#dwayne hoover (little miss sunshine)

[just-call-me-angel]

Little Miss Loser

Chapter 7 - The Language Of Losers

Warnings: none

Authors Note: Hey guys!! Sorry about the delay on this update! I've been sick since last week but I'm starting to feel a little better finally. I'm not loving this chapter as much as my last couple of updates so if you see me edit this chapter at all mind your business lmao. I did enjoy the banter in this chapter at least lol :) Thank you guys so much for the continued support!! I've loved chatting with some of you guys on tumblr its really kept my motivated and inspired!

Summary: Frank and the reader are little shits and they absolutely team up against Richard also Edwin gives surprisingly good advice

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Listening to Richard’s bullshit was already pretty awful. But having to hear him drone on and on about his nine steps was so much worse. You were almost positive it was some form of psychological torture at this point, especially when Richard literally had you all as his captive audience.

The only bright side was having another person there to annoy the shit out of Richard in return. You were actually pretty impressed by how easily Frank slipped into the role of Richard’s annoying brother-in-law. Even Dwayne looks entertained as he listens to his uncle's sarcastic replies to Richard’s nonsense. 

At first, Richard is oblivious to the snide remarks from both you and Frank, too busy prattling on with his sales pitch. 

“--This is the guy who broke Tony Robbins! I mean he knows how to do it — start with the book; media tour; then corporate events, consulting, video series, direct buys on TV”  

You glance at Frank and then Dwayne, rolling your eyes. You honestly had his pitch memorized, you’d heard it so many times. 

“--There’s a science in how you roll these things out.” 

Frank sighs, shifting in his seat in front of you, “Very interesting.” 

“So now he’s at this Expo in Atlanta – he’s been hyping it up, you know, building the buzz – he’s doing what’s called a ticking clock auction.” 

Frank sits up a little straighter, voice dripping with sarcasm, “How about that,” he pauses and turns to you, “Isn’t that incredible (Y/N)?” 

You snort and nod, “Sure is.” 

Richard goes a bit rigid, “I can detect that note of sarcasm from you, Frank.” 

Frank gasps, doing a stunning job at playing up the shocked expression he has on his face, “Sarcasm? What sarcasm? (Y/N) did you notice any sarcasm?”

You shrug and offer Richard a teasing grin as he glances back at you through the rearview mirror, “Nope, no sarcasm.” Sheryl shakes her head, laughing to herself as Frank shoots you a shit-eating grin.

“Well I just want you to know– I feel sorry for you” 

Frank glances back at you, then at Dwayne, and then back to Richard, “You do? Good” 

Richard nods, clearly feeling a bit proud of himself, thinking he’s managed to gain the upper hand, “Because sarcasm is the refuge of losers.” 

“What? No,” you say in horror, biting back a laugh when you make eye contact with Dwayne. 

Frank mimics your shocked expression and gasps, “It is? Really?!” Sheryl shakes her head, trying not to laugh in the passenger seat.

“Sarcasm is just losers trying to pull winners down to their level. That’s one of the lessons of Step Four.” You had to hand it to Richard, the guy always knew how to bring the conversation back to his 9 steps. 

“Wow, Richard! You’ve really opened my eyes to what a loser I am!” Frank pauses and turns to you, “ (Y/N) how about you? You feel like you’ve learned something about yourself?”

You nod, grinning cheekily, “Dang, I sure wish I could be less of a loser like you Richard.” Dwayne snorts beside you, shaking his head when you wink at him.]

“Say, Richard, how much do we owe you for those pearls of wisdom?” 

Richard grunts, jaw tensing as he glances back at the two of you, “Oh this one’s on me buddy. It’s on me.”  From there you watch as the two men go back and forth. 

Sheryl sighs, twisting in her seat, “Okay. Alright, That’s enough. Frank, (Y/N), stop it.” 

You and Frank point at Richard and speak in unison, “He started it!”

Sheryl stares at both of you, shaking her head and laughing. It doesn’t take long for everyone else to begin giggling as well. Dwayne smiles beside you, rolling his eyes when you grin at him. 

Richard huffs and puffs in the front seat for a moment, opening his mouth to say something until his phone goes off.

“Alright! Alright! Quiet this is the call! This is it!” 

You ignore Richard and turn to Dwayne, leaning against his arm, “You having fun yet?”

He rolls his eyes, scrawling something down onto his notepad, “I would literally rather be dead.” 

