Author notes: this part hasn't got any warnings. Enjoy.

olivers pov:

me and my...wife was sitting next to each other on the porch looking a the sun rising from the hills. It's been 2 weeks since me and Stan been separated, I really miss him...well me and my wife have a good start now, we don't start fighting nor mashing expensive dishes. She placed her hand over mine, she smiled and sighed with passion. I only gazed at her and gave her a slight smile, I looked at the sun and ignore everything around me. I really do miss him...

" Sweatheart," my wife patted my hand to get my full attention.

" What is is sugar plums?" I asked.

" How bout we visit Stan together, I know it's been a while since you two had your separate ways. I just think it's time we visit," I think she knew I was thinking about him, but I was glad she did.

When we arrived to his house, I felt nervous. How would he react? Would he still have feelings for me? I thought of so many questions that I slam my face to the door causing my nose to turn red.

" Oh be careful," she said as she placed her hands on my shoulders. I nervously laughed and knocked in the door, we waited for a minute until the door opened. It was Stan wearing a suit on.

" Ollie?" He asked, " is it really you?"

I couldn't help but smile and play with my tie, " Yes Stanly, it's me." We both had a awkward moment, " uh...aren't you going to let us in?" I was trying to make this less awkward.

" Huh? Oh! Yes come in," he let us in.

Laurel pov:

i really wasn't expecting them here in my house...especially at this time. I nervously walked past them and went into the kitchen leaving them alone in the living room, I didn't know what to do.

" Uh, S-Stan? You ok?" Oliver's wife asked, I jumped when I turned and saw her behind me. " you seem jumpy when you saw us...is something the matter?"

" Why no! I just didn't expect you here that's all." I smiled.

" Oh well, it won't be long. We just wanted to visit you for a while, Oliver really misses you." She explained, I choked up.

" well, isn't it a little late to tell me this," I mumbled.

" What was that?"

" nothing...ugh, look it's the-the right moment now. As you c-can see I'm going somewhere with someone." I tried to explain myself.

" Oh," she said.

" Is something wrong?" Oliver came in to the kitchen.

" nothing, it's just...Stan is going somewhere." She answered,

" oh, but you can wait for a while cant ya?" He looks at me.

" I-i can't really-"

" Nonsence! Better late then never," he pushed me into the living room.

" Ye-yeah but really I must-" I tripped over myself trying to go back to the kitchen. His wife smiled and gently sat me on the couch, I was now stuck between them.

" Oh Stan, it's been awhile since we've talked," Oliver said. I nodded, " Well, I'm going to make it up to you some how."

" oh it's really not nessaccery," I said.

" No no, I'm gonna make it up-" a knock on the door interrupted our "conversation".

" I'll get it," I quickly got up and ran at the door, I opened and saw Tim holding flowers. " TIM" I shouted, I slam the door and covered the door wit my body acting like someone is about to break out.

" Who was it?" She asked.

" Oh someone," I said.

" Well...aren't ya gonna let him in?" He asked.

" Yes," I smiled, we stood there for 3 minutes.

" Open the door!" Oliver pushed me aside and opened the door.

oliver pov:

it was a man holding flowers.

" Hello, uh...who are you seeking?" I asked, he gave me a blank stare.

" Tim," Stan whispered, " meet my friend Oliver. The one that I was talking to you about..." He only gave a silent stare.

" well, uh...how unespected we both stumble..." I didn't really know what to say.

" yes, I guess you can say that..." He said, " May I come in?" He asked but didn't move his eyes from me. Stan replied and Tim entered the room still not even stop to look at anyone else but me.

" Why, is that for me?" Stan blushed, I knew that he knew this was getting awkward.

" Yes..." Tim finally looked at someone else for a change, " it is, these are Hawaiian flowers, their special...just...like...you." He quickly made a quick glance at me then to my wife. " who are these people?" He whispered to Stan's ear.

" well, I just told you-that's Oliver my best pal and his wife." She gave him a warm smile.

" Uh-huh." He only said. " Well, I thought-"

" Say! Um...lets eat here?" Stan asked as he placed his hand on Tim's shoulder.

" I just-"

" Please?" Stan squeezes the man arm.

" Alright than." Tim softly replied.

" Great!" Stan ran off into the kitchen, " Dinner will be ready in 1 hour,"

" Stan...let-let me help," my wife said as she stumbled her way into the kitchen.

end of pt17