The flow of the whole trip was much smoother once they hit the road again. The two of them laughed and carried on to Avenged Sevenfold and Led Zeppelin in the background. They had been on the Atlantic City Expressway for some time, almost an hour, before they realized they had both forgone a proper breakfast. As much as they had discussed that once on the road, they wouldn't make unnecessary stops, they stopped at the first rest stop they happened upon. Though their little detour in the K-Mart alley had happened around an hour and a half before, Dillon was still a bit flushed from the intensity of the experience.
August 16th, 2011: Tuesday
With full and incredibly happy bellies, they hopped into Bertha for the short return trip back to the apartment. Dillon continued to rave over the scrapple and stuffed French toast while Tony was all about the Belgian waffles. They had them set up for people to make their own. Next to the waffle irons(multiple, so as not to hold up the lines), the chefs had lined up trays of small disposable cups of waffle batter. A customer would simply choose a cup(they had different flavoured ones too, like blueberry and anice), pour it into the center of the waffle iron, then close the lid, lock it, and flip the whole thing. There was a small green light that lit up when the waffle inside was done, but Tony left it on longer so it made a thicker, crispier crust.
. August 17th, 2011: Wednesday
The ridiculous onslaught of rain went on for nearly three hours. When Kat and Brenden were finally comfortable enough to set out, they were worried about time. They had to check into the place they rented near Niagara Falls at six, though Tony reminded them that they could just call and say they'd be late. Reservations weren't typically canceled unless the guest was very late and was a "no-call-no-show".
. August 18th, 2011: Thursday&n
Pleasantly buzzed from his coffee and euphoric from his pain meds, Dillon sat on the couch as he flipped through his phone. Finally, Tony emerged fully dressed and absolutely perfect. Even down to the last strand of hair on his perfectly-styled head was
. August 19th, 2011: Friday 
Tony slung Dillon's backpack over his shoulders despite the kid's protests that he could carry it. Anytime he could help with his considerable physical strength while Dillon healed up, he did. It was more for his own comfort, though he knew that Dillon still liked his independence. The backpack was heavy though, as they had packed it with waters and snacks along with their towels and other odds and ends. Tony didn't want Dillon to have to strain himself whatsoever to carry it when he himself was totally unscathed. The brat bitched about it for all of a minute as they made their way from the second pier waterpark to the third pier amusement park to start their coaster fun. By the blush and poorly concealed ghost of a smile he had, Dillon was touched.
"Guh- 'atta boy, Dill! Choke on me!" Tony grunted. As he pistoned his hips, he held Dillon's head down.The air in his lungs had started to become laden with carbon dioxide, but he wasn't allowed up. Even if he
Back at the apartment, Dillon piled the stuff they brought up in the guest room. Since the guest bedroom was so very rarely used, it was the perfect storage space for their chairs, fold up tables, coolers,
"Look here," Dillon said softly and he gently turned Tony's face to look him in the eye. He'd looked away as emotion had threatened to overwhelm him. "I… can't change the past, but I can assure you of yer future. Tony, you'll
As the hand that gripped Dillon's right wrist tightened and pulled slightly, he groaned softly and took another breath. What were his options? The arm around his neck was a no-go, but if he could free his right arm, perhaps he'd have the leverage to flip him? If he could pry his thumb off, he could break his grip. 'Fuck! That's out too!' Dillon thought bitterly as he
. October 27th, 2012: Saturday
Dillon felt his eyes light up at the thought of Tony as his self-defense teacher. Excitement ate away at him already to see all the cool stuff his a
"Fine," Tony spat as he lifted Justice up by the front of his hoodie and slammed him against the trash can again loudly before he abruptly let go.There was a look of exasperated shock on Justice's face as he caught his breath from the adrenaline. He looked from
"You were made for me, Dill. In every
"Good man, I'm glad to hear. I remember that day like it was yesterday. Such simple, innocent times, eh?" Tony yawned and gave a content stretch. Dillon could relate, his body was pleasantly heavy and his vision had a warm fuzziness edge to it, if that made any sense.