TIME FOR A VISIT ,

[OLIVER APOLLO HAYES]

Oliver was still a little upset with Kona as he drove to her house, but he was calming down. He couldn’t understand why she wasn’t willing to just be safe. What was so wrong with wanting that? Why didn’t she want that for herself? It’s not normal to want to put yourself in danger when you’re angry. And even though Oliver didn’t really think she was a bitch, she had certainly been acting like it. She was attacking him for no reason. It was a natural reaction to fight back.

He wasn’t sure what he had done to make her so mad at him. He could almost understand her being mad at him for some of the things he said. He really was an asshole. He made rude comments. But sometimes she overreacted to them. And he guessed sometimes he over reacted. It seemed one of them was always mad about something. He wondered if they would find a point in their relationship where they actually both were happy with each other and got along.

He parked outside of the house with Kona’s Mustang in the driveway. It was the only car there, so he assumed that she was the only one home. He walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. A cool breeze swept across the small porch, and even though it was dark, it was still warm outside. That was the thing about living in Miami. It never really got cold. Still, he was anxious to be inside. He was mad at the girl, but he couldn’t help but want to be there for her. He waited patiently for her to answer the door and wondered if she would look any better than she had a few hours ago.

[SKIT]

"Moo, you can do it. Come to mommy. Atta a boy!" She smiled as Moo followed the trail of fish flakes. Moo was one of Kona's closest friends. Her eyes wandered away from the fish bowl and to her brownies. It was her first attempt at baking. She was incredibly nervous Oliver wouldn't like them. Thinking of Oliver, she sighed. She not admit to liking him, and that might have been the source of her hostility toward him. She was afraid. She wanted to let him in, but she knew better.

As it so happened, the door bell rang. Kona frowned, how the hell was she going to make it down all of those stairs? She stared at her crutches. She hadn't exactly told Oliver she needed those. She stared at her busted leg. Millie wasn't home. Well, she had been selfish enough so she picked up her crutches and headed down the flights of stairs. "Coming!" she shouted every now and then so he wouldn't think she wasn't home. It took her a good five minutes, considering she couldn't grab the hand rail with broken fingers.

She had cleaned herself up well. Her hair was pulled back showing her face and bruises. She had used cover up to mask most of it, but some parts were so dark they were still black through layers of make up. She fumbled around for a little while until she could get the door open without loosing balance. She smiled at Oliver, obviously glad to no longer be alone. "Thank you," she giggled. She was in a loose shirt and spandex shorts. Despite her lack of being dressed up, she was still very pretty.

[OLIVER APOLLO HAYES]

He wondered why it was taking so long for Kona to get to the store, but he waited patiently. He knew that she was coming from all of the shouting that she was doing, but after the first couple of minutes he wasn’t sure when she was actually going to make it to the door at all. He rocked back and forth and did his best to peek in the window, but nothing really helped. Finally he heard something moving around behind the door and the door opened to reveal Kona. She didn’t quite look as bad as when she had left the hospital, but she still looked pretty awful. He sighed as he took her in and his face tightened slightly as he saw her crutches.

“I see you forgot to mention all of the details,”

[/color] he muttered under his breath. He forced a smile on his face. It was hard not to smile the way she was looking at him. She did seem genuinely thankful that he had come over. He wondered why he was her first choice instead of one of her other friends, but it seemed that he was. He didn’t want her to be alone at a time like this. She obviously needed some company. Oliver really was used to seeing Kona all dressed up every time she came up, but he had to admit that even when she wasn’t she was a pretty girl.

Oliver still looked awful. He had only gotten a few hours of sleep and he all he had done to get ready was take a five minute shower and throw on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of beat up old sneakers. He didn’t have the energy to impress her right then. His hair was messier than he usually allowed it to be. It was the closest they had allowed each other to get willingly. He didn’t think last night really counted. “You’re welcome,”[/color] he told her. He glanced around the inside of her house and raised his eyebrow, silently asking if he could enter.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[KONA NICOLE ANDERSON]

Kona grabbed her crutches and hobbled backward to let him in. "Your brownies are in my room." Her house was large, even for someone of Millie's social standing, which made Kona uncomfortable with having anyone over. "It's big and obnoxious, I know. Millie likes luxury, I'd really be fine just sleeping on the beach. It brings on so much attention." She sighed, those steps were looming out at her.

