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Dwayne stared at his uncle in awe, his mouth hanging open a mile long in a great sense of shock. "You- you, um, uh, I," Dwayne stammered, unable to string together a fully functioning sentence.

"Yes Dwayne, I saw you two," said Frank, smiling at the look of terror and shock on his nephews face, "and I would like to congratulate you on finally doing something that comes normally to teenagers. I was beginning to wonder if you would ever get a life."

"So you're not going to tell anyone?" asked Dwayne.

"No, well, not as long as you two keep it vertical. Olive's grandpa is a liar, sex before college is never a good plan, well, unless you're positive you are in love, but if that happens, you didn't hear it from me.:

"Huh, that's funny, I've always heard no sex before marriage," joked Dwayne. "Besides, it's not gonna happen again, it was an accident, we don't have any feelings for each other or anything, we just go caught up in the moment."

"Well, I dunno if she has feelings for you, but you definitely have feelings for her."

"Ok, now you've lost me. What the fuck are you talking about?" Dwayne looked at his uncle in confusion.

"You didn't think I'd noticed Dwayne? Wow! I thought for sure you wouldn't think no one would notice!"

"Uh, notice what?"

"You've started brushing your hair," Frank stated matter of fact-ly.

"What? That's bullshit! Why would I do that?" Dwayne defended him self.

"You're brushing your hair because you want to look slightly more presentable, and you probably thought that something so small would pass undetected inside the family.

"You have no proof!" said Dwayne, indignation lacing his voice as his uncle stared at him.

"I don't? Well what about the hairbrush that you have hidden underneath your pillow?"

"I don't have a hairbrush hidden underneath my pillow! You are so full of shit!" said Dwayne, annoyed.

"Then you surely wouldn't have any problems with me checking." Frank started to move towards their room. Unfortunately for him, he didn't get too far. Dwayne ran at him, and tackled him to the ground, then he stood up and ran to the room. He lay down on his bed, pressing his head against the pillow. Frank ran in quickly and looked down at Dwayne, he opened his mouth to speak to his nephew, but he didn't get the chance.

"Is everything ok?" Sarah ran into the room, her face flushed. "I heard a loud thump, and I wanted to make sure everything was ok."

"Oh, that was me, sorry, I dropped Swann's Way," said Frank. "It's a heavy book, made a loud noise."

"Oh, ok. Dwayne, are you feeling ok?" asked Sarah.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, why?"

"Well, you're lying down and you have a strange look on your face," she explained.

"Oh, Dwayne's almost always lying down, and that stupid look on his face, he has that on a lot, it's just part of who he is," interjected Frank.

"Shut up Frank." Dwayne scowled at his uncle as Sarah laughed at their dynamic.

"Ok, well if no one's hurt then I'm going to go back to work. Frank, maybe try to keep a firmer grip on your book in the future?"

"I'll try, sorry if we freaked you out."

"It's fine. Dwayne, feel better, ok?" joked Sarah.

"I will, thanks," said Dwayne as Sarah exited the room. Frank looked at Dwayne skeptically. "Ok, fine, you win, I brushed my hair, just don't tell anyone please," pleaded Dwayne.

"HA! I KNEW IT! Also, I promise not to tell."

"Thanks," Dwayne got up off of his bed. "And in response to what you said earlier, I don't even know if I have a thing for Sarah, but I might. Just don't treat either of us any differently. I'm in the doghouse for the rest of my life if Richard finds out about earlier."

"Don't worry, I like you better then Richard as it is, I don't want him to be mad at you."

"Ok, thanks a lot."

"You know, Sarah's really brightened up. You seem to have a very strange and interesting effect on her."

"No, that's just her, how she was before the accident; she's just trying to get back in to it."

"Well then you bring her old manner of life out of her, you help her back in to who she used to be," insisted Frank.

"Whatever you say, I think she's just loosening up a little bit." Dwayne was trying to convince Frank that he wasn't having an influence on Sarah, though of course he sort of was.

"And I think that you're the one who makes her feel comfortable enough to loosen up, but if you want to deny that you are having an effect on her, go ahead and deny it, I won't argue."

"Ok then, I deny it, there." Dwayne began to actually work on his homework.

"Ok, that's enough for me then, what are you working on?"

"English essay," answered Dwayne, not lifting his eyes from the paper.

"What about?"

"Hamlet, it's a subjective essay, we're supposed to take one of the prompts and just write on it."

"What's your prompt?"

"Say what you think drove Ophelia in to the madness that resulted in her committing suicide," said Dwayne, reading the prompt from his yellow instruction sheet.

"What's your theory?" asked Frank curiously.

"She was in love with a man who either didn't, or couldn't love her back, and she simply didn't see how she could possibly live her life without him in it," said Dwayne.

"Well I find that to be a believable thesis, just keep my name out of the essay, remember, there is no Frank in Hamlet," Frank knew Dwayne had drawn his conclusion from Frank's past experiences.

"I'll remember, trust me, I know you aren't the same person as Ophelia. After all, she didn't fail to kill herself, and you obviously did."

"That I cannot deny, but I'm glad I failed, now stop talking to me and get back to work." Dwayne chuckled a little as his uncle castigated him for procrastinating, then he went back to work.

"You know what? I don't see a point in biology! I don't care if I can dissect a frog accurately or not," said Dwayne to Frank about an hour later.

"Yeah, it never served of any use to me to have that information," Frank looked at Dwayne, who was smiling. "You know what? Forget me, you're going to compromise yourself!"

"Huh?"

"You're genuinely happy; I don't think you've stopped smiling since I got home, even while you were complaining about biology being pointless."

"Fuck, I have? I didn't even notice," Dwayne wiped the smile off of his face.

"That's better, just watch out, I don't want you in trouble, or for that matter, Sarah, she's had enough trouble lately."

"Ya think?" said Dwayne. He paused for a moment, and a look of concentration spreading across his face, a look that Frank wasn't used to at all. "What if it's not over?" he asked a moment later.

"What if what's not over?" asked Frank, clearly bamboozled by the look on Dwayne's face.

"What if someone tries to hurt Sarah again? I mean we know nothing about how hurt her. The license plate on the car was a dead end, the car was stolen, it could have been taken by anyone. There could still be someone out there trying to kill her."

"BOYS! GIRLS! DINNER!" called Sheryl.

"We'll finish this conversation later, ok? For now let's just go eat, I'm hungry," said Frank. Dwayne nodded, and the two of them walked out of the room and towards the kitchen, where everyone else was already waiting to eat dinner.