OH, GIRL,

[KONA NICOLE ANDERSON]

A small goldfish maneuvered through a maze of castles, sunken ships, treasure chests, and a variety of aquatic plants. He was believed to be a happy fish, despite his handicap. Sadly, this goldfish lacked the ability to swim. Perhaps that was drastic, he possessed the ability; however, he was a miserable swimmer. Every day, his owner would read him encouraging stories of a fish named Nemo and a Rainbow Fish. It was the best she could do as the world would not oblige to her fantastical request to teach her poor fish to swim. She often worried he may drown.

She was a nervous little thing, always worried about others and never herself. It could have been due to her failure to take her anxiety medication. She was not at all fond of the idea of needing a small pill to help her get through life. For her, it was a sign of weakness. Everyday she'd take her recommended two pills and place them in a plastic baggy for storage in a secret place. Then, at the end of her cycle when she would need a refill she'd simply refill her bottle with the previous cycle's pills.

Yes, this was one of the many secrets she kept from her foster mother. She kept many things from Millie Anderson. For such a successful lawyer with such astonishing accomplishments, she was an idiot. She was not the sort of woman to rear a child, let alone a troubled teenage girl. She was a failure in the area of motherhood, as made abundantly clear as her foster child had snuck out of the house approximately an hour ago. Mille was lost in paperwork when her "daughter" walked past the door of her den and she had yet to realize it had not been a round trip Kona had made.

Kona had woke that morning eager, as unusual as it was, to see Oliver. To be honest, she did enjoy the fellow. He was a challenge, and she so badly wanted to win. He made her nervous, he was so forward with women and Kona was not a fan of physical closeness. A long history of being violated left her fracture and afraid of men. Still, she had to keep up with Miami to avoid being shunned by its teenage population. Kona wanted to be loved here, well, maybe "loved" isn't the best choice of words. Nonetheless, she had to appear halfway decent for him. She had chosen her incredibly short short-shorts; she had fabulous legs that were pretty and tan. In addition, she picked out a cute crop top so she could so off her new jewelry. She wore thigh athletic socks and a cute pair of Vans. Even in her laid back her attire, she was remarkably pretty. Not to mention the top was loose, so it bore one of her shoulders a bit of cleavage.

She really was upset about being called short; it was a physical feature she was never proud of. It didn't matter now though, Oliver had agreed to buying her a piercing (two, but he didn't know this yet) and ice cream. Well, she was going to buy the ice cream (he didn't know this yet either). It would be her apology for tricking him into paying for her two piercings. She wondered if Oliver wouldn't mind spending the whole day with her. She had felt a little lonely inside her house. Millie was never company, which Kona was thankful for.

She was incredibly thankful that no one had asked many questions about her foster mother. She supposed she was most thankful no one had noticed, or if they had kept it to themselves, about her apparent lack of a father. The legal battle for Kona was up in the air at the moment. She wanted out, emancipation. Millie wanted adoption, but neither she nor Kona could have their way without Landon admitting he was in fact Kona's father. She quickly tucked her hair behind her ear trying not to think about her father.

She sighed standing outside of her house waiting for Oliver. He was late. She wondered if he could ever be a gentleman, then again Kona's definition of a gentleman had been based off the princes in Disney films. She had never been exposed to a model man before. Needless to point out, Oliver was no model man. He was a bit of a whore, rude, and enjoyed to irritating his peers. She puckered her lips and pushed them to the side as she slowly lost her patience. Kona's temper was short, which was the reason for this whole outing. She had a sneaky suspicion Oliver was a good guy at heart though. After all, he had offered to rob a bank for her.

Kona's hair fell out from behind her ear as she leaned forward and looked around the corner seeing Oliver's car. A small giggled escaped her lips knowing that soon she would be at the mercy of a man with a piercing gun. It sent goose bumps along her skin. The sexiest men were at tattoo parlors. She quickly pulled her head back so she wouldn't appear to eager. She collected herself as the car pulled close. She wore a calm face that had a hint of anger. She approached the car with a runway-like walk that forced her hair to flutter away from her shoulders. As she got closer, she couldn't help but smile. Finally, she gave in and started racing toward the car letting her laughter ring out into the warm Miami air.