"Alright, let's do this." Kona made her first jump. "My room is the fourth floor. I told Millie I wouldn't mind just a single room, but she insisted I'd have a floor to myself. I ended up getting whatever else was above the fourth floor too. I barely come down here. Forgot how annoying these damn stairs are. You way wanna go around me. Moo's up there, he'll keep you company until I get up there." She giggled, "he's getting better at swimming. I told him you were coming; he's been helping me with your dad's card. I'm having some trouble given my hand and all." She grunted as she made her way to the fifth stair. She ought to have Mack do this for stamina training. She'd text her the idea as soon as she made it to her room.

She hoped Olvier wasn't upset she'd taken so long to get the door. She had no idea it took this long. "How are you feeling? You can take a nap in my bed if you like. Or shower, I have some nice soaps. Max felt some clothes here the other day, I washed them in case you want something clean. Uh-not that you aren't I just meant....I'll be quiet." She turned her attention to her uneasy footing and thought of just throwing down the crutches and forcing herself to use her leg.

[OLIVER APOLLO HAYES]

Oliver stepped inside and took everything around. He had never actually been inside of Kona’s house before. It was huge, but fortunately he could hide his amazement due to the fact he had just come from an actual mansion, even if he only had seen one wing of it. He wondered how he managed to make friends with such rich people when he still had no idea how he was going to pay for his date with Kenzie. His house was considerably smaller than either of the girls, and there were five people living in a house made for three, four maximum. Unfortunately it was all that they could afford.

He glanced at the stairs, assuming that Kona’s room was on an upper level. He shrugged. “If you’ve got it, flaunt it,”

[/color] he replied simply. And if you didn’t, he added silently in the back of his head, do everything in your power to hide it. Oli couldn’t help but think that Kona was a little worried over nothing. Sure, her house was big and grand, but this was Miami. If anyone looked hard enough they could probably manage to find something bigger and more obnoxious.

She began rambling as she made her way up the stairs, and Oliver finally cracked a smile. The girl was trying, if nothing else. She had made him brownies and invited him over instead of her other two friends. He knew that he was still mad at her, but it was becoming increasingly more difficult to display to her. He listened to her ramble silently and watched from the bottom of the stairs as she attempted to make her way up them. He was much more entertained by that than anything she was saying. At her mention of Moo, Oliver shook his head slightly. “Moo’s helping with my dad’s card? What, are you doing it in watercolor?”[/color] He then realized what she had said and couldn’t recall if she had said she was going to make him a card before or not. If she had, he didn’t remember. He didn’t need a card, but at the same time he didn’t have the heart to tell her not to make it for him. Maybe he’d like it. Everyone was so used to him being sick now that he barely got anything like cards or flowers.

“I feel fine,”[/color] he assured her. It was true. He was coming off of a slight buzz. After their fight earlier he had gone walking and somehow found himself at a party. He, for once in his life, did not dance or talk to a single girl. He simply observed with a beer in his hand. Then he realized Kenzie might not be too happy with his disappearance and he had no idea how long he had been out anyway, so he might as well get back. He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t interested in trying to hook up with someone. Maybe it was because he was savoring finally getting Kenzie. Or perhaps it was something else. He really wasn’t sure.

Oliver watched Kona struggling to walk up the stairs and rolled his eyes. He finally began climbing the stairs behind her. “I think you need some help,”[/color] he told her, and in an instance he scooped her up into his arms, careful not to make her uncomfortable or pull on her stitches, and they made it the rest of the way up the flight of stairs in the time it had taken her to get up two. He carried her to the fourth floor, then set her gently back on the ground. "Much faster,"[/color] he explained.

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[KONA NICOLE ANDERSON]

"Whoa! OLIVER!" Kona clung to Oliver, slightly startled from being picked up. She grunted and wiggled trying to break free, but it was pointless. "You didn't have to do that for me, but thank you." She brushed away some hair for her face. Her cheeks were pink, but Kona blushed if even a dog held her gaze for too long.