You snort, shoving his arm playfully, “Come on, you’re having fun, I saw you smile” he shrugs, shoving you back a little bit, his lips twitching as he tries not to laugh–

You jolt as the bus swerves into the next lane, preparing to get off at the next exit, “Alright everyone, quick stop so i can get ahold of Stan, and then we’ll be back on the road!” Richard shouts, tossing his phone into the center console. 

Richard pulls into a small convenience store and barely gets into the car park before he hops out and runs toward the payphone. Everyone else remains in the car for a few seconds, just watching Richard’s frantic pacing as he waits for the call to go through. 

It doesn’t take long for all of you to get a little bored waiting. Sheryl shuffles out of the bathroom and Olive goes off to the other end of the parking lot to practice her routine. Frank went inside to grab a drink and some porn magazines for Granpa Edwin (It had taken everything in you not to start giggling when Edwin told Frank to grab himself a ‘fag rag’)Dwayne stepped out and went to stretch his legs on a patch of grass behind the bus, occasionally you would look through the window and watch him try not to laugh when you made a face at him. 

Which left you with Edwin for a little while. At first, you occupied yourself, drawing in Dwayne’s notebook or reading small passages out of his favorite book, smiling at the little notes he left in the margins. 

“So…kid.” Edwin said pulling your focus off of the book in your lap, “ You and Dwayne?”

You froze instantly, nearly tearing a page of the book as you turned to him, brows furrowed, “Excuse me?”

“Oh come on kid, I’m the old man with the bad hearing, not you. I know you heard me.” 

 You gave a nervous laugh, “Yeah I heard you.” you glance out the window catching a glimpse of Dwayne in the grass doing situps, “I just–I just don’t–uh–know what you’re trying to ask me”

Edwin shakes his head, and laughs, “Jesus kid do I really have to spell it out for you?” you stare blankly at him and he sighs. “When are you two going to stop dancing around each other?” 

“I’m not really a dancer.” you joke, attempting to turn the conversation around. 

Edwin snorts, “Alright smartass,” he sobers up quickly, raising a greying brow at you, “Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you. We all see the way you look at Dwayne, it doesn’t take a genius to connect the dots on that.” 

“What–I–That—That's not–I don’t–Dwayne is just–”

Edwin shakes his head and waved a hand dramatically at you,“Yea yea–he’s your best friend I know–whatever, that’s not the point. You like him.” 

You stare, gaping at him for a few moments trying to decide if you should keep trying to deny it or if you should just come clean. Finally, you sigh, shoving Dwayne’s book into the bag at your feet before turning over to look at Edwin.

Edwin seems to notice the way you fall back defeated into your seat. He sighs and rests his hand on your shoulder, “Kid it's alright… Ya know he likes you too.” 

You snort, amused at the possibility, “yea right.” 

“Kid I swear to god I have no reason to lie to you.”  he nudges your arm, “And i’m not gonna tell Dwayne if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

Fuck it I guess.

You curl into yourself a bit, biting at the inside of your cheek, “Do you—Do you think he knows?” 

Edwin laughed at first but stopped as soon as he noticed you slump into your seat. He sighs, shifts a little closer, and pats your shoulder, “I don’t think he knows.”

You nod voice quiet and less confident than it normally would be, “I just don’t want to lose him.” 

Edwin nods in the way that elderly people do when they’re about to tell you a long story with some meaningful ending.

“Listen, kid, I pretend to know a lot of things, and most of its bullshit–” he smiles when you snort at his word use, “But I can honestly say that I don’t think you’d lose Dwayne, kid’s got it bad for you, we all see it.” 

You sigh, lifting your legs up to curl against your chest, resting your chin on your knees, “How can you be sure?” 

Edwin lets out a bark of laughter that makes you jump a bit, tilting your head at him, “Kiddo do I look like a fucking man who is ever sure about anything in life?”

You laugh with him for a few seconds, glancing out the window at each member of the Hoover family. You get stuck staring at Dwayne, watching as he continued doing various stretches. He’d be done soon and he’d join you on the bus again and you’d sit next to him and try your hardest to pretend that you weren’t head over heels for him.