Physically speaking, she appeared young. Her face held a cherubic and innocent appearance, matched with her smooth and currently blemish free skin and radiant eyes she had a youthfulness to her. Other than her height; however, her body suggested she was much older. Her frame was small, but toned with feminine muscles. Her bust was filled, but not terribly large. She had pretty little curves that teased and never failed to please. As she slid into the passenger seat, she attempted to look angry again. However, Kona allowed for a gentle giggle to fill her lungs. Her frown turned into a gentle smile and her nose wrinkled just a tad. "Oliver, you're late. Little prick." Cute, isn't she?

status , finished
tags , apollomatic
word count , 1052
notes , not terrible, and outfit is here.
credit , brookelle graphic belongs to the original owner and was editied by moi. the lyric graphics belong to their rightful owner and the graphic was made by tina.

[OLIVER APOLLO HAYES]

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Oliver didn’t really have much respect for women. It wasn’t really all women, either. He knew which ones deserved respect and which ones didn’t. He just found that most women and girls in Miami were completely undeserving of respect. And, furthermore, a lot of girls liked being disrespected. They liked being made fun of. They liked being picked on. Maybe it was because they liked manly men, and they appreciated the fact that it meant that he was taking power. But there was a very fine line between powerful and asshole with no chance. It had taken Oliver a while, but he had finally learned where that line was. He knew the point that he could push girls to without getting in too much trouble and making them want him. He could watch their faces and know when he was supposed to pull back and lay on the sweet talking. And they always somehow forgot that he had been a jerk in the beginning. It was a good way to get and keep their attention at first. It kept them interesting. Oliver knew that now, and he knew that you could only push them so far before they threw their drink in your face and walked away, yelling at you and calling you a creep or an asshole. Fortunately, that had only happened to Oliver a couple of times. Now he was an expert.

He was running late that morning both because he was an asshole, as he was sure Kona suspected, and because he had asked his parents for money and was still doing the errands for them to give it to him. He had to go to the pharmacy to pick up medication for his father and bring his brother to his music teacher’s house so he could pick up a composition that Joseph was supposed to learn by the next Friday. For that, he was getting twenty-five dollars. With that and the other money he had scraped up around the house, he only had about seventy dollars on him, and it was all going toward Kona. He had pushed her buttons a little too hard, and now it was time to make it up to her. She was an expensive little brat, but she was worth it. He could only fantasize about the places he would be interested in seeing her get pierced, but he knew that the only reason for that was because he wanted to see her partially nude and not because he was actually interested in her having piercing there. Actually, it would be a major turn off. The boy really was poor. Even with his brother working as many hours a week as he could and his mother working full time, they were constantly short on money. It was constantly going toward his father’s treatment.

He knew his father would end up in the hospital full time again. It was only a matter of time before they suggested it. He was weak. All he did lately was lie in bed and be driven back and forth to cancer treatment. His father tried his hardest to keep a brave face on for his children. He tried to laugh and smile as much as possible, but he was worn out. The cancer was aggressive. It had the power to take the life and joy out of the happiest person on the planet. Oliver knew that his father fought with everything he had, and he hated to think that it wasn’t enough, but it wasn’t. His father was a shell of the man that he used to be. Oliver hated it. Oliver hated seeing his father go through so much hell with no payout. He knew it was awful, but sometimes he thought that his father would just die. At least then he wouldn’t be going through so much pain. The only reason he had lived so long was for his children, but he couldn’t do anything for them anymore. He loved them. Oliver knew that his father loved him. And somehow, Oliver still hated his father. He didn’t know what to think. He loved him because he was his father, because he was the best man that he had ever known, but Manny wasn’t that man anymore. He knew that his father tried, but Oliver didn’t get to be a child. His father’s illness was the reason that went from getting little attention to no attention. So, Oliver should probably hate the cancer. But somehow he’d ended up hating his father instead. He was conflicted, because he knew it really was the cancer he hated, but he didn’t know how to hate something he couldn’t hit. He would feel guilty when his father died. He knew it was coming eventually. He was surprised it hadn’t happened already. All of the family’s money went to pay for Manny’s cancer treatments, treatments that weren’t even helping him. He didn’t like his brother, but he had still sacrificed college and the thing he loved to help pay for Manny’s treatment. The family had done everything for him, and the cancer was still winning.

