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"Now that I think about it," Koemi informed her mirror worriedly. "I don't think either of them know where I live."

"Either of who?" Hua poked her head into Koemi's bathroom. She had long, shiny black hair that was somehow always styled perfectly.

Koemi yelped. "Hua! How long have you been standing outside the door?"

Hua wiggled her thin brows suggestively before hoisting herself up onto the counter. "So, you're getting fancied up. Who's the lucky guy?"

"It's just a friend," Koemi scowled, brushing through her hair.

"You are not wearing your hair that way." Kazumi's fiancé took the brush and smacked her hands with it. "How about this…" She attacked the younger girl with the brush and a curling iron. A laborious thirty minutes of whining and protests later, Koemi was had a fancy up-do. The gently curls were piled on her head, just a few strands loosely framing her face.

"It's just a dinner date!" Koemi wailed, knowing full well that she wouldn't be able to get the fifty plus bobby pins off her scalp by five.

"You look so pretty," Hua beamed, disappearing into Koemi's room. "Now to find a respectable but slightly provocative outfit…"

"NO! The half-Japanese girl stumbled after the full Chinese woman. "We're just friends! I don't want to make things awkward!"

Hua had disappeared into her closet already. Disapproved clothes were flung to the ground and candidates were tossed onto the bed. "Alrighty," the chocolate-eyed woman reappeared and examined Koemi. Stepping forward, she began to tear off the girl's clothes. "You can't wear this!"

"KAZUMI! SAVE ME!" Koemi screamed, realizing that there was no way out. When Hua got like this, she was like a shark that smelled blood in the water. It was dangerous. There was no stopping her frenzies.

There was the slam of a door and two pairs of footsteps. "WHAT IS IT?" Said brother pushed through her bedroom door and braced himself for attack.

Behind him was none other than Oliver, whom raised his eyebrows at the scene that had unfurled before him.

A pregnant Chinese woman was straddling Koemi, whom had squirmed onto her stomach in an attempt to claw away. Most of Koemi's clothes had been discarded, but enough remained that she wasn't completely naked.

Hua grinned up at Kazumi. "Hello sweetie! I'd love to brush your hair."

Kazumi backed up, nearly plowing into Oliver. "No way."

Hua pouted and twirled a strand of her wavy hair around her finger idly. "Who's your friend?"

"Fetus face, you gotta save me," Koemi hissed. "This woman is hormonal and crazy."

Hua's eyes darted between the two teens before she beamed. "You're here for Koemi! I like your shirt… but…"

Koemi's eyes widened with horror. "OLIVER RUN!"

All Oliver saw was a blur before he was in a different bedroom.

"HUUUA!" Koemi's hastily dressed herself in the outfit Hua had tried to force on her and crawled into the hallway.

"I love men," the woman reappeared. "They're so convenient to play with."

Oliver was towed behind her, wearing some of Kazumi's old clothes. It was evident that he was mortified. Now he was wearing blue and lighter blue striped shirt with a dark white jacket. His jeans were dark, nearly black. Regardless, they fit him surprisingly well. It was casual, yet attractive.

Before anything else could happen to the pair of teens, Koemi snatched Oliver's hand and sprinted to the door. "Hurry!" she darted out of the small condo.

Oliver began to laugh. "She dressed you completely impractically."

It was true. All she had was a sleeveless v-neck black and gray shirt with a sleeveless red vest. A drop of rain fell from the overcast sky.

"She plotted this," Koemi gasped. "That sneaky, sneaky woman."

Oliver smirked and drew his arm around her shoulders. "The restaurant is just down the street."

Koemi's face turned pink and she squirmed. "I'm getting the feeling you were in on this."

"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth," he responded cheekily, turning the corner and avoiding a puddle.

Koemi pinched his arm. "You're stupid." She announced, shivering as the rain sprinkled down on them. "It'll take me weeks to wash the smell of fetus out of my hair."

"I hope so." They pushed through the doors to a small hole in the wall café. It was warm and cozy.