Finally, you turn to Edwin, tilting your head slightly as you look at him, “I don’t know what to do,” you paused, words catching in your throat for a moment, “I feel like I should tell him because I hate lying to him… He’s my bestfriend–and–and–my parents—they–their divorcing and I just– I don’t want to end up–” 

“Woah, woah – kid – christ how do you not go crazy with thoughts constantly going wild in that brain of yours.” he shakes his head, placing his hands on his forehead and massaging the bridge of his nose, “I don’t know much about your family or anything like that but–shit kid you can’t live your life based on the mistakes your parents make.--” 

You stare at him blankly, squeezing your knees to your chest as he continues speaking, “Look kid, you’re what– 17?” he waits for you to nod,” Jesus kid for such a little troublemaker you sure do worry a lot, I mean you’ve got your whole life ahead of you for fucks sake, you got no reason to be worrying about shit like divorce already– go a little wild– just fucking— live your life kid”

You blink at him, brows furrowed for a moment before you finally gave a smile “You kind of suck at giving advice ya know that?” 

Edwin was quick to laugh at that, clapping his hand on your shoulder, “I’m doing my best kid.” 

To be fair, his best wasn’t all that bad. The advice was surprisingly helpful. He was right, you were 17 for fucks sake, you couldn’t live your life fending off a potential heartbreak like your parents. You deserved to just live life like every other teenager on earth. You didn’t know if you believed that Dwayne felt the same, but it did make you a little giddy to think about. 

Still, you weren’t ready to tell Dwayne how you felt. Admitting it to yourself, and to Edwin had been a start at least.

As if on cue Dwayne came into your line of sight, poking his messy head of hair into the doorway as he waved at you. You looked at Edwin first, biting your cheek nervously when he nodded at you, and then you looked at Dwayne gesturing for him to climb onto the bus. 

“What? You pull a muscle already tough guy?” you teased, poking his arms as he fell into the seat between you and Edwin. 

He rolled his eyes and leaned against you, smirking a bit at the way you scrunched your nose at him feeling how sweaty he was. You shoved him, ruffling his hair, “You fucking stink”  He shoved you back and you began playfully fighting, giggling when Dwayne poked your sides, knowing damn well how ticklish you were.

Edwin watched you both, a teasing smile on his lips whenever he caught your eye. It was both annoying and encouraging to know you had someone in your corner. After a while you stopped shoving each other, leaning against each other and laughing quietly until you caught sight of Richard talking angrily on the phone across the parking lot. 

Grandpa Edwin was quick to pick up on his body language as Richard spoke with increasing desperation, “He’s not getting it. Christ” You glanced up first at Richard and then shared a look with Edwin and Dwayne.

Frank appears then, walking stiffly and tossing a bag at Edwin before shuffling into his seat, “How’s it going?” 

You snorted, “Take a guess.” 

Grandpa Edwin hummed “Not so good.” Frank nodded and leaned back into his seat, slurping loudly at his blue slushie.

Sheryl and Richard return to the bus at the same time, at first you can’t hear what they're talking about but clearly, Sheryl isn’t happy with Richard. Honestly, you don’t really try very hard to listen to the conversation, if it was something small it would have amused you but the actual fighting just sort of made your mind go numb.

Dwayne was quick to notice the way you sank into your seat trying to get further away from the shouting. He pulled you into his side, one arm wrapping around your shoulder to keep you grounded. You leaned into him instantly, resting your head on his shoulder, whispering a quiet “thank you” as the fighting finally died down and Richard put the car into gear and allowed it to drift down the heal.

You remained like that as you coasted back onto the highway, tracing the letters stamped onto Dwayne’s T-shirt. Everyone is quiet at first and you realize after a moment that something is missing. Dwayne is already lifting his notebook for you and Frank to read by the time you recognize what’s wrong. 

“Where’s Olive?” You and Frank say in unison, cursing when Richard swerves to get off the highway and go back to the convenience store. 

Thank god for Olive being such a good sport about her family's antics. She looks absolutely thrilled when she sees the bus roll back into the parking lot. And she’s even more excited to dive onto the bus as Dwayne slides the door open and helps her in.

Olive climbs into the back seat, switching seats with Edwin so she can sit with you and Dwayne. She spends 20 minutes just talking your ear off before she falls asleep. And as much as you try not to, you and Dwayne end up falling asleep along with her. You imagine it had to have been kind of adorable to see Olive curled up on one side of Dwayne while you were curled up on the other side. 

It was easier to relax around Dwayne after talking with Edwin. Eventually, maybe you’d follow his advice and actually tell Dwayne how you felt. For now, you were content with just taking a nap.

