The silver Toyota 4-Runner soon parked itself in front of a blue
and white two story house. He glanced out the window, at the
plumeria tree slowly falling asleep from its fall shadow and into
winter bloom. "Ya gotta love winter in Hawaii." He
murmured to himself as he exited the vehicle.
The sun's light shimmered onto his light brown hair, forming
a soft halo glow around him. He smoothed down his blue aloha
print shirt that draped over his white tank top and black surf
shorts. Out of habit, the six foot two Senior always felt a need
to tidy his appearance as he would emerge from either his home,
from a room, or from his car. "You're such the neat
freak fanatic, Danny." His best friend would taunt him
with that sassy mouth of hers.
At the thought of his soul buddy, a grin emerged onto his
handsome frame. Meghan Kahealani Conner always brought a smile to
his face. With her dangerous onyx eyes, her silky rich brunette
maim, her petite five foot one knock-out body, and that charming,
and at times smirking, grin of hers, Meg was quite a local angel.
"An angel yeah right" He chuckled softly at
the irony of that statement. Though Meghan had an appearance of
innocence, to those who know and love her well, she was anything
but. Meghan was known for her extremely sharp wit and tongue. She
had a flair for words, and could banter circles around the most
sarcastic few on this island called Maui. That's what he
loved about Meg. She always spoke her mind and would always be
straight forward and brutally honest.
Unfortunately, the eighteen year old's only strong point was
also her weakest. With her sarcastic wit came her dirty mouth. No
way could Meghan go for one day with out cussing and swearing.
Not even washing her mouth out could refrain this teen from
profanity.
"Go to hell!"
Speak of the devil
His ears perked at the sound of feet stomping and a door slamming
with superior fury. He shook his head, almost laughing as
realization dawned on him that Meghan Kahealani Conner was mad.
Mad and obviously pissed off as hell as usual.
"Wonder what tantrum the girl's throwing now." He
thought to himself out loud as he strayed towards the side of the
house. His eyes rose towards the balcony, and the sliding door
that lead to her bedroom.
Cupping his hands to form a megaphone, "Kahea!"
Nothing. He sighed, knowing this routine all too well. He waited
a few seconds, then "Kay! Kahealani!"
He noticed her figure slowly make its way towards the sliding
door. He saw her glance out hesitantly. Smiling a bit, predicting
her every move, Okay, she saw me she's probably
now cursing at the sight of me To Meg, "Meghan!
Meghan Kahealani! C'mon, girl! I know you're in there!
Could damn well hear you destroying that room of yours
again."
Being friends with someone for your whole life, one becomes in
sync with their every single move. When Meghan gets pissed off,
the first victim to meet her wrath was her room. He was usually
second to feel her fury.
He guessed now that his Meg was debating on whether or not she
should answer him, thinking it through as she would drum her
fingers on the glass door.
Calling out to her once more, knowing now that she would answer
him, "Meghan Kahealani Conner!"
"What?!?" Completely annoyed and irritated as heck, the
young woman flew the sliding door open and stepped onto the two
story high balcony. She gazed down below at the young man
beckoning her. "Daniel! What the hell do you want?"
Daniel Kawika Walker James stepped up at the sight of his best
friend. Smiling slyly at her, "About time, girl!" He
folded his arms, "Why are you so mad, my Juliet?"
"F-off, Romeo!" Meg replied, flipping him off as well.
"How very lady-like, Kahea." He smirked. Yep, that was
his Meghan alright.
"I'm gonna ask again, Kawika why the hell are you
here?"
"Don't tell me that you're pissed at me!"
Folding her own arms, "And why shouldn't I be pissed at
you?"
Still smirking at her, "Because you're not. Hon, you
can never be mad at your boy!"
"Bull! And you ain't my boy, Danny!"
"Shit, I is so your boy! I've been your boy since the
days of potty training and diaper rashes." Daniel regarded
her every movement, knowing her flair for over the top dramas,
and finding to his amusement that she was as predictable as a
clock. C'mon, girl. Bite that lower lip of yours, smile,
then tell me that I was wrong that we've been together
since the days of our mothers' morning sicknesses. He
thought to himself, smiling lovingly at his gal pal.
Daniel fought the urge to laugh as he noticed that Meg found a
small smile creeping up as she bit her lower lip. A grin escaped
her lips as she replied, "Nah you is wrong, James!
We've known each other since back in the days of our
mothers' morning sicknesses!"
He chuckled as he continued to gaze up at her. "C'mon,
Meg. There's a pina colada at the Orange Julius in the
Cannery with your name on it!" Daniel called up to her,
shaking his car keys at her.
Smirking at him, like he knew she would, "Now what makes you
think that I'm just going to come down there and go with you
to the Lahaina Cannery Mall?" Meg turned around and made her
way inside. She slammed the door, the sound of the door's
vibration echoing all around.
Daniel shook his head, still smiling as he turned his wrist over
to glance down at his watch. Talking to himself in total
amusement, "Five four three two
one"
He perked his ears, hearing the faint sound of feet flying down
the stairs inside the house. Daniel began whistling his high
school's alma mater, twirling his key chain, as he strode
back to his vehicle. He reached for the passenger door, holding
it open as a petite blaze of Meghan jumped into the seat.
"Good timing, James." She snickered as he closed the
door for her. Daniel nodded, shutting the door, and making his
way to the driver's side.
Once he was in, Daniel looked at her and modestly smirked,
"Hell yeah."
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