Koemi raised her hand slowly. "Eugene, can I use the bathroom?"

Eugene stared at her as if she were crazy. "It's your house."

She shrugged and wandered out of her room to find Hua. "Hua," she hissed.

"Haaaaai?" The Chinese woman poked her head out of her and Kazumi's room.

"Why are you speaking Japanese all of a sudden…" Koemi asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes.

"I've heard you do it to irritate Kazumi before, and I thought it was cute and it just sort of happened…" Hua poked her fingers together awkwardly. Brandon's head appeared beneath her, peeking through her legs to beam at Koemi.

"He's still here?" She inquired. "Why is he still here?"

"Because we're playing." Hua said irritably. "What did you want, anyways?"

"I'm going out, and I was wondering if I could borrow some clothes." She scratched her head sheepishly.

"YES!" She screeched. She took Koemi by the hand and dragged her into her bedroom. "This is yours now." She threw a black sweater at Koemi, and then tossed tight jeans. "Wear them with sexy."

"That doesn't make sense." Koemi pointed out, shrugging out of her outfit. "But whatever."

Hua helped her fit into the tight clothing. "It doesn't fit on me anymore." She gestured to her bulging belly.

"It's so tight," she complained. "How do you wear this?!" She squirmed uncomfortably and tried to stretch the fabric of the sweater.

"I wear it because it's sexy." Hua answered. "Yet it doesn't show much skin. It only increases the appeal. The desire~"

Koemi sighed. "Whatever." She headed towards the window.

"…" Hua watched her wrench the stubborn portal open. "What are you doing?"

"David and Gene are here, so I'm going out the window." She shrugged. "Because I don't feel like dealing with them."

"You aren't putting on makeup?" Hua asked accusingly.

"Nope." Koemi threw her legs over the edge. Below her was nothing but the ground. She probably couldn't even scale the way down. But I do this all the time in Black Ops. It couldn't hurt too bad to jump from a second story. I just have to land right.

"Are you feeling all right?" Hua turned serious for a moment, cutting through her thoughts before she could jump out the window.

Koemi rubbed her face and shrugged. "I'm just a tad tired."

"Should you really be going out, then? Especially via suicide?"

"No." She clutched the window frame and lowered herself until she dangled from the edge like a rag doll.

"You dumb ass." Hua threw a rope at her. "Climb down, don't jump. This isn't a video game."

Koemi took it with one hand. "What is it attached too?" She called.

"The bed post. Just…be gentle." Hua's voice returned.

"Oh." She clutched the rope with both hands and slid down the rest of the way without once wondering why Hua had a rope in the first place. "Thanks!" With a grin she took off down the street until she reached the bus stop.

A car slowly rolled to a stop on the street. Koemi gave it nothing short of a suspicious glare as the window opened.

"What are you doing?" Lin inquired, giving her a look similar to that of Eugene.

The glare melted back to her grin. "Hi! I thought you were a rapist at first! I'm going to Oliver's house."

Lin seemed to consider it. "I can drive you there once I pick up Eugene," he offered.

"No! Eugene can't know I'm seeing Oliver!" She waved her hands at him. "Lin, you can't tell him. Okay?"

"You're seeing Oliver? Romantically?" Lin inquired.

"No." She took off running down the street. "And you never saw me here."

Oliver held his face in his hand, watching his parents scramble around the house. "A girl!" Luella said frantically. "An actual girl that he's actually interested in!"

"I can't believe it either, honey." Martin shook his head. "Noll finally settling down…"

Oliver sighed. "She's just a friend."

"You're wearing cologne," Martin challenged. "Obviously she's something special if you actually have to try to impress her."

There were a couple of timid knocks at the door.

"She's here," Luella beamed. "Finally!"

His parents rushed the door, yanking it open. "Koemi!" They chorused.

Koemi was already over stimulated, from the looks of it. "Ahh… Hello…" She glanced between them before locking onto Oliver. "Erm…"

Oliver shouldered past them. "We'll see you in a while, Mom. Dad."

