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This is story number thirty-seven. It was requested by Insane Ali. Wow, you'd think it'd be easier writing about characters who already know each other. But there are just so many possible stories. Not good for an indecisive person like myself :).
Kat and Tommy
by
Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)
"Aha!" cried Kat as she approached her boyfriend. "I knew it! I knew you couldn't let go of her! I knew you'd rather spend all your time with her rather than me!"
"What are you talking about?" asked a startled Tommy as he paused in his work.
"I thought I meant the world to you," sobbed the Pink Turbo Ranger. "I thought you were going to stay with me forever and ever. You promised you would forget about her."
Tommy was still confused. "But, Kat, I haven't seen Kim since Murathanias. She's back in Florida. How can I be spending my time with her?"
Kat rolled her eyes. "I'm not talking about your former girlfriend," she growled. "I'm talking about her." She pointed to the race car that Tommy was in the middle of waxing. "You never give me massages like that."
"Well, I don't have to hear my car yap nonstop all the time." Tommy was annoyed that Kat couldn't understand his feelings for his car and his new love of racing. After all, he had at least tried to understand her love for ballet. Hell, he had even worn a tutu the last time he had visited her just to make her happy. Not that it did. She had simply shot him strange looks all evening and even gave a not so subtle hint about Rocky still being available...for him.
Kat sighed as she daintily dabbed at her tears with a tissue. "Do you even know what today was?"
"Thursday," Tommy mumbled. Then he shot up and smacked himself on the head. "Oh, dear God, how could I forget?"
"Well you are the most forgetful person I know," began Kat, pleased that Tommy was at least showing some regret.
"I was supposed to take my baby downtown to get some decaling done." He began to murmur to the car as he rubbed it with the soft cloth. "There, there, baby. Daddy's sowwy he forgot all about your pretty new decorations. He'll call the nice man for another appointment right...OOOOOFFFFF!" He doubled over from the punch to his midriff.
"YOU JERK!" screamed Kat. "You do love that stupid hunk of junk more than me!" She burst into tears again.
"Well, Kimmie Junior doesn't have a cold engine like someone I know," retorted Tommy. No one, but no one called his precious car a 'hunk of junk.'
"Today was our graduation. I gave the valedictorian speech and you weren't in the audience. You promised you would come for a few minutes to watch. You promised you would take me out to dinner. And now it's after ten p.m."
"Uh, I did show up for that fight you know." Tommy decided it best not to say out loud that he would've rather have his teeth pulled out with pliers than hear Kat's over-rehearsed speech for the millionth time.
"Big deal," snapped Kat. "Since when wouldn't the great Tommy Oliver ever not show up. It would be bad for your hero image. But you didn't care enough to even stay for two extra minutes for my sake. You didn't care enough to at least call me to tell me you...WAIT JUST A FRIGGIN' SECOND!...KIMMIE JUNIOR? YOU NAMED YOUR CAR AFTER THE SLUT WHO DUMPED YOU?"
"Better a slut than a cold fish," grumbled Tommy. "Yeow!" he hollered, putting his hand to his now-sore face. "You know, you guys were lucky I showed up. There's no way you would've beaten Elgar with just a dumb kid, two dorks who'd rather make googly eyes at each other rather than fight, and a crybaby blonde."
"Oh, why I oughta..." Kat was still seething.
"Furthermore," continued Tommy, not really caring what his soon to be ex-girlfriend would do to him next, "Why would I want to hear a Valedictorian speech from someone who didn't earn it?"
"What?" asked Kat. Her face blanched. Surely he didn't suspect...
"Oh, I know all about your doing special 'favors' for Principal Caplan these past two months. I knew something suspicious was going on with you so I paid Bulk and Skull to spy on you. I have everything on disc." He took a dvd disk out of his front shirt pocket and waved it around. "So, keep insulting my darling here and I will show it to ..EEEYAAGH!" he screeched as he covered his most sensitive area in pain.
Kat stomped on the disk Tommy had dropped, effectively breaking it in half. "Big deal, so what if I did a bunch of errands for Caplan by picking up his groceries and dry cleaning. So what if I walked his precious little "Poopsie," and got stuck scooping up his poopsies. So what if I did all his laundry and had to even iron his boxers? You're just jealous that you didn't think of it first."
Tommy straightened himself with a bit of effort. "I also know..." he began in a high-pitched voice. He cleared his voice and forced it back down. "I also know about that 'anonymous' letter you had mailed to him suggesting that Billy was too smart to stay in the school." He glared at Kat. "It was because of YOU that Billy didn't get to stay and graduate with us. He should've been valedictorian. NOT you!" With that, he threw the rest of his car wax onto Kat's hair.
"MY HAIR!" shrieked Kat.
"What are you going to do to me now?" taunted Tommy as he stepped over to a shelf to get the nice new fuzzy dice he had bought as a special gift for his shiny little sweetie. He figured Kat couldn't inflict any worse pain on him than she already had that night..
Kat looked at him with a vengeful gleam in her eyes. Without saying a word, she hopped into his "baby" and started the engine with the keys he had so conveniently left in the ignition. "Nothing!" she rejoined as she put the car into drive. "But, I think Kimmie Junior's going to take a nice swim in the ocean!"
"NO! KAT STOP!" called Tommy as he ran after the retreating car. "Don't hurt my baby! Don't..." He paused as he passed the neighboring auto-dealership. Then he scampered over to the shiny red BMW that caught his eye. "Oh, aren't you a little precious." He murmured to it as his rubbed its fender, much to the bemusement of the sleepy night-watchman. "I shall adopt you and call you Kimmie the Third."