A/N Ok, so here is Chapter 2 of my Little Miss Sunshine fanfiction. For the person who reviewed, thanks and I'm going to throw this up there, this story is not a clean story, and it's not my fault. I was hanging out with friends who talk alightly dirty, and then bam, my characters have major problems. Please do not get mad and say that this is unrealistic, because it probably is. I am working on another Little Miss Sunshine fanfiction that I will wait to post until I get a little farther with this one, but it's going to be very different. Please don't hate me.

Love,

Havah

"Wait, wait, but in the car the other day you told Grandpa that you weren't getting any." Frank looked at Dwayne, confused about his latest statement.

"Well what would you expect, my fucking parents were in the car." Dwayne stood up and walked towards the back of the room.

"So are you using protection?"
"Duh, I'm not that stupid."

"Ok, so you have like one partner right? Girlfriend or something."

"Fuck no."

"Well, I guess that you didn't really need your grand dads advice at all."

"Nope, guess not." Dwayne stood up on his bed, and opened the lower part of one of the windows that were behind him. He then lifted himself through it with great ease, and shut it. Frank, watching him in mild dismay before doing roughly the same thing, with a little less grace and ease.

Dwayne walked to the Starbucks nearest to his house. "Grande Coffee, black, are you almost off?"

"Ok, the coffee is coming right up, and you should know I'm off in ten minutes, wait out front, I'll be there." The Barista smiled, and Dwayne took his coffee and her instructions, and waited outside drinking his coffee. The caffeine from the coffee gave him the rush that he needed to get up the courage to feed what had quickly become an addiction to him. It was Joanna, who worked at Starbucks, on Mondays. She was 17, so it was legal, and Britta who worked at Safeway on Fridays. Now Britta was 19, so he was jailbait for her, and she liked that, she liked living on the illegal side.

"So, when did you start speaking again?" asked Joanna when she came out. She was untying her apron, and stuffed it into her shoulder bag. "I mean, we've been screwing for 11 months, 9 of which you have been silent, and now you're all of a sudden speaking again, honey, what's up?" She caught a sad look on Dwayne's face.

"I'm not you're fucking honey, just let it go. Let's just get this done, ok?" They started walking towards her place.

"So let me get this right. You sleep around with two women every week in the middle of the day, you have been for 11 months, and your family is clueless?"

"No, my uncle knows." Dwayne walked, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his corduroy pants.

"He knows that you are addicted to having women and he hasn't told you parents?"

"He doesn't know that I'm addicted, god, you and Britta are the only two people that know that part. He just knows that I fool around with multiple people sometimes. Now can you please stop fucking with my conscience? My life is shit right now, I don't need this."

"Wanna talk about what's bothering you?"

"God damn it, you know what? Just shut up. We aren't friends, and we aren't going out, we just use each other, and I would walk away from you right now if I didn't need this, and you would let me, except you need this too, so let's just go and get it fucking finished with!" They walked on in silence to her house and went up to her room. She locked the door. 15 minutes later Dwayne walked out of her room, pulling his shirt over his head as he went. He opened the front door to her house and headed outside.

"15 minutes, wow." Dwayne whirled around and found himself face to face with his uncle.

"Yeah, I'm fast, so what?" Dwayne shrugged and kept walking.

"Either that or your problems extend way further then being color blind and hating the world."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Shooting a look that would have made a braver man then Frank cringe, Dwayne spoke.

"It means that I think you are a sex-aholic." Frank spoke with determination and triumph.

"What? That's crazy."

"Why else would you go for a cup of coffee, grab a chick, do the dirty for half of her 30 minute break, and then leave with absolutely no backward glances or thought. It's because you know you're getting some again really soon, because you need it, because you are addicted."

"Yeah? So what, you're suicidal."

"True enough, true enough." Frank shrugged. "So I think you need help."

"And you don't?" Dwayne was getting past frustration and in to anger now.

"I didn't say that. I am getting help because it is clear that I need it. You should do the same."

"I am getting help, in fact, I just came out of a session!"

"That's what you call help? Getting busy for 15 minutes? You really do need help!" Frank looked at Dwayne with a look of the utmost disgust on his face. He knew that his nephew was important to him, and that they had had a bond, but he was willing to lose Dwayne's trust in order to keep him safe. But for the time being, he wasn't even sure what that would entitle.

"Ok, good for you, now will you just stay out of my fucking personal life? PERSONAL, that means it's my business! Mine." Dwayne started walking quickly, but Frank ran to catch up.

"Nymphomania is a psychological problem Dwayne! It's not like you're screwing someone you actually care about! Actually it's virtually the complete and total opposite!" Frank yelled, and everyone within the near vicinity started staring at him. A mother with a small child glared at him, and apologized silently.

"You fucker, nymphomaniacs are girls! Besides, you just said that really, really loudly, and now everyone is staring out you." Dwayne rolled his eyes and sighed. He was used to Frank understanding him, and though they had only really known each other about a week, he was disappointed. Worry was also growing inside him, he was beginning to think that Frank was going to tell his mom, or Richard, and that would completely throw his life, everything would change, and not for the better, no. He would just have to hope that Frank kept his mouth shut. Dwayne started walking very quickly towards the house, soon he broke into a run. He didn't feel right having Frank know about this. It had never bothered him before to have this problem, but it was bothering him now.

He flew through the front door, and didn't stop even when Olive asked him what was wrong. He ended up in the bathroom. Suddenly he felt dirty, he took off his clothes and got into the shower. Always, well at least for the last 11 months, he had known that it was wrong what he was doing, but never before had he cared. He always made sure to shower afterwards, but usually it was just regime. This time, he felt that washing himself would wash away everything that his uncle had said, but as the water poured over him, he realized that it wasn't going to change anything. Thoughts ran through his head, everything that had happened, he wondered what was going to happen. For the first time he wanted to fix this, because he wanted to protect Olive from finding out things about him that would forever change her mind about him.

God damnit, I thought that this was just going to stay easy. I never thought that anything else could come of it, let alone would. Now fuck it, I have two things that I have to do. He got out of the shower, and went into his room. He tried his best to not think of anything disturbing anymore, but he couldn't think of anything else. Why did this have to start now? As if I'm not having trouble enough trying to find another way to fly, now I have to find a way to fix myself up. He fell onto his bed with his book, but he was just staring at it, it wasn't until he actually tried to read a word at least 2 minutes later that he even realized he was holding it upside down.