Mimi's Birthday Party

Gadiel walked beside Yui as she led the way to the group and he turned his head and smiled at her. He thought she was nervous, and he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. He loved how the adorable girl seemed to take pleasure out of everything in her surroundings. She was like a breath of fresh air, in the morning sun. He was wearing a pair of dark green shorts and had not put a shirt on that day, knowing how hot it would get as the day wore on.

He walked beside Yui as they went to see the birthday girl...he held two bouquets of flowers in one hand...one of which was to be Mimi's birthday gift,as his mother never would have allowed him to buy anything for a girl she did not know. It was made of a mix of several flowers, all picked from his own little garden. There were white daisies, coneflowers, pink and white baby's breath, lilies and ferns all mixed together. The other was hidden in a small plastic bag and he was not going to tell anyone who it was for. Yui would find out later.

when they stopped in front of the birthday girl, Gadiel held out the mixed bouquet and said, as he shook his extremely long red ponytail back, "happy birthday." he handed the flowers to her and gave her a slow smile. "I do hope you have a wonderful day."

“Awesome! So looks like all we are really missing is a ball. . .” The red head’s lips formed a small pout as she searched the sandy shore for a loose ball that someone might allow them to borrow – if she could avoid having to go buy one from the surf shop then that was more money in her pockets…well bikini. Aha! Just a few yards away buried a little in the sand sat a lonely volleyball just begging to be played with. The moment Lena laid sight on it her eyes widened in excitement. Score! Grabbing ahold of Emma’s hand she tugged her along while waving Chepe to follow them – absentmindedly leaving her clothing and other belonging abandoned back in the sand. Upon reaching the ball Lena immediately scooped it out of the sand holding it brazenly above her head. “Heeeeeey! Whose ball is this!?!”

Maybe it would have been better to allow Emma to ask to borrow the ball, after all her soft spoken friend actually knew how to be a bit more polite in her approach – or perhaps Chepe . . . if the ball belonged to a couple of girl’s then maybe they’d be so enamored they wouldn’t even notice that Lena had their ball. However the redhead’s scheming thoughts were immediately crushed when the owners of the ball ended up being a few MVB Senior boys. Attending Martin Van Buren the previous three years Lena was familiar with the majority of their Senior Class, and although these three boys were big flirts they were completely harmless. It came as no shock though that they stuck their foot in their mouths the minute the spoke - using the cheesiest pickup lines as they approached a very un-flattered Lena, “Hello there sexy, is it hot out here or it just you” Shaking her head Lena contemplated smashing the boy’s face in with the volleyball just for annoying her with such a tasteless comment. “Oh shush Rogers! How is it even possible to that your pick-up lines have gotten worse?” Pushing the boy away Lena never took her old classmate seriously instead ignoring him she headed over toward her boyfriend, the ball tucked safely under her arm resting against her hip. “Alright! Thanks for the ball guys!”

"Okay, mic one... Check, check one, testing... how's that sound out there?"

An extremely familiar voice -amplified by a microphone- could clearly be heard calling out over the shore claiming Emma’s full immediate attention. As she searched for the source of it she found it hard to believe that he would actually be playing hooky from work just to laze around at the beach…However to Emma’s horror before she could locate the face she’d secretly been longing to see, she was once again being pulled around like a ragdoll by Lena.

Emma stood there quietly as her friend spoke with the boys that had approached them. Not recognizing anyone of them she honestly wasn’t much interested in anything that they had to say, plus her mind was still wondering if that had indeed been Chuck Wilder’s voice she’d heard earlier. Hiding slightly behind Chepe Emma looked back towards the stage which was now much farther away from them making it a bit difficult to identify the group of people gathered around.
This time Emma’s attention had been forced back to the group not by Lena grabbing ahold of her, but one of the boys that the ball must have belonged too. “Ah…I’m sorry…W-What did you say?” She asked stuttering a little as she stepped away from him. He had startled her enough that she hadn’t actually caught what he had asked. Laughing the boy rubbed the back of his head after being whapped violently by Lena with the volleyball, “Oouch! Ha, well we were just saying that you don’t mind if we join you guy’s right?” This time the boy looked towards Chepe to see if he willing to allow them to join in as well.