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[mychemicalimagines]

Ray of Sunshine-Dwayne Hoover-Chapter 8/Finale

Summary: Seventeen-year-olds Dwayne Hoover and Tyler Walker (or Ty as she’s affectionately known in the Hoover house) have been best friends since they were born. His mom and her mom are best friends too, so they had every chance to be together. They only have each other and are madly in love. However, the other person doesn’t know about their friend’s feelings. Will a chaos filled trip to California for his little sister’s beauty pageant allow these feelings to surface and let the childhood friends become more or will the the inseparable duo keep them bottled inside, not wanting to risk that cherished friendship that’s always been a little more?

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Language, Talk of Underage Sex, Mentions of Attempted Suicide - not by Dwayne or OC, Fat Shaming of a Seven Year Old, Absent Parent, Death of Character - Not Dwayne or OC, ALL Warnings for the movie apply to this series!

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Third Person POV

Frank and Dwayne are sitting in chairs in the hallway, with Tyler sitting on her boyfriend’s lap. Since her left arm is around his shoulder, she’s playing with his hair while his arms are wrapped tightly around her waist, her right hand resting on his laced fingers. Frank is looking at a newspaper that was sitting on the table between the two chairs. 

He glances over at the couple before flipping the page. ‘The Surprise Best-Seller From America’s #1 Proust Scholar’ is the headline right above the picture of Larry Sugarman and his new book. He immediately closes the newspaper and tosses it on the table. He sighs to himself as he tries to relax in his chair. 

Two girls around the age of six run past them, giggling in their poofy dresses causing Dwayne to look up at his girlfriend then his uncle. He gently pats Tyler’s hip before speaking. 

“Let’s get outta here.”

She stands up from his lap and takes his hand, walking with him out of the area. After another little girl runs by him, Frank stands up and runs after his nephew and his girlfriend, not wanting to be in the hallway either. Together, the three of them walk out of the building and down to the beach that Richard brought up two days beforehand. 

Holding hands, Tyler swings them softly, enjoying the breeze that is hitting her face. Dwayne continues to think about their future while enjoying his girlfriend’s soft hand in his rough calloused one. His heart speeds up everytime he thinks of her being his girlfriend. In their seventeen years of life, he’s always dreamed of her saying yes, but he never thought it would happen.

Sure, it was in his plan, hell it was the majority of his plan, but it never believed it would come true. Maybe she’s right. They’ll find a way for him to continue his dream, despite his colorblind-ness. Without realizing, Frank had detoured them on the long wooden dock that overlooks the water. Dwayne lets go of her hand and leans against the railing in front of him, his chin now resting on his laced fingers. 

Tyler stands on one side of him with her head on his shoulder while Frank stands on the other, just staring into the water. Dwayne picks up his head from his hands and lays it on hers, relaxing for a moment. The trio is silent for a while until he speaks up.

 “Sometimes, I wish I could just sleep the next year until we’re eighteen. Just skip all this crap. The rest of high school and everything. Just skip it.”

“You heard of Marcel Proust?” Frank asks, putting his hands on the railing. 

“He’s the guy you teach.” He says, glancing at his uncle.

“Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent twenty years writing a book almost no one reads.” He says, causing the couple to giggle. “But he was also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway! He gets down to the end of his life, he looks back and decides that all the years he suffered - those were the best years of his life. Because they made him who he was. The years he was happy? Total waste. Didn’t learn anything…” He glances at them with a smile. “So if you sleep for the next year, think of all the suffering you’d miss. High school? High school’s your prime suffering years. Hell, you’d miss the first year of being with Miss Walker over there. Do you really want to miss that?!”

Dwayne lifts his head up and looks down at her with a grin. She blushes and looks up at him, curiously. 

“You’re right. I wouldn’t want to miss that.” He says, before kissing her forehead. 

He wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her into his side before looking at the water again. A million thoughts running through his head before he looks at his uncle. 

“You know what?” He says, causing Frank to look over as he pulls Tyler in closer. “Fuck beauty contests. It’s like life is one fucking beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work? Fuck that. And fuck the AirForce Academy. If I wanna fly, I’ll find a way to fly. You do what you love and fuck the rest.”

Frank looks at him, impressed by his small speech. Dwayne glances at him before looking down at Tyler.

“We’ll find a way for you to fly.” She whispers, looking up at him. 

He smiles at her softly.

“We’ll find a way for me to fly.” He repeats, kissing her head again.

“You know…” Frank speaks up. “I’m glad you’re talking again, Dwayne. You’re not nearly as stupid as you look.”

