August 30, 1974

I was woken up by the mattress bouncing slightly. I jumped awake and squinted at the sun shining in through the open window. I turned and saw Keith smiling at me. For some reason, I busted out laughing at that, but like the weirdo and klutz that I am, nearly fell out of the bed. "Good morning," he smiled and helped me get back into the bed.

I smiled back. "Good morning," I chuckled, "Just to be sure, are you smiling because of what today's date is?"

"If today is August 30, then yes I am." He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back. We were like this for about a minute, but stopped when we heard KJ over in the other room over the baby monitor. We pulled apart and got up and went towards KJ's bed room. "We're finishing that later on," Keith said, making my cheeks turn pink a bit and I started to laugh.

Hey, we've been married for five years now, it's ok for us to say things like that.

KJ had already switched from sleeping in a crib to sleeping in a bed. A few months' after Soda and Candy's wedding, we went to get KJ from his crib one morning and we found him sitting on the floor in front of it. I freaked out of course, cause I got scared wondering if he fell out of his crib or if he climbed out. We watched this for another week to see if he was actually climbing out of it and sure enough, he did it every morning and every afternoon. At that point, it was established that he needed a real bed cause he was obviously ready for one. We had these wall type things on the sides of the bed so he didn't fall out since he was still pretty small for a bed and could fall out. The crib was moved to the office temporarily. We decided to keep it just in case we ever needed it again.

Keith picked up KJ, who smiled and giggled at his dad, and brought him to the kitchen. I quickly brushed my hair and tied it back to keep it out of my face and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Since Mrs. Mathews had been teaching me how to cook things ever since a year after meeting her, I knew how to do things by now- but that didn't keep her from teaching me things or giving me new tips she would figure out.

While I started on breakfast, the phone started to ring. "I got it," Keith said, helped KJ into his chair and went to answer the phone call.

"Hello… oh, hey, Darry. What's goin' on?... oh yeah, how she's doin'?... alright, not too bad I guess. So what's up?... uh, yeah, I don't see why not. I mean, later on, me and Rain were gonna drop KJ off with my mom and sister for the night. I mean, if you don't have a problem with that we can drop off Mariah there later on and she can stay with my mom for the night too… alright, then sure, I'll be right over to come and get her… alright, I'll see ya soon," he finished and hung up the phone.

"What's goin' on?" I asked.

"Darry and Marilyn need someone to watch Mariah for the day. Maybe even tomorrow too, they don't know yet," he answered.

"They're fine with us leaving her with your mom and Keilah for the night?"

"They seemed alright with it. And it's not like Mariah hasn't stayed overnight there before. She likes my mom and she likes Keilah, either way."

I nodded and went over to the phone, saying how I was going to call Mrs. Mathews to let her know that when we went to drop off KJ at her house later on, we would also be leaving Mariah with her and Keilah as well for the night. She didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, she seemed real happy about it.

Not long after, Keith went to Darry and Marilyn's house to get Mariah. I stayed home with KJ and finished off making breakfast. I was making pancakes- I would be lying if I said that I wasn't tempted to put food coloring in them, I'm not fully sure why but I had a feeling that I was feeling a bit nostalgic- and scrambled eggs. I made coffee along with breakfast, and of course juice for KJ.

I knew why Darry and Marilyn wanted us to watch Mariah. The reason was because Marilyn's due date was the August 31, the day after today. She had been having a hard time during the whole nine months, so ever since she got to six months, Mariah had been staying over all of our houses pretty frequently. None of us had a problem with it, so that was a relief to Darry and Marilyn.

When Keith got back to the house and walked in Mariah, KJ smiled a little more than he already was. "Mai-yah," he tried to say, but it came out as though her name was 'Maya'. The two of us chuckled at his attempt as he sat down in the seat by KJ and rested Mariah on his leg. She smiled too when she saw KJ.

"These kids are gonna end up goin' out when they're older, I swear," Keith chuckled.

I laughed, "It wouldn't be a shocker, I'll tell you that much. They both smile a whole lot when they play together or see each other."

"Yeah… and in thirty years or however long, we'll be tellin' our grandkid's how their mommy and daddy used to flirt with each other when they were babies."

"You're expecting us to be grandparents in thirty years? We'll only be in our fifties then, gosh."

