What I Did To Get Some – DJ Long

It was a typical early morning in the Long Household, and by early morning, it was really early in the morning, 6:23 AM to be precise. That meant two things. Jake Long and four of his children were asleep. The second was a given, his wife Rose Long and his son DJ Long were up. Rose had been up for nearly an hour and DJ had just emerged from his room. His routine was simple, it happened every single day. He would stumble into the kitchen, get himself some OJ, sit at the table and drink it before getting ready for the day.

Licking his dry lips, DJ stumbled into the kitchen and ran his hand through his wild made of brown hair. He didn't even notice his mother sitting at the table, and when he finally reached the fridge, he looked and noticed that they didn't have any Orange Juice. Scowling, he slammed the fridge door and cursed loudly in frustration, "Hey, watch your language."

DJ jumped and turned around to see his mother sitting at the kitchen table, smiling with amusement, "Oh, Mom you scared the hell out of me, I swear you need a little bell."

Snickering, Rose wrote something down on the papers she was studying. Walking to sit next to her, DJ looked over at the papers with curiosity, "What are you working on."

"Invoices," Rose smiled and looked back up at him, "I'm ordering new children."

"Oh, be sure to get me a perky 20 year old blonde with big boobs," DJ deadpanned.

"Because that's my Christmas present to your nephews," Rose smiled at set her papers down with a sigh, "No, it's just some stuff for work. In case you haven't noticed, I don't look like this at 6:30 in the morning. I had to go to an emergency meeting this morning at, god help me, 4:14 AM. It turns out that the President has just ordered bombings of Libya."

DJ snorted and drummed his fingers on the table, "Well, he finally worked up the balls."

"Tell me about it," She snorted, "We did a video conference with Director Gordon and the President himself, he wants to keep CIA involvement in this on the DL, but he wants us."

"Well it's your job right? You are the Intelligence Service of the US and the organization is designed to protect American Interests. Imagine the Oil you would lose," He noted afterwards. He had these discussions with his mother all the time. The first time they ever did it was after she made him take a blood oath to never pass along the very much classified information that she would give him, "Is NATO involved in the bombings?"

"Yes, but as always we're doing the brunt work," Rose smiled and patted DJ on the shoulder, "Enough of work shit, Erin, Marissa and I are going to be shopping for her prom dress. I never got to go to my Senior Prom, I'm kind of excited to do it and help the girl."

DJ's eyes widened, "Marissa's shopping for her Prom Dress?"

"Yeah," Rose flashed her Son a knowing smile, "You know she doesn't have a date yet?"

"She's buying a dress and yet she doesn't have a date?" He asked, heavily confused.

Laughing, she placed a hand on DJ's shoulder and squeezed it, "A little bird, and by that I mean Marissa herself, told me that she's waiting for a certain someone with brown hair and blue eyes to ask her out. Now, this guy is about a year younger, but she still wants to go."

"Me," DJ asked, jumping out of his seat, "Sh-..She wants to go with m-me…?"

"You look just like your father when you say that," Rose chuckled, "Yeah, she told me."

"Why-…I mean I'm a kid," He gushed, the girl he liked wanted him! It was unbelievable.

"So is she, and by the way, there's nothing wrong with the woman being a little older, I'm a few months older than your father and look how we turned out," Rose smiled at her Son.

DJ ran his hands through his hair and smiled like an idiot, he'd ask her, oh yes, but he'd have to wait for the perfect moment. Turning back to his mother, he folded his arms over his chest and tried to act calm, even though he was practically buzzing from the excitement of all of it, "Mom, do you think I can come along with you guys, just for a little while?"

"Yes," Rose smiled and tucked her chin into her hand, "I already told them that you were coming along. Now, are you going to walk out with that I just crawled out bed look for her?"

And in almost a cartoon like fashion, DJ speed to the shower.

Her last name might have been Behrens, but she was a Hutchinson through and through and she was astoundingly beautiful for it. Her silken mane of long black hair bounced as she walked side by side with her second cousin, Erin Hutchinson. It was strange to call the woman her cousin when she was nearly three times as older as she was. They were identical in almost every sense of the word, except for the obvious signs of Erin's age. But they were none the less beautiful and wherever they went, they at least had two or three pairs of eyes on them. Marissa herself wanted to look perfect today, for DJ, "Stop fidgeting."

Marissa looked over to the deep eyes of Erin, "DJ will stare at you like a piece of meat if you were in a burlap sack in the middle of the desert. And I hear Rose told him about what you said to her. He practically flipped out. I'd prepare myself to get asked out by dream date."

They walked down the hall towards the Long Apartment, Erin snickered. Rose and herself had worked this out perfectly. With DJ and Marissa already hot for each other, it was easy to set them on a path together and today would be a 100 Yard Dash down that road. They finally reached the door, and swallowing the laugh that was on the edge of her tongue, she knocked on it. A few seconds later, she heard a grumbling on the other side and when it opened, there stood Jake Long, shirtless and only in a pair of boxer shot. Erin couldn't help but bite her finger and blush, "Oh, Good Morning to you Jake, it's certainly looking good."