It was something Oliver really hated talking about, so he pushed it out of his mind as he climbed into his car and fumbled around with the keys, mumbling to himself about being late for his date with Kona. He refused to believe it wasn’t a date. Not for him. He didn’t need a date, although he wouldn’t mind one with the girl. But he still liked the idea of convincing her it was a date. He grinned to himself as he drove along toward her house. It was a warm Miami day, but really, what day wasn’t? Like they said, a bad day in Florida is a good day anywhere else. His sunglasses shielded his eyes from the hot sun beating down on him through the car as he sped along, making his way to Kona’s house.

The fact was, he hated being in his house. He hated sitting there dealing with his parents and his brothers and getting ignored the entire time. If they didn’t think he was there, then why should he be? He felt invisible anyway, so he wasn’t going to be somewhere he wasn’t wanted. He never felt wanted at home, so he tried to spend almost all of his time somewhere else. It was one of the reasons he wasn’t upset about spending all of his money on Kona. At least it got him out of the house and he was going to get to spend the day with a pretty girl. It was really a win-win. With a little lose in there, too, since after the piercing and ice cream he was going to be flat broke. Maybe he really was going to need to rob a bank. Miami wasn’t the best place in the world to be a poor kid.

He finally turned the corner and pulled up in front of Kona’s house. He unlocked the door and turned to look at the cute girl walking toward his car, and finally breaking into a run as she got closer to the car. Oliver couldn’t help but chuckle as she got in. He liked spending time with Kona. There was just something about that girl. She was always full of energy, and she was unexpected. Oliver had never met anyone quite like her. He grinned back at her as she insulted him. He felt the urge to reach out and ruffle her hair, but he knew that he didn’t need to get himself in any deeper than he already was. “Sorry, Kona,”

[/color] he apologized, half sincerely meaning it, since it was only semi-intentional for him to be late. “You’re looking lovely today,”[/color] he complimented her, stealing a glance at her bare legs. Oliver was a sucker for a nice set of legs. He decided he was going to have to convince her to go to the beach with him. He’d like to see this girl in a bathing suit. “I guess we’re headed to the tattoo place, then?”[/color] he asked, changing gears and slowly lifting his foot off the break. They began rolling down the street and in an instant, they were making their way to their first destination of the day.

status , complete.
tags , ice cream kona.
word count , one thousand, three hundred and eighty-four.
notes ,[/font] woo. long!
credits ,[/font] all shiz to tina. holla.

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[KONA NICOLE ANDERSON]

B eing the most expressive of her features is difficult, infamous for their betrayal, Kona's eyes are a curious characteristic. Built upon layers and layers of lies, a labyrinth of sorts as been erected. Nearly every emotion brought to life in these beautiful pools of white-blue are artificial, but if one could just navigate that labyrinth they may see the truth. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, perhaps this is true. But, no one had been able to definitively say if Kona's eyes behold true emotions or false intentions. As soon as an answer appears in sight, Kona's eyes change direction. Masters of deceit are those strange little orbs of blue.


As clever as they may be, at close examination of her eyes, one might notice a weakness. That unremarkable hue of blue, well it points to a terrible tragedy. If one truly examined her eyes, truly dived into that crystal cool color, well then they might notice they lay slightly off focus. Whatever she may be looking at, her eyes rest just a tad too far left. With an even harder stare, one might even notice the layer of cover-up on her eye lids. Well, of course it may be thought, she is a teenage girl! She is bound to wear make-up and cover-up! This is true, she does wear both of these. But shall we re-examine the subject? Even at odd hours of the night, she is wears a thick layer of cover up along her eyelids. At the base, where her brilliantly luscious eyelashes burst from, is a thick sticky mess of cover-up. It sits there in little clusters and clumps. Pushing aside the times she wore her precious flaw-fixing power powder, she wore an awful lot. Currently, she was with a friend on a platonic occasion to receive a piercing near the water. Any normal little girl may not have worn so much make-up, piercings could make tears well in some children. In addition, if you brought young Kona to water, then you also better have brought some sun tan lotion because she was going to swim regardless.