Tyler laughs, digging her face into her boyfriend’s side as he smiles at his uncle. Frank laughs and pats his shoulder.

“I’ll leave you two alone for a few minutes.” 

He turns around and starts walking back to the other end of the dock, enjoying the view. Tyler turns in her boyfriend’s arms and leans against the railing in front of him. A smile appears on her face as his arms let her go and rest on the railing on either side of her, his own smile widening. 

“I haven’t heard your voice in six months. I almost forgot what you sounded like.” She states, looking into his eyes. “I missed it.” 

“You know…That wasn’t the first thing that I wanted you to hear when the vow finally came to an end.” He says, watching her.

“What was it going to be?” She tilts her head slightly confused. 

He licks his lips and sighs softly, looking deep into her eyes. “That I love you, which I do.”

Her eyes widens slightly. “You love me?”

“Yeah. When I wrote you that note yesterday, I didn’t want to seem weird for saying it too early, so I was going to save it for when I finally got into the AirForce. But then…” He pauses for a moment. “Well, you were there. And we practically haven’t left each other’s side in seventeen years. Kinda hard for me not to love everything about you.”

She blushes, a smile growing on her face. “You really wanted that to be the first thing I heard in a year?”

“Yeah. I’d thought it would be…romantic.” He shrugs slightly, nervous.

She stands straight off the railing and wraps her arms around his neck, forcing him to lean down slightly. Standing on her tiptoes, she presses her lips against his. Somewhat shocked, he kisses her back happily, resting his hands on her hips. Their mouths move in sync, still getting used to kissing each other - well kissing in general. 

Needing air, they pull away and pant softly, looking into each other's eyes.

“I love you, too, Dwayne.” She whispers. 

“Really?” He grins at her. 

“I knew for sure I loved you when you made me this bracelet.” She answers, removing her arm from his neck to show him the leather on her wrist.

“You were the only one I thought of when I was told to make it.” He admits, blushing slightly. 

“Well, I’m glad.” She leans up again, pressing her lips to his. 

He squeezes her hips slightly, holding her close until they pull away once again.

“I love you.” He whispers, smiling softly. 

“I love you, too.” She presses another quick kiss to his lips. 

“Come on.” He pats her hip. “We should go back inside.”

“Fineee…” She playfully whines before taking his hand. 

He chuckles and walks with her to the end of the dock where Frank is patiently waiting. As they walk across the beach, wanting to keep the mood upbeat, Tyler starts picking on her boyfriend.

“Frank, did you know that when Dwayne was eight…” 

He immediately covers her mouth, shaking his head. 

“Nope. Nope. I know what story you’re going to tell.” 

“Come on, Dwayne. I want to hear this story!” Frank grins, looking over at the happy couple. 

“Nope…”

Before he can finish his thought, Tyler maneuvers out of his arms and gently pushes Frank to the side away from him.

“Anyway! When he was eight, he got a piece of his airplane model…”

Dwayne grabs her around the waist and picks her up, gently throwing her over his shoulder. 

“Put me down!” She laughs, holding onto his belt.

“No! You’re not telling him that story!” He shakes his head, a grin on his face as he walks. 

“Frank! Can you hear me?!” She playfully yells out to the older man walking behind them.

“Yeah, Ty! I can hear you!” He calls out, cupping his mouth as he smiles, despite being only a few feet behind. 

“Anyway! He got…”

“No!” Dwayne laughs, putting her down. 

She crosses her arms and pouts, seeing that they’re in front of the hotel. 

“You’re lucky we're back.” She grins as she walks into the building. 

Frank looks over at his nephew, his smile never leaving his face. 

“What happened when you were eight?”

Dwayne sighs and shakes his head. “I got a piece of the airplane motel stuck up my nose because I wanted to see if it would fit…”

His uncle bites his lip, trying not to laugh. “Is it still up there?”

“No.” He rolls his eyes, mumbling, “Tyler put some pepper under my nose. I sneezed and it shot across the room. It stuck to the wall…”

Frank starts laughing before covering his mouth to stop himself. Dwayne playfully glares at him, a small grin appearing before walking inside. He jumps slightly, shocked to see his girlfriend leaning against the wall beside the door. 

“I knew you'd tell him.” She says before turning toward the staircase.

He gently smacks her butt causing her to squeal and look at him. 

“Get upstairs.” He grins and walks around her.