Erin had to admit, Jake was to die for. He blushed and looked back to Erin with a sheepish smile and then he noticed Marissa, who was looking to her left and tryin to keep her eyes off of his chest, "Holy Shit, Erin you could have told me that Marissa was with you?"

"I was …distracted," Erin laughed and gave him a good look over one more time, "And besides, you didn't see the person who was standing next to me?"

"Fuck you," He mockingly sneered and turned around to let them in to the apartment.

Walking forward, Erin laughed, "I would Honey, I gladly would, but we're both hitched."

Sneering one more time, he walked back into the hall, and Erin couldn't help herself, she openly stared at his back as he walked down it. She loved her husband, and she knew Jake loved his wife, but that didn't mean she couldn't look, she could look but she couldn't touch and Rose abided by that policy too, "Hey bitch, keep your eyes off my husband, he's mine."

"I was just browsing …" Erin snickered and captured Rose in a tight hug.

"Well I can't blame you, he is walking around in his underwear," Rose smiled and looked over to Marissa, who was blushing like a tomato, "I'm sorry you had to see that Rissa."

She looked and smiled at her, "It wasn't bad. It's just not my cup of tea. So where's DJ?"

"He's bringing the Car around, he's gonna drive us," Rose smiled.

There was nothing like a teenage boy driving a Benz, it drove the girls wild and she knew for a fact that it drove Marissa wild. This would be an interesting day to say the least.

Putting his car in park, DJ relaxed back in the seat. He looked great, and to top it off he wore a pair of sunglasses for that mystery vibe. He knew his mother well enough to know that she was slowly setting Marissa and himself up, but he wasn't going to complain for a moment. But if it started to get too pushy, he'd put an end to it. But with a girl like Marissa, who would want to put an end to it. While most of his age group and gender preferred blonds who had a single digit IQ, he wanted a smart, capable, tough, black haired, green eyed woman and by god he would get her if it killed him. He only had to set it up.

Hearing his car doors open, he looked to his right and spied his mother. Judging by his parents, he wasn't bad looking either. His mother was a gorgeous woman and his father had that dignified yet good look about him. He wasn't a porker, he wasn't fat, and he had perhaps the same personality as Marissa, "DJ, DJ are you there? Are we going to sit here?"

He shook his head and smiled apologetically at his Mom, "Sorry Mama, I was thinking."

Putting the car in drive, he looked his left mirror and saw no cars coming before he turned the steering wheel. Looking up into his rearview mirror, he spied Marissa looking at him with a smile and they both blushed. This was going to be a very long.

The first store was unbearable, he hated shopping, so did his mother, but for some reason she seemed really into it. He hated the looks that he got from the workers and other customers and it just felt really awkward. But the one thing that kept his mind off of it was to look at Marissa in the variety of dresses. Backless, strapless and slits up her deliciously long legs, he felt like was going to explode if he saw any more of her skin. But they still had three stores to go and the first one was already taking up several hours, so he bit his tongue and sat back in a cushy chair as Marissa Behrens sashayed out in a stomach less dress. DJ closed his eyes and sighed, she looked absolutely stunning, "DJ, what do you think about it?"

Looking up, he smiled sheepishly at Marissa, "I-I-I…I think you look absolutely great…"

Her marble skin flushed with a blush before she turned back to the changing room.

The second store was almost the same story, except for the fact that Marissa and DJ hadn't said a word to each other and there were a lot of men who worked in the boutique which made him feel so uncomfortable. But he decided to fight through it, one more store to go, but this also meant one more chance to ask her to her prom, he had to act fast on this.

"I think I want this one," Marissa smiled as she practically checked herself out in the mirror.

It was a long, black, backless halter top dress that fit her like a sheet. She loved it and she loved the look on DJ's Face as she snuck glances at him. She was frustrated, five hours, three stores and no coming forward from him. She wanted him to ask her to the prom. They went to different schools, but students could bring dates from different schools and she wanted DJ. She'd go to his school when he had his prom. But the point was, she wanted it to be him who asked her. But maybe the trip to the stores had frazzled his brain.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw DJ shaking slightly and she saw the elbow that Rose delivered to his ribcage. But her own breath caught when she saw DJ nod affirmatively to himself and walk up to her. Filled with excitement, she turned and faced him, "Yes DJ?"

"Uhh…-Th-This is really nerve wracking but Marissa, will you-…" DJ coughed and shook his head, he should not have been so damn nervous, "Will you allow me to be your date?"

Rose smiled at her son's awkward speech, geeze, her brains, but her father's way with beautiful girls. This would have been so funny if it weren't for the fact that it was so cute to see. Folding her arms over her chest, she looked over to Erin and grinned, "How long do you think it'll take before she gets tired of his stuttering and just tells him yes?"

"I'd give it, 4…3…2…1…," She motioned back to the teenagers.

"Yes, I would love for you to come with me," Marissa smiled and reached forward to kiss him.

DJ and Marissa lost their virginity to each other the night of her Senior Prom.

He got some.

Authors Note: I'm sorry it's been awhile, but I'm back on track. I was worried about that last part, I was afraid it was too blunt, but it flowed perfectly. It's also crucial for future plotlines, so commit that one to memory. Anyway, leave me a review if you would dear.

Erin muses over her best friend's husband (Jake) as they chaperone Andrew and Liza's School Dance.