Lily. She opened the envelope and the card, reading what was inside--simple normal happy birthday wishes. It was what was actually in the card that made her laugh. Not money, no, Lily didn't give her money for her birthday, that wouldn't have caused her laughter. Tucked inside the pocket where money usually went, was a condom. She closed the card and looked at Lily. "Love the card, Lils." And so these types of things went on, until she reached the supposed 'real' gift from Ray. She saw his name on the tag again and looked at him cautiously. "Is it something that can kill me? Or is it like...a puppy...a very small, probably now dead puppy?"

"No...it's not an animal and I'm fairly sure it isn't going to kill you...it shouldn't anyway."

She rolled her eyes and opened this box. She found a small, five-inch tall, yellow pony with orange mane and tail. She looked up at him, eyebrow arched, "What the hell?"

"Riley Diane!" Her Aunt Marie scolded.

"I'm an adult now, right?" She asked proudly.

"If you're still under this roof and going to high school, you will not use that kind of language, young lady."

"Yes, ma'am." Riley said with a sigh, rolling her eyes. She turned back to Ray, "So?"

"Its something I found around the hangout...it came about with an auction, ya know? I had it and...well..McGrath over there ruined it for me and I found it the other day and decided I knew exactly what your birthday gift would be."

"Oh...I see. I'll treasure it dearly, Ray, I'll treasure it very dearly." She turned to Robbie, "Speaking of Mister McGrath, did you forget about me?" She faked a pout.

Robbie laughed at her pouting, "No, I didn't forget about you." He took something from behind his back and handed it to her.

She recieved a small box from her dark skinned friend. She raised an eyebrow as him as she looked at the box. She lowered the box and looked directly at Robbie, "No."

"What?"

"I'm sorry, Robbie. I can't do this. You have Kim and I have Travis. I can't marry you."

Everyone laughed at her and once everyone wasn't all laughing at once, Robbie said, "I'm sorry as well, I don't wanna marry you."

She did her fake pout again but opened the black velvet-type box. "Ahh! The earrings I was talking about last week! Cool!" She hugged him, "That's wicked!"

"Hey, I'm not the one that picked them out, I just suggested jewlery. Kim's the one that remembered you pointing them out."

"Cool! Thanks Kim, Robbie, this is wicked! Honestly!"

The only one she hadn't gotten anything from was Travis. Riley glanced back at th bar. It looked like everything had been opened already. She walked back over and shuffled through the pile of now, unopened presents. No-- Nothing there with his name on it at all. Not one single thing. Travis was her boyfriend, he couldn't just...forget her birthday. And plus, she was talking about Travis, not Ray. No matter what anyone did, the boy wouldn't foget something like this...would he? She tilted her head to the side, looking at Travis. "I'm...confused..."

"About what?" Travis asked casually.

Riley quickly closed the space between them. She was standing right in front of him now, his tall frame seeming to tower over her. "Travis," She started off in a whisper, "You didn't...forget, did you?"

He smiled in that strange, mysterious way that Riley had fallen for. "No...I didn't forget."

"Then--"

He leaned towards her ear and in a very low, hardly audible whisper said, "I'll have to show you later."

Riley frowned but smiled acceptingly. "Ookay, then..."

~*~ 06/12/07 - 10:53pm - Tuesday

Riley never would have been able to guess what Travis' gift to her was going to be. She'd been wracking her brain all day to think of something that he might get her that he wanted to give in private but she came to a blank. She couldn't think of one, single thing that would be so important and private. None of this was making sense. It was almost eleven and he had yet to have said or done anything. Now not only was she confused, but she was getting a little worried as well. Marie and James had gone out of the house for the next few days. Why, no one of the Brennon household knew, nor did Riley or Ray really want to know...or think about it. Travis hadn't arrived until seven after eleven, when he'd rung the doorbell and Riley answered. "Travis! What are you doing here so late?"

"I've come to present my Queen with her birthday gift."

