AN: So, Kat and Kim are on their way to Kat's home in Los Angeles, what do you think will happen when things get into a friendly conversation?
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As Kat drove through the many streets that coved Los Angeles, Kim took the imitative to take some pictures with her digital camera. While taking in the scenery, she smiled softly to herself as they drove through Angel Grove.
It had been several years now that Kimberly had seen her hometown. To her surprise, everything still looked the same, except the people, whom she rarely recognized. Certainly, things had changed for her.
Kat drove up to the next exit as they made it through another city. The two laughed and talked about the days of being teenagers among the many things.
"Can you believe that Christmas?" Kat giggled, "That Rocky bought mistletoe and he convinced Aisha it was?" she laughed as she turned into her driveway, "She was sneezing the whole break," she laughed a little.
"Yeah, I couldn't believe Rocky. You and I were handing her tissues throughout Adam's Christmas party," Kim said as she shook her head, "What about the time Jason's shirt was mistaken for a flower?" she giggled.
The two laughed. It was Emma, Kim's friend from gymnastics that gave him cologne as a gift during Valentine's Day that smelled like flowers. Poor Jason was attacked by several bees, but had all girls eyeing him after his shirt was removed. The two laughed as they got out of the car.
Kat's husband and dog Turbo greeted them at the door. Kimberly reached over as she grabbed her suitcases as she placed them on the ground. Turbo barked happily to see his owner as Kat pecked her husband on the lips.
"Let me get that for you," Peter said as he grabbed the bags, "Long time no see Ms. Pan Globalist," he teased as he carried her bags inside.
"Same here," the petite brunette said as she wheeled in her carry-on, "Wow, Kat. You really out did yourself in this place. It's gorgeous," she awed at the home.
Kat smiled as she rested her head on her husband's shoulder. Peter kissed her forehead as she nodded happily to her friend. Turbo followed the three in as Kim sat down on the loveseat. He sat next to Kim as he smelled the scent of Kim's dog, Lucky.
"Turbo, sit down," Kat commanded her golden retriever, "Sorry, Kim," she shrugged.
"It's alright," Kim stated as she petted the dog, "I guess he smells my dog," she smirked.
"How's Florida Kim?" Peter asked as he wrapped his arm around Kat, "I hear all the time it's nice out there," he stated.
"Florida's beautiful. I remember when I sent Kat a ticket over there," Kim said as she grinned a little, "Remember Kat?" she said as she retrieved a can of soda pop from Peter.
Kat nodded. She remembered it like it was yesterday. It was an open invitation to Kim's wedding to Michael. The two laughed on how Kat and Kim's cousin Jerome couldn't seem to get his hands off her during the reception.
Jerome Sullivan, business major at University of Florida and vice-president of Sullivan Industries, had a crush on the slender blonde. He knew he wanted to be with her, but Kat was engaged to Peter.
Since then, Kimberly had noted that Jerome had married and gone off to Graduate school on a full scholarship to finish his MBA. Eventually, Jerome's crush for Kat hadn't died down, but Kat had long forgotten about him.
Meanwhile, Peter had got up from the sofa as he checked on their dinner. Kim and Kat continued laughing about their youth. Each recalled some funny, but serious moments. Some things they still couldn't believe as they did as teens, but as adults, they still found it funny.
"What about the time Jason told you that he told Tommy that we'd double date with them if we did their dare?" Kim chuckled as she sipped her drink, "God, that's something I'll never live down," she giggled.
"The fact of them with make up was priceless," the young blonde replied, "Honestly, Tommy and Jason look good with eye shadow," she replied laughing.
"And lipstick."
"Who couldn't forget that?"
Peter watched as his wife and her friend laughed into the evening. He was checking on their dinner when he had returned. He shyly sat back down on the chair as he listened to all the girl talk in the world.
As he tried to break the ice, he knew that if he stuck his foot into a girls' conversation, the world would stop. Instead, he listened as the two of them laughed and joked around.
"So, Kim," he began, "I heard you and Mike have kids now, what are their names?" he asked.
"What is this?" she asked, "An interview session?" she teased as her friend's husband.
The couple laughed as they laughed with their friend. Kimberly handed her wallet over to Kat and Peter to show her two beautiful children. Within a picture was of Kim, Mike, Ella, and Carter at Christmas with Santa Claus.
It was more of a Wal-mart picture. Nothing fancy, but the happy family adorned in red with the two children on Santa's knee, whereas Kim and Mike were standing side-by-side.
"Aw, they're getting so big," Kat gushed, "Carter's really looking like Mike," she grinned.
"He's eighteen months now," Kim replied, "He garbles a lot, but he's the cutest thing. Now, Ella's a handful. Mind you that she talks way too much," she laughed a little, "But, what seven year old wouldn't?"
During the intervening time, Turbo had shot up from his dog bed as he smelled something from the kitchen. He walked over as he smelled the pot roast nearby the stove. He whimpered softly as he smelled smoke. He walked back over as he motioned the smell over to three.
He continued whimpering till someone heard his little plea. Kat looked at her dog in wonder. She petted him gently as she smelled the smoke too. She nudged Peter to check on their dinner.
"Honey," she looked at him worriedly, "Did you check dinner?" she asked curiously.
"Yeah, babe," he said as he smelled the air, "OH SHIT!" he exclaimed as he shot up from his chair, "THE ROAST!"
Peter frantically ran into the kitchen as he placed two oven mitts over his hands. He placed the hot roast onto the sink as he sprayed the whole kitchen with the fire distinguisher.
The alarms had gone off in the house as Kim and Kat coughed. They couldn't believe what had happened. So much for a friendly conversation.
AN: Be kind and review. No flames or character bashing. 'Kay? Thanks.