Olivia's POV

Olivia stared at the object in front of her. Just stared. It didn't move. Didn't make a sound. She knelt beside it, listening for a sound. Nothing. Her fingers trailed down its length. They brushed lightly against the green grass below her bare, small feet. She wrapped her hand around the shaft of it, and ripped it up out of the ground. It was a beautiful tulip. It was bright yellow, and the only one of its kind in Olivia's garden. She stood up with creaky knees, and turned towards the large, peach house. She started to drag her feet through the too-long grass, reaching the light brown deck. It was that beautiful wood, the kind that made you want to sit down and stroke it. She stepped on the first step, her foot leaving the grass and connecting with a much smoother surface. She lifted her other foot, placing it on the step above the other foot. She looked up to see the only face she cared about anymore, the only reason for staying alive.

Her boyfriend, Kevin Aaron Jones.

Olivia smiled slightly, walking over to sit beside him in the middle of the deck. He lifted her into his lap, and she smiled softly. She looked at the tulip in her hands, spun it around a few times, and turned around. She lifted it so it was at level with Kevin's mouth, and he bit it and raised an eyebrow. Olivia laughed softly, moved the tulip, and leaned close to his face. Her long, straight, jet-black hair fell from her shoulders, and her silver eyes smothered him. He leaned closer, expecting a kiss. Olivia hopped up, and took the tulip with her into the house. Kevin chuckled for a moment, and looked up at the unreal sky. He stood up, and followed her into the house.

Olivia was kneeling beside her new tulip, looking at it with sad eyes. It had fallen from the counter, and a few petals had fallen off. She lifted her right hand on top of it, closed her eyes, and removed her hand. The tulip was back perfect again. She smiled, grabbed it, and stood up quickly. She banged her head against the table, and her plate of orange chicken and a glass vase both fell to the ground. She groaned loudly.

"Damn it." Olivia muttered, placing a hand over the glass vase. She hated doing vases. All the pieces would go into her hand for just a moment, just enough for them to sting badly, and then go back into the vase. She had knocked it down at least 3 times, but she kept repairing it. It was from her mom, who had disappeared one day. Olivia wasn't upset about it, but she needed something to remind her. Within seconds, the vase was brand new. She filled it up with water, and stuck the beautiful yellow tulip inside. She turned to the chicken, threw it away, then took the box, and restored the lost food. She could restore anything, except memories and lives. She could also teleport the house her and Kevin lived in to anywhere she wanted.

Olivia and Kevin always left their doors unlocked, knowing no one would find them. And if they did, Olivia would move the house 20 miles away, just like that.

"Baby, are you ready?" Kevin asked from behind Olivia. She flinched; she had forgotten all about her promise to Kevin. Not. She had carefully been avoiding the topic all day, but now, there was no avoiding it. She had promised to sleep with him. Promised. And he loved her. It would be okay, right? They were both virgins.

"Just…just give me like, an hour or two?" Olivia said. She glanced at the clock. 2:13 pm. "Yea. An hour or two." She repeated.

"Okay. Just tell me when." Kevin said. He jogged upstairs, and Olivia soon heard the sound of water running. Shower, she thought. She sighed, and went in the basement, coming back up with a sharp wooden thick and rectangular stick. She went back upstairs to the main floor in the dining room, and began acting like she was in a battle, swishing it this way and that.

Diana's POV

"I swear Caine, if this place is fake, so help me, I will kill myself. And don't try to save me." Diana said, trudging through the murky creek. She was soon face to face with Caine, his face angry.

"Don't threaten me Diana." Caine said. He turned and kept walking ahead. This time, he only had taken Diana with him on his journey. They were two peas in a pot. No Bug. No Penny. Diana and Caine. She was the only one he could trust, and vice versa. Diana rolled her eyes, and slipped and fell in the shallow creek. The dirty water splashed all over her, and she groaned. Caine turned, saw her down, and laughed slightly. He helped her up without using physical contact, and on they trudged. Diana shook her hair out, and Caine found the act mesmerizing. He stared at her, completely indulged. Diana looked up, and saw him staring at her. She glared back at him.

"What?" She said coldly. She wrung part of her shirt out, and kept walking. Caine just sighed, and followed behind. Diana gasped, and soon, he and Diana were on the ground, hiding. Caine was about to speak, but she shushed him quickly.

"Look." Diana whispered, grabbing his face and turning it forward. He saw it then. The unmistakable house about 20 feet away. Caine got an idea, and pushed Diana slightly.

"Cut it out!" Diana whispered harshly at him, nudging him back none to gently.

"Shut up Diana. Just shut up and listen. You're going to go in there. You'r-"

"No, I'm not." Diana argued. She felt the sharp sting of Caine's slap. Her hand automatically fluttered to her face, and she turned to Caine. His face was angry, and out of control. Diana knew she should be quiet, or she would go flying through the air.

"I said shut up and listen. You're going in there. Sneak in. Talk to the first person you see in there. Make friends. Then tell them, you mean no harm, and read him or her. Then you tell them about me, they let me in, bam." Caine said. Diana considered this. It wasn't a stupid idea. If it was a guy, it wouldn't be hard. Girls could be more difficult though.

"Fine." Diana agreed, a bitchy tone seeping into her voice. She stood up, walked right up to the front door, and pushed it open, no struggle. She looked around, and heard a noise. It sounded like someone was beating someone else up.
"Ha. Hiiiiya! Oh! Whooshaa!" Diana heard. It sounded like a female voice. Diana followed the sound, and saw a girl, the back of a girl. She was swinging a wooden stick around, acting like she was in war. Diana chuckled, and then frowned. She took the back of the girl in. She was clearly pretty. She had long, dark hair, olive skin, and a beautiful body for her age. The girl heard Diana's entrance, and turned around, stick still in hand. She walked up to Diana, and held the stick with a shaky hand against Diana's chest. Diana didn't even flinch.

"Who…who are you?" The girl asked. Diana's frown lessened. It deepened again, because, well, this girl was gorgeous. Clearly getting enough to eat, not fat, but she had a gorgeous skin tone, and silver eyes. Silver. Totally unfair.

"Me? I'm Diana." Diana spoke, holding her hand out. Before the girl could accept it, Diana pushed the stick to the ground and grabbed her hand. 4 bar. Diana gasped, and released the girl. She smirked her old smirk, and leaned against the doorway, clicking her tongue.

"Well, well, well. Someone's got some kind of…well… talent, don't we?" Diana said. The girl stopped breathing.

"How…how do you know about that? And I'm Olivia." She said, voice shaking.

"I know that because when I hold peoples' hands, I can tell how many bars there powers are. Some people have none, some people have 4. You, my boyfriend, and this guy named Sam are the only 4 bars I've found. Interesting. So, what can you do?" Diana asked, one eyebrow raised. The girl relaxed, and shifted from foot to foot. Small feet too, Diana noted.

"I can restore things. Food, broken objects, almost anything. Except lives and memories. And phone service. Trust me, I tried." The girl said, chuckling. Diana froze at the words 'restore…food.' She quickly grabbed the girls' shoulders, shaking her slightly.

"You can restore food?" Diana said. The girl looked very frightened at Diana's action.

"Yes! I just said that didn't I?" Olivia said. She tore Diana's hands off of her shoulders, rolling them.

"I'm going to go get someone. Stay. Here. He's not a guy you want to mess with. He's the other 4 bar I told you about." Diana said. Olivia nodded feverishly. Diana busted through the front yard, and snatched Caine up.

"She can restore food!" Diana said happily to him, dragging him into the house. She drug him to Olivia, and she froze. There was a guy beside Olivia now, a hand on her waist. Hot, Diana noted. Olivia noticed Diana's companion, then remembered her own.

Olivia/Diana POV

"Oh, how rude of me." Olivia said, motioning to Kevin. He stared at them incredulously. He didn't trust them, she could tell. She pressed closer to Kevin, and she felt him relax a little.

"Diana, this is Kevin. Kevin, Diana. I'm sorry, but I don't know you." Olivia said to the strange boy with Diana. He was cute, but he was so skinny. Just like Diana.

"I'm Caine. And you are?" Caine asked, eying Olivia.

"Olivia. Nice to meet you." She said. Before he could respond, Olivia blurted out her the questions she had been holding back. "Are you guys eating? Caine, what can you do that makes you a four bar?" Olivia blurted. She blushed her soft pink blush, and Kevin pulled her even closer. She snuggled into his side, finding her happy place.

Diana rolled her eyes, knowing Caine would demonstrate his stupid power instead of just saying it.

"Not very much." Caine said, replying to her first question. "And watch." Caine said, smiling. He raised both hands, aimed them towards a stack of books on the table, and lifted them up from a distance. He twirled them around, and Olivia looked at them in a trace, mouth hanging open. Diana rolled her eyes, and Caine just chuckled. He tossed the books on the other side of the room, picked them back up, and placed them back on the table.

"I can also do that with people." Caine said, his eyes darkening. Olivia shuddered, and then looked at his and Diana's size again.

"You want something to eat?" Olivia asked, still snuggled into Kevin's chest. She then remembered her promise to Kevin, and she almost started kissing Diana and Caine. They had made the big moment between her and Kevin delayed. YES! Olivia thought. Caine and Diana nodded feverishly, and Olivia led them into the kitchen.

Orange. Chicken. There was orange chicken and fried rice on the table. Diana lurched at the chicken, and Caine went after the rice. Both plates were finished within seconds, and Caine smiled big. He turned to Olivia, who was looking at them with shocked faces, the way they had both wolfed down the food.

"We have everything and anything you think of. Ice cream, sandwiches, anything." Olivia answered, fridge still open.

~X~

3 hours later, Caine and Diana were stuffed. They had eaten until they could eat no more, and already, they were returning to their normal shapes. Diana's cheeks weren't hollow, and her legs weren't sticks. Neither were her arms. Just like Caine. Also, within those three hours, Caine and Diana had become best friends with Olivia and Kevin. They had all but begged Caine and Diana to live with them, they were so lonely. They accepted happily, and they were both taking showers in separate showers now. Olivia had restored electricity there, also. Olivia gave Diana some clothes to wear, and some makeup. Kevin and Caine had shared clothes too, and joked around. Diana had to sleep in the same bed with Caine, which she didn't mind. She hadn't had a good meal in ages, and after that, nothing could bring her high down. She took her shorts off, and slipped an oversized white t-shirt over her long hair. He put both hands on her bare neck, and flipped her hair from outside of the shirt.

Caine walked over behind Diana, took her waist, spun her around, and kissed her deeply. Her mouth tasted of the toothpaste she had just used, and she surprisingly kissed her back. He lifter her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pressed her back to the wall, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, mingling his tongue with hers. She then pulled away, and laughed.

"Goodnight, Caine Soren, ex-leader of the FAYZ." Diana said, her old attitude returning. She pushed Caine off, went to her side of the bed, flicked the light switch off, and fell asleep. Her dark hair was in a messy array on the pillow, and Caine went beside her on the bed. He flicked the small nightstand light off, and slid under the covers next to her. He curled up behind her, and she didn't push him off. They fell asleep together, both smiling.

Olivia loved that she had company. She wouldn't feel so compelled to have sex with Kevin. She had made him sleep a little further away from her on the bed. She needed to consider how she was going to do this. She loved Kevin. And she had totally played him.

"Kevin?" Olivia whispered.

"Yea?" Kevin whispered back.

"Cuddle with me?" Olivia offered, a smile in her voice. Kevin chuckled, and wrapped his soft and muscular arms around her shoulders, snuggling his body to hers. She exhaled, and smiled.

"I love you Kevin. You know that right? And when we're both ready, it will happen. And it will be perfect. Absolutely perfect." Olivia whispered. Kevin didn't reply, but kissed the nape of her neck. And they fell asleep.