"Ok, ok...you've been killing me all day, at least give me a hint."

He smiled in that mysterious, make her knees weak, heart-melting way again. "Let's just say that joke that Lily slipped into the card might be of some use..."

~*~ 06/12/07 - 11:58pm - Tuesday

Ray had just walked in on something he would have rather not done so.

It had started out innocently enough. He had come home from sitting in the park thinking. He figured on his way to his room, he'd drop by to tell Riley happy birthday again before he went off to dream about Lily. He heard muttering coming from Riley's room, which normally wouldn't have paid any mind to except that Riley was supposed to be sleeping, or so she'd said earlier. Leaning closer to the door, he heard more muttering. Distinctly male muttering. He threw open the door.

His cousin was in her bed....naked. One of his best friend was in his cousin's bed...naked. His cousin and one of his best friends were both in his cousins bed...naked. This was definately something he would have rather not ever seen in his life. After a few moments of just...standing there, "You two had sex!"

Riley, who had covered herself up with the sheet when she had head her door open for some really bizzare reason, rolled her eyes. "No Ray. We've discovered how to travel through time and we went into the future yesterday and we're practicing for a sex scene in a movie that has yet to even be thought up and won't be out until the year two-thousand and fifteen...you know, when we're all like...twenty five or six..." She said the first thing that came to the top of her head and drenched it with sarcasm.

"That's still having sex... even if you were just practicing," Ray pointed out.

Riley rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at him, saying, "GET OUT!"

"No!" Ray yelled back. "Why are you and one of my best friends, who I am not talking to anymore, having sex?"

"You see Raymond, when a man and a woman love one another..."

"You don't love one another! You can't! You're just kids!"

"Do you love Lily?" Travis asked suddenly.

"What?"

"Do you love Lily?" the young man reinterated.

"Yes..." he said slowly, trailing off.

"Then why is this such a big deal?" Riley asked quietly.

"First off, I'm seeing a bit more than I want to right here," he indicated the amount of thigh Riley was showing. "Secondly, this is a big step and-- "

"Ray, I love you and all, but shut up and get out before you really put your foot in it." Riley smiled sweetly, grabbing the comforter off the bed, she wrapped it around herself and shooed her cousin out of the room.

"Riley--"

She cut him off. "We've already had sex. Goodbye." The door shut firmly in his face.

"I so did not need to know that."

~*~ 06/13/07 - 12:04am - Wednesday

Riley made her way back to her bed, dropping the comforter on the end of it and sliding between the sheets. Travis just followed her with his eyes.

"Hi," she said cheerfully.

"Hi," he said, brushing her hair back and kissing her neck.

"Mmmm." She grinned. "So, maybe we should have Ray come in unannounced more often," she slid closer to him.

"I have to go home soon," he mumbled into the crook where her neck and shoulder met.

Riley groaned. "I know." She sighed and pulled herself up. "You know what?"

"What?" he asked, smiling up at her.

"This sucks," she replied grouchily.

"I know," he replied, kissing his way up her arm.

Riley suddenly looked down at him and raised an eyebrow. "I broke you."

Travis grinned. "Don't you like it that way?" he asked, pulling her from her sitting position to laying over him.

Riley giggled. "When do you have to be home?"

"I say we've got another two hours or so," he replied, tracing circles over her abdominum.

"Then I say we go for it."

"Huh?" he asked, glancing up at her. Riley didn't reply, simply laughed again and pulled the sheet up over their heads. Travis laughed. "Here we go again."

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A/N - I TOLD you that you needed to read that warning...I know most of you probably don't give a rat's ass about that but some people do and...well...I thought it was fair to warn you guys for it. You had a bit of a heads up, ya know? Anyway, wasn't that chapter great? Jess created Mitchelle and, even though he's gay and it'd never work because of that, I'm in love with him...he's greatness! *grin*

Reviews accepted, contructive critisism is kinda wanted, a beta would be nice, and...uh...flames...they're always used to roast marshmallows. *grin*