Disclaimer: I own NOTHING! Well, actually, I do! I own AnneMarie! YAY ME!!!!!! LOL =)

Summary: This may be out of order in whatever way, but hey, its my story, I get to decide how it goes. ;-) Sorry if it takes a while for me to get it posted, but I've been writing it in whatever time I get between classes and stuff and I'm laptop less so its all scribbled down on paper and I've actually gotta find time to type it all up. But hopefully I'll find enough time somewhere. =) Happy Reading!

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Author's Note: Well, I've found an ending point for this story. Don't worry though, its not gonna be for a while. I've got a lot left to type up. =) I'm not sure how much time I'm going to have this week though, my sister is getting married on Saturday. I'll see what I can do though. =) Happy reading & keep those reviews coming! =)

~ Dreams of Gold

Birthdays Are Good For Something

"Kimberly? Sweetie, are you home?" Darlene's voice rang through the house a couple hours later.

"Coming!" Kimberly called. "I'll be right back." she said quickly leaving the kitchen and hurrying to the livingroom to talk to her mother.

"Hi Sweetie! Eliza said you were here."

"Yeah . . ." Kimberly said softly, then began speaking in french.

*(Translation)*

"Mom, Tommy is here . . ."

"Tommy? As in Tommy your boyfriend?"

"Yeah . . . He showed up at the tower."

"Not exactly perfect timing."

"Exactly . . ."

"You guys need to talk . . ."

"I told him Mom . . ."

"And?"

"He took it really well . . . Can he stay here?"

"Stay where?"

"Here. With me? Please?"

"Kimberly . . . . ."

"Please Mom! He's in the kitchen right now. And if he leaves, I might freak out and not let him back in . . .And I love him Mom. I need Tommy here with me. I really want to finally get through this . . .I promise, nothing will happen. I'm not ready fo r it to. So please. Mom, I need him here. Please, can Tommy stay?"

"Tomás?" Darlene asked.

"Whatever you want."

"Mom, Please? I really need him this time."

"Ok . . . He can stay."

Is 2 weeks ok?"

"Whatever you'd like. But nothing can happen. Promise me!"

"I promise! Thank you Mom! I love you!" Kimberly said kissing her parents on the cheek, then hurried back to the kitchen.

*(Back to English)*

"Well, I herd French, is that bad?" Tommy asked as Kimberly walked back into the kitchen.

"Nope! Actually, its good!"

"Oh really?"

"You're staying here till you leave."

"Yeah, that's funny!"

"No, really! You're staying here with me. My parents already said its ok."

"You're serious?"

"Just say you'll stay."

"Only if its ok with you."

"Actually, I need you to stay with me . . .Please . . ."

"How do you need me?"

"I just do . . .I'm afraid if you leave, I'll run away again . . ."

"Oh Kimberly . . . . . I don't know hwy you keep on doing this to yourself. This isn't like you."

"Please just stay with me."

"Ok, if you really need me to."

"I do. I never thought I'd say it, but I do. I need you" Tommy smiled as he reached for her hand.

"Then I guess I'm staying."

"Good. Cause I don't think, actually, I know, I can't get through this without you . . ." Kimberly said hugging him tight. "I'm so glad you're here, I've missed you so much!"

"I've missed you just as much, if not more." Tommy said as Darlene walked into the kitchen.

"Happy Valentine's Day Tommy!" Darlene said with a bright smile.

"Yes it is! It's the best!" he agreed, smiling brightly. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too Darlene!"

"Thank you! I like your hair! Is it sharp?" she asked as Tommy let go of her daughter.

"I don't know, but I bet you want to touch it." he said bending down for her.

"Me too!" Kimberly said touching Tommy's spiked hair after her mom.

"It is sharp!" Darlene commented.

"So I've been told."

"When did you cut it?"

"Um . . .About 6 months ago."

Its nice! You look so much older!"

"You sound like my mom. She says I finally look like an adult."

"You do! Its very nice!"

"Thank you!"

"Mom, guess why he cut it."

"Why?" Tomás asked as he joined the trio in the kitchen.

"My older brother has leukemia. So when he started chemotherapy, I cut my hair to support him as he lost his. Then when we finally cut his hair, AnneMarie chopped her's off too."

"And it all went to charity." Kimberly added.

"That is really great of you guys!" Darlene told him. "How old is your brother?"

"He's turning 26 next month."

"And AnneMarie is . . ."

"She'll e 13 in June."

"Oh wow! That little girl really has grown up!"

"I have pictures if you'd like to see them." Tommy offered.

"Can I?"

"But of course!" he said proudly as he pulled his wallet out of his back pocked, and handed Darlene a few pictures.

"Wow, she's so beautiful! I can't believe how much AnneMarie has grown up!"

"Sometimes its hard to believe she's turned out so well, considering who's raised her. My mom swears David and I are going to royally screw up."

"But your parents have helped out a lot."

"Yes they have! And I'm pretty sure its entirely their fault that AnneMarie has turned out so well." Tommy said laughing.

"Well when you check in at home, tell your sister I said hi, and that she's absolutely beautiful!"

"Thank you, I will!"

"Ok, well, who wants birthday cake?" Darlene asked as she opened the fridge and pulled out a small square box.





To Be Continued . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .