A/N Ok, so this is my first Little Miss Sunshine fic, and also my first M rated fic, it is mainly for language, but also for some sexual content and derogatory remarks, now remember, some of the things that the characters say to each other are mean, that is NOT my own personal feelings, I love everyone, lol. (I said that because one of my friends thought I was gay bashing at the end of the chapter, and I'm totally not)

Love,

Havah

Dwayne was waiting for Olive while she had her tennis camp on the far court at the tennis club where she was playing. He sighed and sat down on the deserted bench, looking out of the glass window to watch her play. After about a minute his eyes surveyed the other players on the courts from the back to the front, and finally fell on the court directly in front of his face. While the other courts were virtually empty, or boring, this one was different. Two people were playing on it, a girl who looked about 16, about his age, and a woman who looked to be her mother. The mother served the ball hard and fast, the girl missed it. She turned her back to her mother and cursed a curse that only Dwayne saw, seeing no reaction from her mother, he realized that she had solely mouthed the word, not actually spoken it. Reading lips was one of Dwayne's stronger suits, his whole life he had been capable of it, and talented with it. He continued to focus his gaze upon the two, watching the girls every movement, and reading her every word, mostly about the game. She swore to herself when she messed up, and smiled when she got a hit in.

The girl whacked the ball a bit too hard, and it went out. Fuck she mouthed quietly. Her mom picked up the ball and served it to her. This time she returned it no problem. They played out the point, and she won. "I'm going to go get some water, ok?" The girls mom walked off of the court, and the girl went to the line to practice her serves. After a second she looked at the bench behind the glass where viewers sat, and saw only an unfamiliar boy with black hair looking out of the viewing window.

"God damnit, he's not here…again. Why am I even going out with him? He was supposed to be here at the beginning. I'll bet he has no excuse." She spoke to no one particular, then whacked the ball far too hard. Dwayne couldn't help but to wonder where this guy was that was supposedly her boyfriend. The mom came back, and the game went on.

A boy burst into the Tennis hall, and walked quickly over to the viewing area where he promptly sat down as far away from Dwayne as possible. His eyes focused on the match that the girl and her mom were playing. Dwayne saw the girl look up, her eyes rested on the boy. She muttered "that jackass" under her breath and went back to her game, but not before her eyes flitted over and rested momentarily on Dwayne. She smiled at him. The boy stood and walked over to Dwayne. He sat down right next to Dwayne, and then turned to face him. "Are you scamming on my girl?" Dwayne turned to the boy, a look of disdain on his face.

"Why the fuck would I be doing that?"

"I don't know, but you are staring at her pretty intensely." Dwayne thought: I can't believe this is happening, this guy is so full of shit. He looked away. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" The boy tapped Dwayne's shoulder. "Hey seriously, I really like her, I'm not here to start trouble, I'm just here to watch."

"Yeah? Well why are you so late than?" Dwayne turned again to face the boy.

"What? I'm not late!"

"Yes you are. You were supposed to be her for the entire match, and it's at least half way over now." The boy looked mildly startled.

"Hey, how did you know that? Were you talking to Melanie before she started playing?" The boy was starting to get angry again.

"No. Lip reading. Don't ask." Dwayne got up to go sit somewhere else, as this boy was bothering him, but before he got too far, he was stopped by the boys hand on his shoulder.

"Damnit, wait, can you help me?" Dwayne shook the boy off.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you are an asshole, I don't help assholes. Actually I don't really help anyone."

"What about your friends?" Dwayne looked at the boy, wanting to punch him in the face.

"No friends," he replied shortly. The boy looked at the girl on the courts again, his glance caught hers and she glared at him.

"Ok, let me try again. I'm Cody, that's Melanie," he gestured towards the girl. "She's my girlfriend."

"No shit."

"I am afraid that I am going to lose her because I have fucked up a lot this year. I cheated a couple of times, and she says I have a wandering eye, and that I'm narcissistic and self centered." Cody continued, ignoring Dwayne's comment. "I don't know how to deal with her, I don't know how to read her emotions, her body language, or, and this is where you could help, her lips." Cody smiled. "She talked to herself when ever she plays tennis. I want you to tell me what she's saying, and help me with her."

"What the fuck? I know nothing about girls, and I see absolutely no reason at all to help you anyway. Ever." Dwayne started walking away for the third time.

"Wait, I can pay you. $200 a week if you come every day to her daily match with her mom and tell me what she's saying and help me figure out a game plan." Dwayne stopped walking and slowly turned. He knew his family needed the money after his father lost the book deal.

"$500 or no go." Dwayne knew he was pushing it, but if this guy was as loaded as he seemed, it wouldn't be a problem for him.

"Done," Cody said after a minute of thinking. Then he put out his hand. Dwayne hesitantly shook it. "What's your name?"

"Dwayne."