Chepe walked quickly, catching up with Lena and emma as they hurried toward a volleyball lying in the sand. He shook his head and smiled, knowing it wouldn't take her long to find a ball. Angel ran after the girls barking.

Chepe put his arm around Lena, his eyes narrowing at the boys...did he really think him and his friends would be allowed to join them? Angel growled by Chepe's feet, and he looked over at Emma, getting the feeling she wasn't entirely comfortable, he moved his body so she was more protected and was further separated from the other boys. He said, "no...I don't think it would be okay for you to join us at all, you're making my friend here nervous."

Chepe turned and smiled at Lena, about to ask her if she was ready to play their planned game, his arm still around her.

While his family had scattered about the beach, waiting for more people to show up, one Chuck Wilder wandered aimlessly around the beach. He had left his hair free and it was not even remotely cooperating with him today, so of course his wild curls stuck out all over the place. But then, that was normal for him. Eventually, he saw something that was a red bright enough it could probably be seen from town. Moving closer, he realized that it was Lena. About to turn and walk off - because talking to a cop's daughter was a bad idea in his opinion - he realized that his best pal Chepe was there with her. Well, now that changed everything! He had actually been hoping that Chepe remembered they were going to play a party today, but hadn't gotten a chance to call him.

Once he drew closer he'd gotten another unexpected - but incredibly satisfying - surprise. Emma was there! His vivid blue eyes focused intensely on the petite brunette and he quickened his pace to get to her, intent on scooping her off her feet and planting a kiss on her soft lips. Just then, he realized there were a few of his old classmates from MVB talking to them... and one of them had the nerve to grab Emma's shoulder. That asshole's goin' down! Was the first thought in Chuck's mind as he approached. Despite the fact that his girlfriend thought he was sweet, jealousy ran in the Wilder family and it wasn't mild either. Luckily, he didn't forget that they were at a birthday party.

Forcing a smile on his face, Chuck kept his voice loud and friendly as usual when he addressed the punk that was touching his woman. "Hey there, bud. I see you met my girlfriend! She's pretty cute, isn't she?" And he gave him a 'friendly' pat on the back - so hard that it knocked him to the ground immediately, "Whoops... sorry man." As the offending teenager looked up at him and recognized the short Wilder, Chuck gave him an acidic look that silently threatened to destroy him if he so much as breathed on her again. Then, he slid an arm around Emma and gave her a squeeze to prove his point.

"Hey, Lupe..." A small, but happy voice greeted his sister's best friend. "We're not too late? I hope? And thanks for inviting us...." The short dirty blond, dressed in a beige shirt, wave-patterned trunks, and black flip-flops smiled hopefully. "So...who's the birthd--" He stopped short before finishing his question as a all-too-familiar girl crossed into his line of sight. And an all-too-familiar boy. His expression faltered only a moment before returning to the topic at hand. "So who's the girl we're celebrating today?" The freshman asked as he produced a neatly wrapped little package from the pocket of his trunks.

in ze box:

Rebecca made sure everything needed was out of the car before she locked it securely and ran barefoot through the sand with towels, gift, and snacks safely in a small, beat-up gym bag. The sand squished pleasingly between her curling toes as she flung her arms around her forever pal. Glancing over Lupe's shoulder she cast a quick albeit dark glance at the pair who appeared in the corner of her vision. But saying anything wasn't worth it.
She looked the other way as she continued to squeeeeze her best burrito forever and grinned at the sight of a familiar splash of red. "Choly!!" The tanned brunette half-pushed Lupe away to point. Conveniently forgetting the birthday situation (did it matter? Carson remembered), she fully let go of Lupe. "Why's she just hangin' over there? There's some guys too--I wonder if somethin's goin' down?"

At the appearance of Chuck, Chepe grinned at his friend. "Hey, good to see you." he brushed his long hair out of his eyes and kind of wished all of it had been long enough to pull back into the long ponytail he had decided on that morning. It was getting very annoying. Angel barked and jumped on Chuck, wagging her tail as her puppy fat propelled her uncontrollably forward causing her to sprawl on top of chuck's feet. She looked up at Chuck, her brown eyes full of mischief as her attention was caught by his shoe and she began worrying it.