The manager of the place was an old, hearty woman. "Welcome back, Noll." She had the raspy voice of long time smoker. "Who's the victim this time?"

Koemi distanced herself from him and wiped the moisture off her arms. "Some may call you a player, or a flirt. Possibly even a heart-throb."

He looked at her, knowing there was more to what she was saying.

"But I, dear Naru, think you are a man whore."

The old lady burst into a fit of laughter, leading them to a little corner table. "Something tells me it'll be a challenge for ya' this time."

Koemi evaluated both of their expressions before deciding she was missing something. Shrugging, she settled in the booth and decided it wasn't worth asking.

Once they were alone, Oliver placed his elbows on the table and leaned forward. "What does it feel like being the most beautiful girl in this room?"

Pick up lines… seriously? Koemi deadpanned and tried to recall the other women. It wasn't very busy. "Charmed, I'm sure."

Oliver snickered as if what he said were hilarious, but then looked into her eyes with his own calm ones. "If looks could kill you would be a weapon of mass destruction."

"That could technically be a bad thing," she leaned forward.

"Do you have a map? I just keep getting lost in your eyes." He leaned closer.

Koemi sighed and cracker her knuckles. "I didn't know you knew so many pick up lines, Oliver. You didn't strike me as that kind of guy."

He just smirked. "You're so sweet you're giving me a toothache."

"You've got something on your chest," Koemi commented. As he was about to look down, she continued, "My eyes."

Oliver's smirk grew. "Hey, I just realized this, but you look a lot like my next girlfriend."

"Life without you is like a broken pencil." Koemi leaned forward onto the table as well. "Pointless."

"I think you have something in your eye," he reached forward and cupped her face with his hand, running his thumb across her cheek. "Oh, wait. It was just a sparkle."

Koemi's face flushed, much to his amusement, but she continued. "I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away."

"Yeah. I could practice on you, just to make sure." Oliver's devious smirk only continued to grow the more he thought he was winning.

"Dream big," she scoffed, opening the menu and hiding her face behind it.

Oliver turned and gave thumbs up to Lainey.

The old short woman scowled. "This bet we have is going to make me go bankrupt."

Oliver leaned his hand on his face and waited until Koemi settled on a cheap fish and chips tray. "You really do look nice."

"You don't clean up too bad yourself," she replied.

"I'm bringing sexy back. Them other boys don't know how to act. I think it's special what's behind your back, so turn around and I'll pick up the slack. Take 'em to the bridge!"

Koemi's expression dropped to mortification as she dug through her bag to search out her cell phone.

"Dirty babe. You see these shackles? Baby, I'm your slave. I'll let you whip me if I misbehave. It's just that no one makes me feel this way."

"David," she quietly roared as she flipped the plastic open.

"Hey baby girl!" He sang. "I need to know. What colors do you want our wedding to be?"

Koemi's face was no longer murderous, but bewildered. "We're getting married?"

Oliver raised a critical eyebrow.

"Yeah!" David chimed. "You're going to wear a one-strap white dress that has a strap made of roses and the dress will be really flattering and then there's going to be a long train! I've drawn a picture! I'll be wearing a traditional yet sexy tux with a bow tie. What colors should the flowers be?"

"Is that David?" Oliver asked mirthfully.

"Was that Oliver?" The older teen demanded. "What is he doing to you? Should I come save my beautiful virgin bride?"

"There're so many things I could say to that." Koemi shook her head, cradling her forehead in her palm.

Oliver scooted closer to her, taking advantage of the distraction. "You taste so good, Koemi."

Koemi gave him a suspicious look over. It looked like wicked, wicked amusement. "Nng," she gasped, holding the phone slightly away from her mouth. "Stop it! I don't want—."

Oliver placed the phone on the table and grunted. "You don't know what you want." He ended the call and the two burst out laughing.

"He's probably going to have an aneurysm." She giggled.

"That's what he gets for interrupting our date," Oliver shrugged, still chuckling slightly. "It's hard to say I'll get a second one."