"No!" Martin took his son's date by the hand and led her inside. "We need to get to know her. This is a whole second date!"

Koemi twitched at the physical contact but stumbled after him anyways. Oliver sighed. "Dad, you're going to scare her."

"Nonsense!" He sat down on the couch, gesturing her to sit beside him. "What hobbies do you do, Koemi?"

"Hobbies?" She paused. "Sex, drugs, rock and roll."

Martin recoiled slightly.

Oliver sighed wearily at her response. "She was a Wicca Priestess. Now she performs exorcisms, curses and blessings as a business. Her hobbies include eating, sleeping and idiocy."

"I do sleep a lot," she agreed ponderously. "What about you, Mr. Davis. What do your hobbies consist of?"

He lit up at the question. "I'm a psychic researcher with the SPR."

"Can we please go now?" Oliver begged. "Eugene doesn't know we're seeing each other."

"You're hiding this from your brother?" Luella gasped. "Why?"

Oliver gave another forlorn sigh. "It's complicated. I'll tell you about it sometime later."

"I agree. Why are we hiding it from Gene?" Koemi looked at him curiously. "I go with it, but I don't know why."

Koemi's phone buzzed. Where did you go? –Gene

"I'll tell you about it when we get to the café." He answered. "Let's go."

"Okay," Koemi eyed him suspiciously.

Martin and Luella exchanged looks. "Noll, does your brother like Koemi?"

"Very much." Oliver opened the door and towed Koemi behind him.

"Bye!" Koemi managed a quick wave to his parents before the door slammed. "They seem nice."

"They seem like they want to date you." He snapped.

Koemi snickered. "I take it you don't get second dates all that much."

"They just don't like the girls." He shrugged. "Because you're interested in the supernatural, you're special." He sighed. "Most are squeamish and hate anything 'scary'."

"That's like the fifth sigh tonight." She informed him marginally. "Anyways, where are we headed?"

"I don't actually have that planned. I thought we could check it out," he offered.

"I guess," she joined her hands behind her back. "Is Gene mad at me?"

Oliver snorted. "I think that would be impossible."

"Would he be if he knew we were doing this?" She asked. Streetlights reflected off the wet pavement like silver globes as they walked.

"No." Oliver reached behind her and took her hand and gave a reassuring squeeze. "He'd be mad at me for not telling him, but he wouldn't blame you."

"We should tell him if we're going to keep going out like this." She informed him stubbornly as they passed by a streetlamp. "It's not fair to lie and hide."

He stopped and scowled at her. "Why are we even talking about him right now? It's our date."

She was pulled to a stop due to their joined hands. "Are you jealous?"

"Of course not." His scowl deepened before he drew her into his arms. "I just want you to think about other things instead." He tugged her chin to his face and kissed her heatedly. His free hand caressed the back of her neck down to her lower back. It dropped lower yet, to her surprise.

"Oliver! Stop it! I'm trying to talk to you." She shoved at him. "You dolt."

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, enjoying the feeling of her hands pressed against his chest like they were.

A car slowed on the street, the window rolling down. "Noll! Koemi!" Eugene called, waving his hand. "What are you guys doing?"

Oliver leaned down and kissed her again, pretending not to hear his brother. Koemi's eyes widened. This is how he chooses to enlighten his brother?!

His arms snaked around her waist, almost as if answering her silent inquisition. He took her bruised wrist and brought it to his lips, looking into her eyes steadily. "You look nice tonight."

Koemi flushed and glared at him. "This is your bright idea?" She hissed. "This is how you tell your brother we're seeing each other?!" She smacked his chest. "You dolt. You complete bloody git!"

He took a long breath and smirked down at her. "Calm down." His lips came in contact with hers again and he nipped at her playfully. "It is what it is, and what he thinks won't change a thing."

"Sometimes I hate you."

The car pulled away awkwardly.

"I'm sure," he said sarcastically.

"Most of the time," she corrected herself.

"And the other part of it?" He questioned.

She feigned embarrassment. "The other part, I think you're an asshole."

"I think you find me attractive," he whispered to her.

"I think you find yourself attractive." She replied haughtily.