She pushed her door open. Her room was enourmous, but the size of a single floor of a regular house. She sighed, clearly still embrassed of her wealth. Kona was simple. She didn't need diamond rings or expensive clothes to be happy. All she needed was the ocean, a camera, and some pen and paper. She wabbled her way away from the large lower section of her room and made it to the next level. Granted, the next level was a single stair up, but it housed her bed and most of her things. She smiled picking up the tray of brownies. They looked terrible, but it was clear she spent time on them. They were each cut into a perfect square and spelt out "S-O-R-R-Y". "The first couple batches came out pretty bad."

Kona set them on the desk near her bed and plopped herself into the sheets. "Millie went on a bussiness trip. Do you know how much this bites? Bussiness trips were when I went to surf major swells. Millie flips when I'm near the water." She shrugged. "How are things at Mack's?"

[OLIVER APOLLO HAYES]

"You’re welcome,”

[/color] Oliver replied simply. Oliver took some satisfaction knowing that he had made her blush. He followed her into her room and took it all in. It was huge, very impressive. Considering Oliver shared a room with his little brother that was about a quarter of Kona’s room, he couldn’t help but be a little jealous of the size of her room. He followed her over to the desk as she hobbled over and looked at the brownies. He couldn’t help but make a little face at how they had turned out. He wasn’t sure how exactly she had managed to turn brownies green, but Kona was a creative one. Still, he could tell that she had put a lot of effort into them. The word “sorry” stared up at him. She obviously really did feel bad about what she had done. He felt his anger melting even more. He appreciated the brownies but didn’t want to admit he was kind of afraid to taste them.

He watched Kona struggle to make her way to her bed and plop down on it. For some reason Oliver wasn’t sure whether he was supposed to sit there with her or not, so he simply took a few steps closer and remained standing, watching her. He felt his anger begin to bubble back up as Kona explained what she usually did when Millie was away. Not because of what it was. Tons of people surfed in Miami. Simply that she could be doing what she usually does had she not gone out and gotten herself in a car accident. Oliver still refused to believe that he was the reason for her doing it. He had specifically warned her against doing it. He was glad she wasn’t dead, but he was mad that she wasn’t okay. Still, he didn’t have the heart to snap at her right then. “Next time you can go out there and tear it up,”[/color] Oliver assured her. He wondered how long it would take for her injuries to heal.

He thought back to where he had come from. Kenzie and Oliver had been spending a lot of time together, but since Kona’s accident they had barely seen each other. It was almost like they were avoiding one another, but it couldn’t last. After all, they temporarily lived together. And he was taking her on a date the next night. He had finally made the reservations he was supposed to. He shrugged and leaned over to get a better look at Moo. “It’s fun. Something different. Her game room is pretty sweet. If you haven’t seen it you should probably come over and check it out.”[/color] He didn’t want to upset her by telling her that they really hadn’t been talking to each other since they’d gotten home from visiting her, especially since he was sure it was temporary. Plus, before Kona’s incident, things had been going really well. Kenzie was fun to be around. It was much better than being stuck at home.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[ADRIANNA LAINE BRANT]

One of Kona's slim black eyebrows began to curve upward, and then she wore her signature "oh, hell no. bitch gonna get it" look. Her fingers, all including her broken ones, tapped the edge of her bed as her shoulders tensed. She looked like she just may kill something. Her eyes were glaring out of her window as her tougne rolled around in her mouth. "Mm, so when's the wedding?" Kona made the mistake of pushing herself off of her bed and standing on both legs. She squeaked and fell backwards. Pressing her lips together, she held in a scream and let out a breath of hair that flipped her bangs up.

Oliver, if it wasn't clear before, knew exactly to get under Kona's skin. "Do me a favor? Sit next to me so I pretend I'm beating your ass. I may not be able to punch, but I can poke you until your bruise." Suddenly, Kona smiled. "Hey, Oli. Wanna make a bet?" A devious smirked curled onto her face, she was thinking up a devilish plan.