"Who knows? Life is full of surprises." Koemi hummed, trying to edge away from him.

Oliver saw what she was doing but wrapped his arm around her waist and grinned.

"I used to think you were calm and reserved," she accused as a young waitress came up. "But now I see how perverted you are…"

"Howdy, my name is Eliza," the waitress leaned forward on the table, both palms flat. It left them with a view of her ample chest. "You're my first customers. What can I get you to drink?" The young woman had an American accent.

Koemi tore her gaze from the revealing lumps of flesh, disgusted and offended. Half of her wanted to answer 'got milk?', just for the hell of it, but she promptly ordered water.

Oliver nodded with agreement.

"Is that all?" Eliza pouted. "No soda?"

"Err…well…I guess I could try a cola." Koemi settled.

"Great." Eliza smiled flirtatiously at Oliver before walking away with swinging hips.

Oliver returned to trying to bring Koemi closer, laughing at her struggles.

"Oliverrrrr," she whined, leaning up against him. "You're going to end up being a rapist."

"You're not mad though," he commented, feeling her cold arms under his hands.

"That's not true," she scowled and looked at the flickering candle at the center of the table.

"We both know that you could fight me off if you wanted to," he rubbed her arm. "Anyways, you're freezing."

"I'm fine," she protested.

Oliver worked his way out of his jacket and slung it across Koemi's shoulders. "Gene will give me hell if I get you sick." He said.

"Here ya' go!" Eliza slid the drinks across the table and smiled at Oliver. Koemi watched a few bubbles rise to the surface before the drink calmed. I love bubbles.

Oliver wrapped his arms around her possessively as she sipped her soft-drink. "So, how did you know it was me and not my brother?"

"You ran your fingers through your hair." She answered, wiggling under his touch. "Plus you have more calculating eyes than he does."

"You already know our habits?" Oliver raised his eyebrows. "We've barely known each other for the weekend."

"You learn a lot about a person when they hold you captive in their house," was her wise answer.

Oliver smiled. "I guess so."

"Why did you come instead of your brother?" She asked in return.

"He's sick." Oliver replied. "He told me to cancel…"

"He doesn't know we're here?" Koemi peered up at him with horror. "That's so mean, Oliver!"

"KOEMI!" The rain pouring outside was amplified as the door flew open, cutting off Oliver's response. "KOEMI WALKER. I'M HERE TO SAVE YOU."

Oliver's eyebrow twitched as he recognized David's voice.

"This…was unexpected." Koemi decided after a pause.

The sopping wet teen ran to the center of the room, but didn't see the round little corner booth. After a moment, he ran back outside. "KOEMI!"

"Once, you called me a name. And I returned the favor. But you are my best friend. Forever." Oliver's phone went off.

Oliver frowned and answered. "Yes?"

"WHERE'S KOEMI, YOU BASTARD? I'LL KILL YOU IF YOU TOUCH HER!"

It was Koemi's turn to raise her eyebrow.

"Relax, Dave." Oliver began. "Nothing happened."

Koemi took another drink of her soda and watched the phone conversation.

"She's my bride," David hissed. "Miiiine."

"I'd tap that," Koemi heard Eliza purr from the bar. "Mmmhm. He is fine."

Another waitress was critically eyeing the top-heavy blond. "Oliver? He's here with a different girl every week, I swear. He and Lainey have a bet going that if he can get the girl to kiss him, he doesn't have to pay."

"Mmm. He should come talk to me. That girl's cute, but he needs a woman." Eliza sighed. "I'd suck hi—."

Koemi stood abruptly. "I have to go to the bathroom," she announced. It wasn't hard to find the little, single bathroom. Once in, she leaned against the wall. What if he only brought me so he would get free dinner?

But then why would he flirt with me so much?

Because he needs me to kiss him. Willingly.

But he lied to his brother about canceling our date and came with me. He must be interested.

Why the hell do you care? He's a fetus face. You don't need him.