He slightly scoffed, "Rain, we're form the East Side, we knew people who were grandparents by the time they were forty. And besides, we got married young and had KJ young, what do you expect?"

He had a point. And he was right about the whole grandparents at forty thing. When we were all still in high school, a total of four girls had to drop out of his school because they had gotten pregnant. It was actually kind of sad and I felt bad for the girl, the guy, and the kid. It was also kinda hard to believe sometimes that the number could've been five and that Evie was almost one of those girls.

After we all ate breakfast, me and Keith just stayed with Mariah and KJ. I did go to work at the radio station for the afternoon since I was only there for three of four hours, or however long I'm there for in the afternoon.

When I got back to the house that afternoon, Keith was off in the backyard fixing something. Both KJ and Mariah were in his room sleeping and taking their nap for the afternoon. All in all, it was quiet inside the house. For some reason, I found it nice. Of course, even though it was me and Keith's wedding anniversary, but I decided to take the opportunity to have some "alone time" as most people would say.

That "alone time" lasted about ten minutes at most.

I heard Mariah and KJ wake up over the baby monitor and went to their room. By the time I got to KJ's bedroom, the two were sitting on floor playing with a pile of blocks. How did you two even manage to do that? I thought and let out a laugh.

A couple of minutes later, Keith came into the hallway. He was covered in paint stains and wood dust, which I of course that was funny but I tried to hold back my laughter. He seemed to notice and smiled, "You can laugh if you wanna." At this point, that was a life saver and I busted out into a fit of laughter.

He went to go take a shower and change after that. When he finished up with that, we took KJ and Mariah and we drove over to Mrs. Mathews house. Of course, we stayed for an hour or so to talk with her and Keilah, but that was nothing unusual.

After we left Mrs. Mathews house, me and Keith went to a small restaurant in town. It wasn't like one of those restaurants where you had to wear an evening gown and a tux, but you couldn't walk in and be dressed "sloppily" and expect to get treated with respect there. Thankfully, I had a nice pair of jeans that don't even look like jeans and a nice button up shirt that worked, and Keith had a polo shirt, even though hates the thing.

We went home after that and by that point, it was eleven o'clock. Both me and Keith decided to go to sleep somewhat early, considering it probably wouldn't be very often when we could get to sleep the whole night long without being woken up during the night at some point. Don't get me wrong, we love that we have KJ, but sometimes it was nice to get a little break every once in a while.

I walked out from the bedroom and slipped into my side of the bed. I was about to turn off the bedside table lamp on my side but Keith stopped me. I looked at him and gave a confused look. "The day's not over yet," he said.

"What're you talkin' about?" I asked confused.

"You don't remember from this morning?"

I thought for a moment then covered my face and laughed. "Ok, yeah I remember," I laughed, "So then, we're gonna finish?"

"This answer your question?" He leaned and pressed his lips against mine and I kissed back, then shut the light on my bedside table.

Y'all better be able to tell where that led to otherwise the real book I'm working on with suck XD

By the way, just so you know if you didn't, this whole story is based off the one bonus chapter in "To Love a Greaser"

I'm watching "This Is Spinal" and here's what I have to say: "BOBBI FLECKMAN"

Ok, also: this now is a public service announcement. I am reading "Less Than Zero" by Bret Easton Ellis which was made into a movie in 1987 starring Robert Downey Jr, Andrew McCarty and Jami Gertz. If you ever need to be scared out of not trying drugs or ever scared to stop doing drugs, read that book. I mean I'm 16 and the kids in this book are 18 and it scares me that these kids are doing cocaine, marijuana, shooting up heroin and countless other things. Like it's scary, but not in a horror film way, but in a realistic way like "this is real life and this really happens", ya know what I mean? Like, I like the book a lot, but it's just scary. Like last night I was reading it and they're all at some party and the one character who was released from the hospital maybe a few days before for anorexia was the one shooting up heroin. It was just scary and it pretty much gives you a different look on the whole thing and it's honestly terrifying. Like this book should be assigned in schools when kids start to learn about drugs kinda as a: "here's what it can do to you". and I'm only half way through the book.

Yeah, anyway, hope you liked the chapter, take what I said about "Less Than Zero" into consideration- peace from all the hippies of the world! =^-^=