[OLIVER APOLLO HAYES]

Oliver looked at Kona out of the corner of his eye and saw her tense up. He wondered why exactly she was doing it. She had been the one that asked what was going on with Kenzie. And he had given her the least graphic answer he possibly could. He couldn’t help but let out a short, hard laugh at her question. Oliver found it unlikely he was ever going to get married. “Don’t be ridiculous, Kona,”

[/color] he told her, his voice almost scolding. He watched her try to stand and straightened in a flash as he realized what she was doing. Not surprisingly, she wasn’t able to support herself and fell backward. “Don’t do that. How are you going to heal?” [/color]

“I’m not going to sit next to you and get poked,”[/color] Oliver argued. “Plus, I won’t punch a girl, but I never said I wouldn’t poke one.”[/color] Oliver wondered where exactly he would be able to poke Kona that wasn’t already bruised or achey. Still, he took a couple steps closer to her bed. He watched as a smile he wasn’t sure he liked spread across her face. “What kind of bet?”[/color] he asked, suspicious of her sweet words. She was trying to trap him. He could see it in her innocent face.[/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]

[KONA NICOLE ANDERSON]

"First, what would you like if you win?" She attempted once more to stand, and balancing on her good leg she was able to stand nearly face to face with Oliver. "Don't go easy on me just because I've got a few cuts and bruises." She placed her foot down gently and pressed herself up a little more. She hid the pain behind a smile as she grew a few inches taller. "It's really a simple bet, and I don't want much. If I win though, I want you to move out of Kenzie's. I don't care what you tell her, just so long it wasn't because of me." She dropped the few inches she had gained and suddenly looked like she was going to tackle Oliver. She was in game mode.

"All we need is some pen and paper. If I can correctly write your height and weight on the paper, then I win. If not, you can have whatever you want. Deal?" She giggle and stuck out her tougne. "You're going to lose, Oli." She giggled, clearly havin fun. As much as she said she didn't, she liked Oliver. She liked him a lot, but she would never admit that to herself. At least, not for now. She was naive. She didn't know how to handle emotions, other than hide what she really felt and protray a lie. She started doing a little dance and signing "you're gonna lose".

[OLIVER APOLLO HAYES]

The girl was fearless, he’d give her that. He felt this was an unfair bet since he was relatively certain that he had told her how tall he was already, which was half the battle. Not to mention he wasn’t sure exactly how much he weighed at that moment. It wasn’t like he was an anorexic teenage girl that weighed herself every morning and night. But she was a teenage girl, and though as far as he knew she was not anorexic, she probably had a scale around here somewhere. Or he could just lie to her and tell her that her answer was incorrect and make something up.

“If I win,”

[/color] Oliver said slowly, looking down at the short, little girl standing in front of him with a smirk on his face. He caught her eyes and held them for a few moments. “If I win, I want you to promise never to drag race or do anything that dangerous ever again.”[/color] Oliver wondered why he requested such an unselfish thing. He should have asked for nudes. But that would probably get him in serious trouble. He raised an eyebrow and echoed her. “A few cuts and bruises?”[/color] Kona was insane. “You have more stitches than there are states. I think it’s a little worse than that.”[/color]

He was surprised by her request. Why would she want him to move out of Kenzie’s? He was having a good time there. It was much better than being home. His mind instantly began analyzing her request. She was never going to guess his weight anyway. He was pretty sure he was safe. Though he couldn’t help but wonder why she looked like she was about to pounce on him. “Fine. Deal.”[/color]

He chuckled a little. He had never met anyone quite like Kona. She was definitely intriguing. She always kept him on his toes. Not that that was always a good thing. She was childish and moody, but sweet at heart. “I don’t lose, Koney,”[/color] he told her in a serious voice, pushing her back gently in an attempt to make her fall back on the bed. “I’ll get the pen and paper.”[/color] He went over to her desk and began searching until he came up with a piece of paper and a pen. He walked back over to the bed and handed them to her, then took a step back so she could get a good look at him and write her guess down. There was no way she was winning this. “Good luck. You’re going to need it.”[/color] He knew those were fighting words, but when had Oliver ever been able to turn down a good fight?
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[KONA NICOLE ANDERSON]

Kona allowed herself to fall onto her large, comfortable bed. She pukered lips and eyed him for some time. "Oh boy, this was tough, but I think I got it." She had one hell of a smirk on as she recapped the pan and slid the paper between two fingers and held it toward him. On it she had written "your height and weight", and she had written it correctly as the bet entailed. She tilted her head innocently.