Why the hell do you keep worrying? It's just a date. Chill, girl.

She washed her hands before leaving. What she found was Eliza straddling a very uncomfortable Oliver.

"Get a room, you two." Koemi plopped down across from him. "There's people eating."

"Mmm, too bad." Eliza pulled away reluctantly and stalked away. "Call me, lover boy."

Oliver scowled and wiped at his hand. Inked on with a pen was Eliza's number.

Koemi was at war with herself. Suddenly, she leaned across the table and pressed her lips to his.

Oliver stared at her with wide eyes. Although her eyes were squeezed closed, he could see the fierce determination on her face. Relaxing, he pulled away and pulled her close, getting rid of the empty air between their bodies.

"God damn it," Lainey snapped sourly. "Going to have to close. People will ask why and I'll have to tell them a kid was kissing all these girls."

"What was that?" Oliver asked her.

"Spontaneous." She answered, grateful of the arrival of the food. He must have ordered for them both while she was in the bathroom.

"I'd say."

"Thanks for the date, Naru." They stood outside her condo. The rain was falling heavily, freezing cold in the cool night air.

"I hope that's not the last," he answered with a smirk.

"Me too," she was a step above him, making her just a bit taller. "That was a lot of fun. Try not to be murdered by David on your way home."

"I can handle him," Oliver smiled.

"You're all wet," she told him, pushing at the door.

"NO." A muffled voice came from inside.

Koemi wiggled the handle to no avail. Hua had the two locked out.

"WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?" Koemi screeched, kicking the wooden door.

"NO."

"STUBBORN BASTARD!" She turned back to Oliver and scowled. "We're locked out."

"You're locked out," he corrected her. "I'm just trying to get you home safely."

"Excuse me," she moved to go around him. Just below, hidden under the bush, was the fake rock with the extra key Koemi ordered when she was stuck in the exact same situation with a less desirable date. Instead, she lost her footing on the slippery concrete.

Oliver caught her around the waist and peered up at her. She looked amazed and frightened by the fall. He tilted his head and pressed his lips to hers.

Gently, she kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck. Despite her hot temper and cruel personality, she was a surprisingly shy kisser.

"NOOO!" The door flew open to reveal Kazumi. "MY CUTE, INNOCENT BABY SISTER!"

Koemi searched Oliver's eyes, not moving. Oliver smiled a genuine smile before helping her regain her balance. "You're surprisingly heavy." He told her.

"YOU BASTARD!" Koemi roared. Kazumi caught her arms and dragged her inside. "THAT ISN'T SOMETHING YOU SAY TO A GIRL THAT YOU WANT A SECOND DATE WITH!"

The heavy door closed, and Oliver burst out laughing. "Cute."

Inside, Koemi was furious. "Heavy." She repeated bitterly. "What a jerk. I should have known he couldn't be nice."

Hua smiled to herself, settling on the couch and cradling her growing belly. "It was the same with us, huh."

Kazumi grinned. "You were so mean to me all the time. I don't think I was ever as mad at anyone as I was at you."

"Yeah." Hua laughed fondly. "You would always scream at me to leave you alone, and run away. Koemi is so much like you."

"Yeah," Kazumi agreed. "Maybe Oliver is her Hua."

"That…doesn't work." Hua said.

"I don't want him to be. Kissing her on the first date…on my step…" Kazumi clenched a fist. "He's a bastard."

"Oh calm down." Hua leaned her head against his shoulder. "You know we kissed on the first date too."

"Yeah, but this is different. If he breaks her heart, I'll kill him." Kazumi vowed solemnly.

"You're all talk, pup." Hua teased. "I think they could be very happy together. We just…have to give him the chance to prove it to her. Breaking down her walls is hard. She hated my guts at first."

"I think she's still afraid of you."

"She's like the little sister I always wanted now," Hua continued. "I'm glad to see she's rejecting Oliver so much. It means they'll last."

"Why do you say that?" Kazumi inquired.

"Koemi loves a challenge."