During the odd hours of the night, one might ask her why she is wearing cover-up as opposed to eye shadow, and indeed one has, but Kona has simply failed to acknowledge that she was even wearing cover-up on her eyes at all. As Miss Alice might say, "curiouser and curiouser!" Of course, Kona herself was a curious being. Both in that she inquires about the world and that she is worthy of inquiry. And now, in her current time, she was fixated on her new obsession, her naval. Her eyes bloomed and rippled with emotions of excitement, inquisitiveness, and joy. Though, all of this quickly changed to a more melting sensation that made her eyes shimmer with sorrow. She wasn't going to say was nervous aloud, but in all honesty she was worried what might happened if they missed.

With a side long glance at her companion, Kona suddenly slid far down into the seat. It was rather silly really. One moment she had been upright, and the next she lifted with a slight bounce and deflated like a broken balloon. "If they miss, will they repute my spleen?" Now, the child had melted into a small ball of worry and she looked quite ridiculous. Her lips were pulled into a worried little pout and her eyes were glistening with the thought of despair. Yes, glistened. Even the darker of emotions seemed to radiate a sort of silliness and light from Kona's mysterious eyes. It was also absent from her mind where her spleen was, what it did, or if she even needed it to function. However, she had heard the phrase "oh, my spleen" used often and she assumed it was something she would rather prefer not to utter.

It took the girl only a few minutes before she rose to a standard sitting position. "You won't cry will you? Or be jealous that Chris is getting under my clothes long before you will?" A smile slid onto her devious face with that last remark. An innocent giggle soon followed to free herself from any trouble. "If you like, we could have twin piercings." Despite the danger of distracting a driver, Kona slid her hand along Oliver's lower torso and brushed it gently in hopes that it might break a smile on his face. She had little clue if he was ticklish, but she was tickling and he damn well better laugh if he knew what was good for him. "Hm?" She smiled and retreated her hand only slightly. While it appeared she was day dreaming out of the window, she was really watching to see if he would take her hand or let it be. She wondered if he might be afraid to take hold of her hand. True, the two often bickered, but they must have realized it was a lover's quarrel they often found themselves by in now, right?

Wrong. The girl was quite stupid. There, it has been put out for the world to know. The little black haired beauty was oblivious to both of their feelings. All she knew was when she was with him, she felt the want to smile at almost every moment. So far today she had not stopped smiling once, but the day was young and the girl only came alive at night. The wonders and adventures that awaited the two were many. "Do you think I'll be able to talk after the monroe?" She paused knowing she had just entered some sort of trap, something like "I hope not", "If it hurts, I'll kiss your boo-boo", or something strange like that. "I'm sure the ice cream will feel nice against it, better than the salt wat-Oliver!" Kona suddenly whirled around in a quick movement of black hair. "Is today the day you want to learn to surf! The swells were wonderful when I checked this morning. Besides, the salt water is wonderful for my piercings! Your enormous awkward body will do well with my long board. Besides, it's free" She winked trying to seal the deal. She would teach the boy to surf. Her heart was set. "I'll buy you a bathing suit off the boardwalk? I'll need some sex wax too." However, before she could paused to explain that sex wax was for surf boards, she realized how terribly sexual that had sounded and turned a dark pink. She shut her mouth and turned away from him not able to look at him without blushing like a baby.

status , finished
tags , apollomatic
word count , 1106
notes ,teehee, and outfit is here.
credit , brookelle graphic belongs to the original owner and was editied by moi. the lyric graphics belong to their rightful owner and the graphic was made by tina.