"Ok Dwayne, here are some of the rules: please don't talk to Melanie, ever, she can't know what I'm doing, and I want her to think that it's me changing, not me pretending to change. Please be right here at 2 o'clock every day, and don't be late." Dwayne nodded his agreement and started walking away. He turned back momentarily.

"Oh, and by the way, she called you a jackass so you might want to work on that," he said casually over his shoulder. Then he walked on, already hating this guy. Why would he play around with other girls if he was really so in love with this one? What a fucking jackass, paying a guy to tell him what she's thinking. He walked to the doors that led to the court and sat on the floor waiting for Olive to finish and come out. About an hour and 400 push ups and sit ups later, she finally did.

They started walking in silence. Even though Dwayne was speaking again, he had times, especially after a long conversation, or one that made him angry, where he didn't like to talk. It was because of times like these that he still carried his notepad and a pen with him at all times. Even when he wasn't using it, it was a small comfort to him knowing that he could fall back in to the solace of silence whenever he needed to. Now he pulled the notepad from his back pocket and started scrawling a note to his sister. HOW WAS CLASS?

"It's camp, and it was good," she smiled, but it didn't seem real. THEN WHY DO YOU SEEM UPSET? Olive sighed.

"Because of you. You talk now, sure, but you are still upset, really upset. You have no friends, and the only thing that you have to do all day every day in the middle of the summer is walk me to tennis camp, wait for three hours at the tennis courts, and then walk home with me. As much as I love that, it's wrong for someone your age." Dwayne didn't know what to say, so they walked in silence again. "You know, you're nice when you aren't hating the world, you could have friends if you wanted too, but you-," Olive was cut off.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T WANT FRIENDS OLIVE. I STILL HATE EVERYONE! JUST BECAUSE I'M TALKING AGAIN DOES NOT MEAN THAT MY COMPLETE OUTLOOK ON THE WORLD AND LIFE HAS CHANGED. SEE?" he tugged a chunk of his hair, "still black." Dwayne took a deep breath, his faced burned red from yelling. Olive looked crushed. Small tears started rolling down her cheeks and she ran from him. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath and began chasing after her. His long legs and athletic build allowed him to catch her almost right away. "Olive, look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that I hate you. If I hated you would I have gotten on stage with you and mom and dad and Frank and started dancing around like a maniac?"

"I don't know, would you?" Olive turned around and hugged her brother tightly, her arms reaching only just above his waist. He reached down and picked her up.

"Come on, I'm sorry." He swung her around and onto his back and continued walking.

"Dwayne, please don't stop talking again. I missed you." Olive tightened her arms around his neck, almost choking him with affection. "I love you Dwayne."

"Yeah Olive, I know. I love you too, it's just that sometimes I don't know how to show it very well, as you know. Now if you don't mind, you're choking me." Olive loosened her grip around his neck and kissed the top of his head. He smiled and hoisted her a little higher, knowing that she was the only person that he had always cared about in his family. At times he had hated everyone else, but never Olive.

"Where the hell have you two been?" asked their mom as they walked in the door.

"Sorry. We had a slight altercation on the way home, but it's ok now," Dwayne said as he let Olive slide down his back. He walked to the back end of the house towards the room that he shared with Uncle Frank. "Fuck" he said as he walked in.

"What is it this time?" asked Uncle Frank.

"I made Olive cry." Dwayne flopped down on his bed and kicked off his shoes.

"Well I guess you can't always be nice, it's not in your nature."

"Thanks for the words of encouragement." Dwayne closed his eyes to blink back a single tear. When he opened his eyes, his gaze fell on the poster above his bed from the Air Force. He stood and tore it down angrily. Six days ago he thought that his dream was within his reach, now it was just that, chimerical, just a fantasy. He walked up to his wall and slammed his fist hard against it until it started bleeding freely.

"Still upset I see, I know what it's like to have your dreams stolen right out from under you by a Proust- I mean I know what it's like to have your dreams crushed." Uncle Franks moved to sit next to where Dwayne had just collapsed on his bed. He put his hand on Dwayne's shoulder.

"Don't fucking touch me." Dwayne pulled away quickly.

"You know that's your problem Dwayne."

"You don't have any clue about my problems. What the fuck do you think is my problem?" Dwayne folded his arms across his chest and glared at his uncle.

"You won't get close to anyone, you won't let anyone touch you or comfort you except for Olive. You push everyone away. You see, I didn't feel loved, and I tried to kill myself. You are afraid to feel loved, so you reject all of the people that may care for you, and the ones you care for, except for your sister." Frank blinked.

"Don't pretend to be my shrink, you're lucky to even be here."

"Remember, I failed to kill myself, I didn't want to be here, meaning I wasn't lucky but now I am."

"Now you want to be here?"

"Yeah."

"Why? Why would you want to be here with your sister and her fucking demented family?"

"Because I think that we can help each other. You see I figure you and I are kind of in the same boat. We have both had our dreams taken from us, we both push love away because we are afraid, and neither of us have ever fucked a woman," Frank said nonchalantly.

"Speak for yourself fag."