Looks at date of last update (eyes bulge out)... Wow... Umm... It's been a while. Reviewers brandish torches, pitchforks, swords, axes, knives, and other weapons that inflict pain Please don't hurt me... I have chapter 10... here... throws chapter and cowers in a corner...

(I was gonna put this up around Thanksgiving, but I kind of forgot about it...)

Chapter 10

Trini's Point of View

Friday before Thanksgiving

"How is Kim." I ask Tommy over the telephone. I called for Kim, but she just had a treatment and she isn't feeling very well.

"She's ok. I know she misses her mom, but she's happy she's here and not in France." He responds.

"So what have you all been up to over in Angel Grove?" I ask.

"Nothing much. Kim did drag me to go see the drama club's show the other day." He laughs.

"What show?" I ask.

"The Importance of Being Earnest. It was actually pretty good."

"What was it about?" I ask.

"It was this crazy British comedy. I'm not even going to try to explain it. It would take to long. But Kim keeps reciting line from the play at random moments."

"Like what?" I ask.

"Hmm... like she keeps inserting 'a rather capacious handbag' into conversations. She keeps saying 'bloody hell' and her favorite line is 'Bunbury quite exploded!' Of course she says all of this in a British accent."

"Naturally." I snicker.

"So when are you guys coming back home?" Tommy asks. "Do you need a ride from the airport?"

"Umm... our flight comes in at four in the morning on Tuesday. We are planning on getting a cab-"

Tommy cuts me off. "No you aren't getting a cab. We'll come get you-"

"At four in the morning Tommy? No we'll be fine with a-"

"No cab. We'll come get you. Kim wants to see you anyway." He states firmly.

"Fine, Cocky but hole." I say indignantly. Tommy laughs. "We'll meet you at baggage claim A."

"Alright. I'll talk to you later. Bye Trini."

"Bye Tommy. Tell Kim I said hi."

Wednesday before Thanksgiving

I wake up on the floor in Tommy's basement. Kim is on my left and Aisha is on my right. Kat is on the other side of Kim.

Across the basement, the guys sleeping bags are lined up. Blue, Black, Black, Red, Green, Red. Yep, Tommy kept the Green sleeping bag. He said that White would get too dirty. Silly boy.

I'm still surprised that when Kim and Tommy brought Jase, Zack, and I here, everyone was still awake. Our plane was late and the luggage got held up, so we didn't get to Tommy's until seven this morning. It was crazy.

Everyone was asleep within ten minutes.

Sad for teenagers isn't it?

I hear a big yawn from the far side of the room. I know that yawn... definitely Jason. "Morning," I murmur.

"Who else is up Trini?" He asks.

"I think just you and me." I answer.

"You want to play tricks on everyone?" He asks and I can tell without looking that he is now fully awake and his eyes have lit up.

"Jase... you are a devil child when you first wake up." I sigh.

"I know... I'll be right back." He tip-toes up the stairs and comes down with a can of whipped cream and a bottle of Hershey's Chocolate.

"Jason Scott... you wouldn't dare."

"Oh, I would." Twenty minutes, everyone has some kind of beard or moustache and Jason has taken a picture of each of them. The others start moving around a little. They are waking up.

"I would run if I were you." I advise.

Jason starts up the stairs. Kim wakes up and puts her hand on her face. She blinks, and looks down at her hand. She lets escape a shriek of anger, which wakes up the rest of the teens. They let out similar noises. I simply say "Jason," and point up the stairs.

I hear Kim murmur something like 'that bastard.'

Kim walks down the stairs with everyone else behind her five minutes later. She looks rather satisfied with herself.

Jason brings up the rear he has more chocolate and whipped cream on him than anyone else in the group does. "Kim clobbered him." Adam says simply.

After showers and putting away our sleeping bags, we all head toward the Youth Center. Tommy and Rocky both are in the karate tournament. It is a single one though, so they will probably end up fighting each other at one point or another.

The rest of us find a large table and pull a few extra chairs up. Ernie comes up to us. "Hey guys. Are you all over here for Thanksgiving?"

"Yep." Jason, Zack, and I say in unison.

"Is your dad coming Kim?"

"No."

"I'm sorry..."

"No, it's ok. I have Tommy and the Olivers, and these weirdos." She says.

I try to look offended, but I fail miserably and end up laughing instead.

Tommy and Rocky comes over. "Wish us luck."

"Good luck." We all say. Kim kisses Tommy and Aisha hugs Rocky.

An hour and a half later, Rocky and Tommy are facing off for the trophy. They shake hands in the center before they start. This is just fun for them now. It doesn't matter to them who wins. They both know each other's moves so they seldom get a hit on their opponent. All the time, they are teasing each other. Not unlike them.

Finally after seems like an uncountable amount of time, Tommy finally wins. The trophies are awarded, then, Tommy and Rocky return to our table.

Thanksgiving goes well, and before we know it, we have to leave. I hug Kim good bye at the airport and I leave her with Tommy...

She's crying her eyes out.