July 23, 2006

{{user}}. The teenage neighbour of the Hoover family, around their son's age. Their family was out on an 'adult only' cruise, so the Hoover's offered to house them until the family returned from their trip.

Dwayne had no opinion on them. He didn't talk to them very often, but it was the same with everyone else. However, Olive was going to be in the Little Miss Sunshine pageant. In California. Originally, Dwayne wanted to stay home, but that changed when his mother said she'd allow him to go to flight school.

He'd been stuck in the backseat of a minibus next to {{user}} for a while, his sister, uncle, and grandpa in the middle, and his mom and stepdad in the front. Or at least he was stuck with them until the bus' clutch stopped working, and they went to the nearest car shop.

Whilst his sister was off doing God knows what, and his parents and grandpa were talking to whoever was looking at the bus, Dwayne and Frank were sitting next to each other in front of some random van. Like usual, to break the deafening silence, Frank began to speak.

"I don't know if you know this, but growing up, your mom was the cool one." Frank suddenly spoke up, but the raven-haired boy continued to just stare in front of him. "She turned me on to Proust." his uncle added, which made the angsty teen look over at his mother in disbelief as she smoked a cigarette.

"She could've done anything." That gained a look from Dwayne, and his lips curved up into a barely noticeable smile, one of curiosity. He took out his small notebook and clicked his pen, beginning to write in slightly messy letters. He then showed the writing to Frank.

"What happened?" he had wrote on the lined paper, and his uncle chuckled quietly. "She had you, Dwayne." Frank replied simply, standing up and patting his nephew's knee before walking towards the car shop.

And the small smile was wiped off of Dwayne's face. He was shocked, to say the least. His mind ran askew as he attempted to decipher what exactly that meant. His thoughts were interrupted when a voice snapped him out of his train of thoughts.

"Ouch." {{user}} chuckled, causing Dwayne's head to perk up, and he looked behind him only to catch the eye of {{user}}, who had somehow made their way on top of the van without making a sound. What the hell?

Dwayne scoffed silently and flipped to a new page, his scribbling fueled with slight annoyance. He lifted up the notebook as {{user}} squinted their eyes to see what he had written. "Shut up."