He smirked and continued down the street, towing her behind him. "Is there a problem with that?" He asked.

Koemi rolled her eyes. "You're such a narcissist, Noll." She teased.

"You're working on your accent," he laughed.

"I am!" She exclaimed. "Isn't it excellent?"

"It wasn't really noticeable before," he told her as he pulled her into a dark coffee shop. "So I suppose it's better."

"Hahhh." Koemi laughed sarcastically. Oliver chose a booth a few feet from the entrance and sat down. "So."

"So." He repeated.

"Your brother now knows." She fiddled with a sugar packet from the middle console.

Oliver shrugged. "So?"

"I don't know." Koemi scowled at him. "I was hoping you would."

"I would what?" He frowned at her.

"Know!" She roared in exasperation. "I was hoping you would know!"

"I like your shirt," he informed her, changing the subject. He leaned forward and took her hand.

"Thanks," Koemi had forgotten she was wearing Hua's tight shirt. "It's not mine."

His eyes swept over her and he smirked. "You look good."

Koemi looked around the café instead of responding. It was quaint and dark. Quite nice, really. What little noise there was, was drowned out by the thrumming bass of some indie song she didn't recognize.

Oliver scowled at the loss of her attention and stood, switching over to her seat. He scooted in and draped his arm over her shoulder. She tried to shrink away, but he pulled her in. "Where are you trying to go?"

"We're in public," she complained.

"Are you embarrassed?" He asked.

"This is the second date," she reminded him. "Asshole."

He tilted her head towards him. "No one's looking." He kissed her.

She pursed her lips and shook her head. "I don't wan—." He breached the opening without hesitation. Koemi screeched and fell backwards in the booth seat.

"I like you from this angle," Oliver ran his fingers through his hair.

Koemi grumbled and sat back up, uncomfortably close to him. "I hate you."

He put his hand on her knee and slid it up over the inside of her leg. "You don't mean that."

Koemi flushed, scooting away.

"You're sure they came in here?" A voice said as the bell above the door tinkled angrily.

"It makes the most sense." A different voice answered. Koemi and Oliver both shrunk into the corner of the booth.

"Oh my god," Koemi hissed. "They're here."

Oliver put his hand over her mouth. "Shh," he replied, still clutching her hand.

"Have you seen anyone who looks exactly like him?" Martha's sultry voice purred. "Yes? Over there?" There was the click of heels, and the group bore down upon the couple. "Hello, Oli," Martha slid into the seat, tossing her bright red hair and leaning against Oliver's shoulder. "My parents are out tonight, and I thought it would be fabulous to get together again," she winked.

Koemi scowled tore her hand away from Oliver's. "I have to go."

"Oh? But I thought we could have a little get-together." She ran her fingers over his neck. "Play some…games," she blew on Oliver's ear.

Koemi glared at her. "I'm leaving. Now. If you don't let me, you'll seriously regret it."

"Oh, I really don't think I will," Martha sneered at her. "I think you should stick around and watch me steal my man back."

"That's pedophilia, my dear. Fetuses can't date whores." Koemi growled. "Now, if you would please get out of my way."

Martha tilted Oliver's head and kissed him teasingly. "I don't think I can."

Oliver sighed. "It would probably be best to let her go." He said.

Eugene scratched his head awkwardly, and David sighed.

Koemi's eyes flashed dangerously. "Please," she said, her voice lower than normal. "I will not ask again."

"Honey, there's no way in hell I'm going to move." She purred, twirling Oliver's hair between two of her fingers. Oliver picked Martha up and moved out of the seat.

"Screw you people," she grunted, striding out of the room.

Oliver scowled at Martha. "Was that really necessary?" He demanded.

Martha leaned forward and kissed him. "I think so."

Eugene glared at his brother. "You don't deserve her," he took off after Koemi.

Oliver felt Martha's hand slid into his pocket and forgot about Koemi and Gene. "My parents aren't home," Martha rasped.

Oliver kissed her ear and stood, his arm slithering around her waist. "Maybe we should go play...twister."