Shaking his head ruefully, Chepe commented, "I literally just remembered that we're playing today." Giving Lena's shoulders a little squeeze, he said, "so when are we supposed to be on? I should probably help out a little at least. I know I'm late." He looked over at Lena, and then at Emma again. She seemed to be more comfortable now that Chuck was there and Chepe was glad that he was. He didn't want to get in a fight...and some guys were just too stupid than to walk away and not start one. he hoped that wasn't the case with this group.

Chepe gave his attention back to Chuck. "I'm going to run back over and grab my stuff quick. I'll be back in one second. watch Angel for me please?" Giving Lena a quick kiss, he slipped his arm from her shoulders and turned to go back to where they had dropped their things, as he left, telling Angel to stay. The chubby puppy had no problem obeying her master's command, as she was enjoying being around all these people.

He picked up his guitar bag and slung it over his shoulders before gathering up his shirt. Seeing Lena's discarded clothing he figured she might want him to pick it up and take it to her as well. He knew it was easy to lose stuff on a beach, and with so many people about it would be stupid to tempt them so he picked it up as well, and put all the clothing into a plastic bag he had brought, then stuffing it into the cloth bag he had brought, that had towels, sunscreen and all the stuff a person needs for a day at a beach.

After making sure the area was clear of everyone's stuff...he didn't think Emma had left anything there..he moved quickly back to the group, once again taking his place beside Lena. "Okay, I have all our stuff." he looked at his girlfriend. "yours is in the bag too. I hope it's okay that I picked it up for you."

Lost in her own thoughts, Lupe hardly noticed the small, dirty blonde talking to her. He needed to speak up more! “Carson! Yo buddy, wassup?” She greeted him, throwing her arm around his shoulders, maybe just a tad bit too rough. “Oh, the birthday girl? Dat’s Mimi!” She grinned, pointing to the bubbly pink haired girl next to her. She realized she should introduce the two but a pair of tanned arms made their way around her before she could say anything.

“Becky!” Lupe cried. “You scared the shhhh…” Mindful of Carson, Lupe censored herself. She knew Carson wasn’t stupid, but at least she wasn’t being insensitive. Her ears did perk up upon hearing a very ridiculous word come out of Becky’s mouth. “What the hell’s a ‘Choly’?” Lupe asked. She turned to see what the fuss was all about, but something very. . . fluorescent caught her eye.

“Oh! Eyree made it! Yo Eyree! Over heeeeeere!” The Puerto Rican called out with delight. Today was just getting better and better. The sun was out, all her friends were there; it was perfect. Maybe next year she’d host her own birthday party. Just the thought was all the thrill she needed.

For now anyway.

"Oh, you liked that?" John jokingly asked, adding a little wink, "Want me to give you a... ride later?" The way he said it suggested a double meaning, but he decided not to push it too much. After all, most people were scared shitless of him. Talk would spread like wildfire if John didn't seem as mean, stand-offish and badass as the rumors made him out to be. It was a little underhanded, but if people were afraid of John Wilder, most would be smart enough to leave his younger siblings alone.

With that in mind, John's well-muscled body relaxed into an easy lean against the band equipment trailer. The tattoos covering much of his upper body shifted as he crossed his arms over his chest to look intimidating to any onlookers, but kept his tone friendly and his voice low. "We got here just fine. I told you we wouldn't let you down, didn't I? There's enough of us here to make sure Mimi has music all day and all night." He affirmed quietly, despite the fact that nearly no one outside of his family dared come within twenty feet of him if they could help it. Like all his brothers, John had opted to go shirtless and just wear an old pair of tattered jeans. He still wore his cowboy boots, however and his hat was present as usual.

His icy blue eyes wandered over her slowly as he fixed his gaze on Celi. That little black bikini she was wearing was hugging her curves perfectly and that delicate, translucent wrap around her waist only seemed to make her look even more appealing. What the hell color was that anyway?! Orchid, right? That sounded about right. Her magenta hair fell in waves down her back and around her shoulders and her violet eyes glittered in the day's light. Unconsciously, John scowled a little. Why did she have to be so damn beautiful?! "You wore that to torture me, didn't you?" He accused, forcing a smile to let her know he wasn't angry with her.

