Cherry on Top

Excuse me, gentlemen? Meet me at the van.

Darling wonderful precious PERFECT women? Your boys are going out and getting buck wild.

We'll be home tomorrow afternoon.

Dear children: STOP FUCKING GROWING UP SO FAST.

Thank you, that is all.

You Are 12% Pure

You're definitely not pure. In fact, you may be one of the most evil people who's ever lived. Remember, good little girls and boys go to heaven. But bad little girls and boys go everywhere!

Man, that test is not fair.

GUYS! GUYS! I got us a gig!

*bounces like a motherfucker*

We play next week on Wednesday!

Holy shit, I'm gaining weight. What the everloving fuck?

Oh, yeah... lack of coke. That probably does that.

Donner, baby? When are we getting married? (Now that DAD is here)

Donner was jonesing for ribs, of course, so Cherry'd finally said they could go out and get some, and he'd cook them. It was more cost effective than going out and buying them anyway. And probably better, honestly, so long as he didn't overcook them.

He cleaned out the van (now that they weren't living in it, it was surprisingly easy to clean out. And Nessa and Caz had even bought new seats for the back rows now that they didn't have mattresses and things in the back--a functional van was very strange) and drove it closer to the apartment, honking lightly to let Donner know to come out.

(To keep everyone reading along aware: Donner and Cherry, having decided to keep the baby, went into rehab. Honestly, had rehab been "correct" they would have been in for at least 6-9 months, but being as that would have kept them out of everyone's lives for some pretty significant things, we are screwing with the timeframe and stating they went into rehab and we are not specifying when, exactly, it took place or how long they were gone. Does this mean our favorite little druggies are cured? Of COURSE NOT. They will be struggling along dealing with life without smack and coke, as well as the whole baby thing, and trying to get married. Stay tuned.)


Cherry had to admit he'd had a moment of fear when Rowan Greer pulled him aside at Caz and Janey's wedding. He'd been afraid he was about to be punched, but instead he was hugged tight and then talked to. Like, a real talk. It was strange. It wasn't like he was used to "man-to-man" chats and... well, yeah, it was just weird.

And Rowan had offered up something he'd not really expected.

"So, I'd be willing to lie and say I've had Donner in my custody for a couple of years," Rowan said, running a hand through his hair. "I'm going to fudge some documents, have her parents sign them and then... Well, give me a couple of weeks and I'll be her guardian in the fully legal sense. Then, I'll allow you to get married."

"Why would you do that?" Cherry asked, blinking.

"Because I think her parents are fucked up and as far as I see, there's not a reason for you all to not be married."

"You get caught and you're gonna get IA called on your ass." He laughed then, just a little.

"There's a lot of things IA could be called on if people wanted to cause me trouble," Rowan said softly, shaking his head. "Mostly though, I'd imagine who's dick I suck would be more their issue at this point. Or rather, just the fact that I do, indeed, suck dick. Brotherhood my ass. Anyway," he said, making a face, "not the point, and not your problem. All Donner's parents need to know is that I'm Nee's brother and that I want custody. I'm sure they'll be more than happy to give up responsibility. It's like my parents, only... you know, jerkier."

He really laughed then, and thanked Rowan profusely before the rest of the day moved forward and they went about their duties as brother of the bride and best friend/brother of the groom.

I feel very quiet and contemplative this morning. I've been sitting here for two hours distracting myself from thinking about... well, I'm sure you all can guess, since it's kind of been the topic of life since 4 yesterday afternoon.

Shit.

Okay, see, here's the deal. I feel like an ass. Like, extremely so. Because what's my job in life if not to protect Donner and be sure she's okay, right? And then I do something so asinine as to get her pregnant? Some protector. I kind of fail at it at the moment, huh?

*sighs*

I don't know. We haven't talked it over yet, but we need to. Soon. I know she's worried. I'm worried... fuck.

Okay, rambly shit over. Time for me to stop freaking and be there to support my girl. (Which, you know, I'm trying... I hope I'm succeeding.)

Man, there are mornings I think too fucking much.

And the thing is, this is one of those times that if I tried to distract myself with coke? I'd wind up thinking MORE and that's just not the greatest of plans.

I'm not thinking bad shit. Not really. Contemplating. Worrying. You know me. The supreme worrier.

Worried about how long Donner and I can keep up the drug shit before one of us ODs and dies.

Worried about when the fuck Janey's coming back.

Worried about starting a new life in Las Vegas.

Worried.

Ah, fuck it. I'm gonna go to bed soon. Maybe that'll help. Perhaps.

Ignore me.

I am so fucking high.

Thought you all should know.

Jesus Christ.

[1] Who are you?
[2] Are we friends?
[3] When and how did we meet?
[4] Have I affected you? How?
[5] What do you think of me?
[6] What's the fondest memory you have of me?
[7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies?
[8] Do you love me?
[9] Have I ever hurt you?
[10] Would you hug me?
[11] Would you kiss me?
[12] Are we close?
[13] Emotionally, what stands out?
[14] Do you wish I was more fun?
[15] How nice am I?
[16] Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
[17] Am I loveable?
[18] Do you think I would ever kill someone?
[19] Describe me in one word.
[20] What was your first impression?
[21] Do you still think that way about me now?
[22] What do you think my weakness is?
[23] Do you think I'll get married?
[24] What about me makes you happy?
[25] What about me makes you sad?
[26] What reminds you of me?
[27] What's something you would change about me?
[29] How well do you know me?
[29] Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
[30] Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?

Where the hell is my girl?