A/N Ok, so the story goes on! I would like to thank you guys all for reading this far, and I thought that I would just check in with you guys. To the person who keeps reviewing me asking me to put Frank in more, I really am trying! My best friend is actually writing a FrankFic, and its up. Its called Helping Hand or something, its on my favorite story list. You should go check that out for some real Frank stuff. He is just a supporting role in mine. I hope that you keep reading mine though!

Love,

Havah

Later that day, Dwayne walked Olive to her tennis camp. He attempted to start a conversation with her, but she simply wasn't interested in his light subject small talk. Eventually he just gave up, figuring that she would start talking to him again when she was ready, he just hoped that it would be before his dad got there, he wanted another shot at explaining things to her before they got bad. When they reached the courts, Dwayne went to the viewing area and Olive went out to the courts. He wasn't sure whether Cody would be there or not since it was a Saturday, and he didn't know if Melanie played, he didn't even understand why Olive was playing. The only days she didn't have camp were Sundays. Dwayne just sat there, drumming his fingers on the seat, hoping that Cody wouldn't come, even though Melanie did. Eventually, Cody did show up.

"Here." Cody handed him a small white envelope, which Dwayne took, standing to tuck it into the back pocket of his pants.

"Break up with her."

"What!" asked Cody.

"You two just aren't right for each other, you don't have what it takes to make this work, ok?"

"Yeah? Why not? Cody folded his arms over his chest and stared intently at Dwayne.

"Ok, well for one, you are a shitty boyfriend. You're girlfriend is a junkie and you didn't even notice, and you didn't try to help her, you are always late, the list goes on." Dwayne raised his voice. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot, the best part. Cody, she's cheating on you, or at least she's trying to, and not just dating. She's screwing other guys." Cody stared at Dwayne for a moment. Dwayne just stood there with a look that was a mixture of contempt and satisfaction on his face.

"How could I have missed that? She does drugs?" Cody didn't know which questions to ask first. "Who the hell is she cheating on me with?"

"Who she's fucking is her business, talk to her about it. My only part in this is to strongly advise you to get out of this relationship pronto. I'm out of this now, thanks for the compensation, but I can't fucking do this anymore. You two are condemned anyway." Dwayne walked away, leaving Cody in a state of shock. He would spend the remainder of Olive's camp standing outside on his own, thinking about all of this.

A few minutes before her lesson ended, Dwayne walked back into the lobby of the tennis court area to wait for her. When she came out, he hesitated for a moment, and then walked up to her. "Ok, so I was thinking about this for basically the whole time that you were in your camp." Dwayne paused and took a deep breath as they walked. Ok, here goes, he thought to himself. "I am really, really sorry, but leaving is the right thing for me." He took her hand. She tried to pull away from him, but his grip was strong and firm, and she soon gave up. "However, I am really, really going to miss you." Dwayne stopped and looked at her. "I will call you at least once a week, and I will write letters also. I promise. The last thing in the world that I want right now is for you to think that I forgot you, or even worse, that I don't care about you as much as I do."

"I know that you care, it's just that I really don't want you to leave." Olive started walking again, pulling Dwayne with her. After a minute she looked up at him. "Hey, what did you do to your hands? I saw they were taped up last night and I meant to ask you, but I guess I forgot to…" Olive trailed off, moving his hand up in the air and running her fingers over the bandage. Dwayne felt pain searing through his whole hand, but he bit his tongue and ignored it.

"I got into a fight, it's nothing important."

"A fight? With who?"

"My bedroom wall." Olive laughed, and Dwayne smiled. It sounded pretty funny when it was put that way. "In case you can't tell, I didn't exactly get the best of it this time, but if it thinks that I will let it win again, it has another thing coming," Dwayne added, trying further to lighten the mood. Olive laughed even harder at the personification of the wall.

"What did the wall ever do to you?" she asked. Dwayne knew what he was thinking, but he couldn't say it, not now, not to Olive. What did the wall ever do to me? It closed me in, it kept me from going where I wanted when I wanted, but that was only when I was younger.

"Its stoic," was the reply he gave instead.

"What's stoic mean?" Olive looked confused.

"It means that when you are in pain, you don't show it or make a big deal out of it. Like you don't cry, or say anything about it, you just let it hurt until it stops," Dwayne explained.

"Oh, like you?"

"Sort of, I'm only semi-stoic." Dwayne was thinking about how loud he had been when Melanie was trying to wash the blood off of his hands. "Do you want to come with me and mom to the airport later to pick up my dad?" Olive had never met Dwayne's real father. This was because Dwayne had always gone to visit him, not vice versa.

"Well, I don't know. I really don't want to hate him, but I'm afraid that I will because he is taking you away." Olive looked at her brother.

"Has anyone told you recently, or ever, for that matter, that you are wise far beyond your years?"

"Not directly, no." Olive smiled at her brother, and he returned the gesture.

"Well, you have a good point, but you'll hate him or you wont, you are going to have to meet him anyway. You might as well give yourself as much time as possible to make up your mind about him." Olive thought for another minute before deciding.

"Ok, I guess it wouldn't hurt anyone to come."

"Thanks." Dwayne gave Olive's hand a light squeeze. They got closer and closer to home, talking about music and other trivial matters. "You know what?" Dwayne turned to Olive.

"What?"

"Let's not go home just yet." A mildly mischievous look spread across Dwayne's face.

"Well what we do other then go home?" Olive asked.

"I dunno, go get ice cream or something?" Dwayne grinned. "Are you with me or are you with me?

"I'm with you!" Olive shouted.

"Good." The only times that Dwayne had been fully happy over the last year were the times when he could make Olive happy, this was one of those times, though it killed him to be leaving her. The rough part was, he needed out, and Richard wanted him out. Olive would finally get the chance to know her parents, and to lead a normal life, well, at least once Frank picked up and moved that is. They walked on, Olive happily chattering, and Dwayne just listening.