Her eyes were beaming and her cheeks were pink. "I win." She patted her bed. "If it makes you feel better, you can sit down."[/b] She noticed he kept standing, and she was worried he thought he'd hurt her. She really wasn't that fragile. Alright fine, she was in pain, but she was happy to have someone with her. Happy to have Oliver by her side. "Do you want to go to the beach?" It was a terrible idea. Her casts could get wet, sand could get in their and infect everything, but she was dying to see the water. "Or, at least sit outside and swing with me?[/size]

[OLIVER APOLLO HAYES]

Oliver raised an eyebrow as he took the paper from her and opened it. The four words that stared up at him made him feel a variety of emotions. Part of him wanted to laugh, but part of him was angry that he had been played, although he had seen it coming from the girl. He had known that she would find a way to win, so his mind had instantly begun creating loopholes when she told him her request. He couldn’t help but wonder why she wanted him to move out of Kenzie’s place, though. He stared at her, not exactly sure what to do. “I was played,”

[/color] he muttered, tossing the paper onto the desk and shaking his head.

“Well you cheated. The game was rigged!”[/color] Oliver argued. It had been unfair. She couldn’t call that winning. And if it was, it was a very small victory. He decided that she would be content enough with winning the game not to attack him, so he finally sat down next to her on the bed. Even sitting down he was considerably taller than Kona. He thought for a moment and examined Kona’s damaged body. “I don’t think the beach is a good idea,”[/color] he told her, taking into account all of the things that could go wrong if they got too close to the sand or water. “But I’ll sit outside with you.”[/color] He glanced back over at the door to Kona’s room. He had never been inside of her house before, so he couldn’t help but wonder… “Am I going to have to carry you again?”[/color] Oli wasn’t patient enough to have Kona try and make it all the way down the stairs on her crutches. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[SKIT]

"Yes," she smirked not actually needing to be carried. She scooted herself into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She nuzzled her head against his chest. "At the back of my room there is a glass door, if you open in it there's a small set of stairs that lead to a deck with a swing."

"Don't trip over my board, please." She closed her eyes and settled into Oliver. He was remarkably comfortable, and he smelt very good. She couldn't wait for them to step onto her deck and smell the ocean. It was covered in sand, starfish, sea dollars, shells, and her board currently decked out with seaweed. She had a handful of windcharms hanging around that made a beautiful noise as the wind blew. She had a blanket outside as well, because she enjoyed snuggling up and watching the ocean.

She wanted to show Oliver her more zen side. Kona wondered how well he could swim, she wanted to teach him to surf. She was sure he wouuld say yes due to the thought of her in a bikini, but she wouldn't tell him she wore a little more than waterproof panties and a bra. In all honesty, she actually wouldn't mind seeing what Oliver looked like beneath his shirt. "Are you afraid of sharks?"

[JENNIFER NOELLE MONTGOMERY]

It was actually very odd for Kona to want to be in his arms. For the longest time she had refused to let him touch her at all, and now she was the one climbing into his lap. That being said, Oliver wasn’t exactly known for cuddling, but it was something he oddly found he enjoyed quite a bit. Who would have thought Oliver was a snuggler. He was not going to let this get out. He turned to look at the glass door, scooped Kona up, and made his way over to it. It was a bit difficult to open with Kona in his arms, but he managed to do so, and in an instant the smell of the ocean washed over him and a gentle breeze hit his face.

“You made me an obstacle course! How thoughtful,”

[/color] Oliver teased as he tried to maneuver his way around all of the things on the desk and get to the swing. It took a while, and he got close to tripping a couple of times, but soon he had placed Kona on the swing so they could look at the ocean. He sat down next to her and gently began rocking them, figuring it would be easier for him to do it than her to try. He glanced over at her, wondering what she was thinking. “There are people that aren't afraid of sharks?”[/color] he questioned. He glanced over at her seaweed decorated surfboard. “How long have you been surfing?”[/color]
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