Finally making it to the auditorium where Olive will be performing, the trio opens the door and steps inside. Their eyes widened at the younger girl, caked in makeup, dancing on stage in a sparkly gold cowgirl outfit. Almost immediately, they rush out of the room shocked by what they have seen. Frank leans against the wall while the couple are slightly disgusted. 

How could parents let their kids do this or even encourage them? And, sorry to Olive, but there was no way they would pick her. She’s a normal seven year old girl. She’s got a little meat on her bones while all these girls barely have any fat on their BMI. Olive does this for fun. It seems like these girls do it for the competition. 

They can’t let her go on. She can’t be judged for being who she is! 

“We’re going backstage.” Tyler says, grabbing her boyfriend’s arm and walking in the direction she remembers Olive going. 

“Right. See ya.”

As they walk, they pass a woman with a headset on who is escorting another little girl down the hallway. 

“Are you authorized to be backstage?” She asks, looking up at Dwayne.

“No.” He states, not giving her a single glance as he holds his girlfriend’s hand.

All around them are little girls crying, whining or lolling about. All their mothers are over-dressed as if they were the ones competing on that stage. There is a little girl standing with her friend as they walk around a corner. 

“Hey, where are the dressing rooms?” Dwayne asks her, never stopping their walk.

“Are you allowed to be here?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Just tell us where the dressing rooms are.” Tyler rolls her eyes.

The girl never answers so they keep walking until they see a sign. She pulls him in that direction, finally reaching their destination. He stands straighter, looking for his mom before gently tugging her toward them. Standing a few feet away from Olive, Sheryl and Richard are talking. They approach and Sheryl smiles at them.

“How you feeling?” She asks him.

“Better. Where’s Olive?”

“She’s there. What’s the matter?” She glances between her son and husband.

Tyler, knowing this is a family matter, walks over to Olive, who is wearing black pants, a white button down shirt with a black vest over it with a red tie, her gold sparkly converse on her feet. She kneels down next to her, rubbing her arm as she squats. 

“Nervous?” She smiles.

“A little.” She admits, looking up at her, unofficially, adopted sister. “What if I’m not good enough?”

“Olive, you’ve been working so hard.” She moves a piece of long hair out of her face. “Grandpa taught you everything you know about this routine. We’re so proud of you for coming this far. It’s scary because all these girls have been doing this for years. But I…” She pauses, knowing she doesn’t want the young girl to be judged for the way she looks. “I believe in you as long as you believe in yourself. Do you?”

The young girl thinks to herself for a moment and nods, looking up at her again. 

“Then I believe you can do this. Just promise me something?” Tyler grins at her. 

“What?” She asks, innocently.

“When you become famous, you don’t forget me. Because I’ll always be your number one fan.” She smiles.

“Really?” Olive’s eyes light up. 

“Always! Even if you decide you want to own a cow farm in the middle of nowhere. I’ll be cheering you on.” She giggles, causing the young girl to smile widely. “Here. Let me do something to your hair.”

She sits straighter as Tyler stands up from her kneeling position. She grabs the hairbrush and starts brushing the top of her hair back, being mindful of the athletic headband. 

“Olive Hoover? Are you the family?” The lady with the headset from earlier calls out. 

Tyler ignores her and puts Olive’s hair into a half updo, braiding the long hair falling from it. She grabs a hair tie just as Sheryl, Richard and Dwayne approach them. As she starts tying off the braid, Sheryl kneels down with a small smile. 

“Thanks, Ty.” She then looks at her daughter. “Olive, it’s time. Okay?”

She nods slightly, letting Tyler finish her hair. 

“We gotta go now.” The lady says, bouncing in her spot. 

“Hold on. Olive, look at me.” Sheryl says, softly. “If you don’t want to do this, that’s okay. If you want to sit this one out, it’s totally fine by us. We’re proud of you anyway.”

The young girl thinks to herself for a moment, ignoring the lady with the headset as she tries to rush them. She then takes off her glasses and puts her top hat on. She stands up and looks up at Tyler who has a smile on her face. The older teenager puts her thumbs up, silently encouraging her. 

“Thanks, Ty.” She smiles, silently informing her that her words helped her decision before taking the assistant's hand. 

They begin to walk away and her family watches nervously. They watch as she gets smaller and smaller.

“Good luck, honey!” Sheryl calls out.

They rush out of the hallway and to the auditorium, where Frank is waiting outside. Wanting to make it to their seats to see the young girl, they run toward the door.

“Is she going on?” Frank asks, running up to them as Sheryl opens the door. 