"Screw the other car." John's manner of speaking was as charming and to the point as usual. Why should he care about the craptastic parking job some poor schmuck had done? It wasn't as if he'd come that close to hitting it. He tipped his hat towards his mother, who had started setting up the area where their family would be sitting during the party, but still muttered quietly, "You wear any less and I might tackle you. I don't give a shit who sees."

Though he had intended it to sound light and playful, it ended up sounding as if he were almost threatening to molest her. That wasn't really his intention...in public anyway. Hey, they had known each other for about four months now. A little sexual tension wasn't going to do any harm to either of them, so he didn't bother to be on his best behavior. Celi had seen him at his worst already anyway, so what was the difference? Besides, she already knew he was definitely attracted to her. There was no point in beating around the bush. "Well, since I don't go up 'til the second set, I might as well make myself useful." John began in an amiable tone, "Want me to put lotion on your back or something?"

John watched as Celi slipped off her sarong and set it on the other beach chair. Inwardly, he squirmed a little when he saw her untie her top and lay down, ready for him to rub some lotion on her skin. That did it! He couldn't just hang back and let her have the upper hand all the time anymore! If that pretty little thing wanted to tease him like this, he'd be damned if he was going to keep letting her get away with it. No, he was going to do something about it. Right now. So he started to rub her back and shoulders first, kneading the muscles as he worked his way over her flesh. If Celi wanted to play hardball, they were going to play by his rules...

A wide grin spread across her face as Lupe began to actively fill in Eyree on the day’s events. In the middle of her spiel, she realized that she hadn’t introduced Becky or Carson yet. Face palming, she let out an exasperated sigh. “Soy estúpido! Se me olvidaba, esto es Carson,” she said, ruffling his dirty blonde hair. “Y esto es Becky, mis buenos amigos!” Lupe grinned, turning Becky’s head to face Eyree. “Hey guys, this is my friend Eyree. Be nice to her; especially you, Carson!” She joked.

Sprawled out in the sand stuttering the boy couldn’t quite form any coherent words, as he stared up at one out of 5 of his worst -curly haired- nightmares towering over him. Where the hell did he come from??? Swallowing hard he got back on his feet racking his brain for the right words to answer the Chuck’s question -without getting himself pummeled in the process. “Umm yeah…uh sure she’s hot! WAIT NO! I mean no no she’s…kind of maybe?” By the look on Chuck’s face the boy was only digging himself a deeper hole. “Okay okay, Yeah sure of course she is cute….I think?” Instead of standing there stammering MVB senior took his chance to snag their volleyball from his old redheaded classmate before taking off with his friends down to the other end of the shore. Most likely to put some distance between themselves and the Wilder, as well as his brothers which were probably not too far away.

Boys are creatures I will never understand!~

Emma watched in utter confusion as the boys scattered down the powdery beach. What were they so afraid of? Chuck had just given them a friendly greeting and they scampered off like dogs with their tails between their legs. She had currently been dating Chuck just less than 4 months or so and still couldn’t grasp the concept of why people’s perceptions of the Wilder were so terrible. Shrugging it off Emma wrapped her arms around Chuck’s bare tatted torso looking up at him. “I knew I heard your voice earlier! I didn’t realize when you said you had to work that you actually meant you had a gig! Is your whole family here?” She inquired breaking eye contact for a moment to glance back towards the stage.

Boobs. In his face. Again. Fred decided that he was really liking getting this kind of attention from the excitable pinkette. In fact, if they weren't out in the open where everyone could see them, he might consider... misbehaving with Mimi. Then again, if things kept up like this between them, he was sure his image as a gentleman with her would come crashing down.

Elaine was sitting with Bobby and Joanna nearby in their folding beach chairs, relaxing while the little ones played in the sand. The older woman had watched as the birthday girl ran up and hugged Fred, shoving his head into her boobs with excitement. "Pfft..." She barely managed to stifle her chuckle at the display and filed the memory away for later, in case she wanted to tease her son about it.

When he finally emerged from her boobage - despite wanting to stay there - he shook his head, sending his curls bouncing every which way. "Last I saw, she and John were talking about something. But I don't know where they went. My mom and little sister can help with those flowers though."