“She’s going on.” Dwayne says, following his family.

“Yeah.” Richard says at the exact same time as his stepson. 

The five of them rush to their seats, just as the current contestant leaves the stage. Moving to their seats Dwayne, Tyler, Frank, Sheryl then Richard sit down in that order. 

“You’ve been a patient audience tonight! We have one more contestant and then we’ll be crowning our winner! Please give a warm welcome to…” The host says, pulling out a cue card from his pocket. “Miss Olive Hoover!”

The audience starts clapping, but half of them don’t care so they’re half-assed. The young girl slowly steps into the spotlight, glancing around for her family. When she spots them, she looks at the host, waving him over. 

“What’s wrong?” He whispers but she gently tilts the microphone to her mouth. 

“I’d like to dedicate this to my Grandpa, who showed me these moves…” She trails off. 

“Awe! That’s sweet! Is he here? Where’s your Grandpa right now?” He asks, holding the microphone out.

“In the trunk of our car.” She admits, causing the host to laugh nervously, not understanding. 

The room is completely silent while the Hoover family glances around, hoping no one would question her statement. 

“Okay…Well take it away, Olive!” The host says, rushing off the stage. 

She turns away from the audience and waits for the music to start playing. Over the speakers, Super Freak by Rick James starts playing. Tyler’s eyes widen slightly as she glances at her boyfriend who is very confused. Olive starts dancing, putting her hands in the air. Just as the lyrics start, she begins to spank herself as she wiggles her butt. 

Frank nods his head, laughing to himself in disbelief. They should have realized ahead of time that Grandpa was the one that taught her how to dance so it had to be some kind of outrageous routine. Olive turns around and tosses her hat toward the host before she starts walking toward the audience. 

Almost immediately with the beat, she tears her pants off, revealing red shorts. Her family’s eyes widened, realizing what Grandpa had indeed taught her. He taught her to strip as her routine.

“Is she?” Tyler whispers to Dwayne as she watches. 

“Yep…”

She glances around the audience and bites her lip at the only one enjoying this. Miss California is dancing to herself, smiling, excited for Olive’s dancing skills. They decide to just let Olive…be Olive. She’s having fun and she’s smiling up a storm. How can they take this away from her? Some girls get up and start walking out of the auditorium, angering Dwayne and Tyler.      

This seven year old is having fun just being herself and they’re going to leave? What the hell? People start yelling insults at the young girl who continues to dance, confused. 

“What are they doing?” Frank asks, angrily. “I’ll kill them.”

Wanting his niece to feel better, he stands up and begins to clap to the beat of the music. At this moment, Olive takes off her tie and rips off her shirt, revealing a black tank top, continuing her dance. Richard stands up and begins to clap with his brother-in-law, knowing his daughter is having fun. Sheryl stands up and starts clapping, following her husband’s involvement. 

Tyler, smiling to herself, stands up and dances to herself, excited about the random turn that this trip had taken. Dwayne also leaves his seat, and starts throwing his fist in the air, dancing along as well. Embarrassed and angry, Ms. Jenkins stands up from the judges table and walks over to Richard and Sheryl. 

“What is your daughter doing?” 

Richard grins and continues to clap. “She’s kicking ass - is what she’s doing.”

Ms. Jenkins did not like his answer. She walks straight over to Kirby, who is manning the sound booth, dancing slightly. 

“Turn it off!” She yells at him. 

“What?”  

“Turn the music off!”

“What?” He yells back, pretending not to hear her and turns the music up. 

The audience is split. Some mothers and daughters are leaving, not wanting to watch the seven year old dance, while others like Miss California and a Biker are bobbing their heads, enjoying the show. Ms. Jenkins walks straight to the host and demands him to get off the stage. 

“Hey! Don’t you touch her!” He yells before rushing to the stage.

Sheryl gasps and covers her mouth, moving toward the aisle. Frank and Dwayne, who gently pushed past his girlfriend, rush to each side of the stage to be there in case Richard gets overtaken. Richard leaps on the stage as the host tries to grab Olive’s arm. He jumps on his back and practically piggy-back rides him until they get to the side of the stage. 

“Keep dancing, honey!” He calls out to his daughter who is slightly frightened. 

She glances toward her mother and Tyler who are both standing in the aisle with smiles on their faces. She continues her routine, still nervous. Richard disentangles himself from the host and shrugs off stagehands, watching his daughter dance. 

“Get your daughter off the stage now!” Ms. Jenkins snaps. “I will not have her ruin my show!”

He hesitates and nods, understanding where she’s coming from. He sighs and starts walking  onto the stage, calling her name. Olive continues to dance but looks up at her father confused. He then glances toward the judge who is staring at him. Not wanting to hurt his daughter’s feelings, he grins to himself and puts his hands behind his head, flapping them.

He’s dancing! Tyler and Sheryl start laughing as they realize what’s going on. He’s not getting her off the stage! On his face is a large, defiant, fuck-you smile as he looks at Ms. Jenkins as he continues to dance with his daughter. Enjoying this new kind of Richard, Frank jumps onto the stage and starts dancing as well, smirking at the angry lady at the side of the stage. 

Following his uncle’s lead, Dwayne jumps onto the stage. He looks at his girlfriend before putting his fists out and thrusting his hips, a serious yet funny look on his face.

Tyler and Sheryl laugh even harder at the sight before them as Kirby turns the music all the way up to ten. Her mother figure looks at her with a wide smile. 

“Come on.”

“Me too?” Tyler raises an eyebrow, slightly confused. 

“You’re family, aren’t you?” Sheryl grins.

She then grabs the teenager's arm before they both run to the stage, running straight toward Olive who is smiling widely at them. Together, the six of them dance to the music in random and embarrassing ways. Dwayne even grabs his girlfriend’s hand and twirls her around in a circle before dipping her, both laughing. 

Suddenly the rest of the family, including Olive, hold hands, forming a circle around the couple, as they begin to jump around. Soon the music comes to an end and the family is laughing until they realize the room is almost completely silent. They look around, nervously until Miss California and Kirby, along with random audience members clap for their performance. 

They giggle slightly before smiling as the biker that Richard talked with earlier that afternoon stands up. 

“Yeah!!” He throws his hands up. “Alright!!!”

Turns out Ms. Jenkins called the police. The family are sitting outside the hotel office, embarrassed. Sheryl and Tyler are looking around the hallway while Richard, Frank and Dwayne are staring down at the floor. Olive is still in her costume, swinging her legs, still not understanding what happened. While they wait for the officer to talk to Ms. Jenkins, Tyler elbows Sheryl, capturing her attention. 

The older woman looks down at her, raising an eyebrow. Tilting her head, Tyler gestures discreetly toward a box sitting on a table a few feet away. Inside are pageant materials - trophies, sashes, and tiaras. Both females smirk at one another, a plan forming in their minds. A few seconds later, the office door opens and the officer walks out, putting his hands on his hips. 

“Okay, you’re out. On the condition that you never enter your daughter in a beauty pageant in the state of California again.” He glances between each family member. “Ever.”

Frank nods and looks toward his sister, “I think we can live with that…”

Sheryl shakes her head in disbelief but nods. “Alright.”

He lets them stand but turns away, not catching Tyler grabbing something from the box on the table. They all walk out to the bus, bags in their hands. Richard had fixed the door earlier than he called the funeral home so it’s attached to the car once again. He opens the trunk and everyone notices that Grandpa is gone, leaving only the hospital sheet. 

“Olive…” Richard says, folding it up. “Grandpa would’ve been really proud of you.”

“Yeah! You were great!” Sheryl says, kissing her head. 

“You were beyond great.” Frank continues, smiling. 

“You were incredible.” Dwayne says, grinning as he helps put the bags in the trunk.

“You were the best one there!” Tyler says, kneeling in front of her. “Which is why…”

She pulls out the item she stole from the beauty pageant box. A tiara. Olive gasps loudly and covers her mouth. Richard, Frank and Dwayne are shocked by the item in her hand but Sheryl and Tyler are grinning up a storm, their plan complete. 

“Ty! Where did you get that?” The seven year old asks, looking at her.

“I told you I believed in you as long as you believe in yourself. And you did so your mom and I decided to do something special for you, knowing you should have won.” She says, not telling her the truth that they stole it. 

“Thank you!!” She throws her arms around the teenager’s neck, hugging her tight.

She laughs and hugs her, pressing a kiss against her temple. 

“Come on, Miss Hoover…” Tyler says, putting the tiara on her head. “Your chariot awaits!”

Once again, they all are forced to push the bus since there is no hill. Richard climbs in first with Olive jumping in a second later, scooting to the window as she makes sure her tiara is on her head. Laughing, Sheryl runs and jumps in, always loving the adrenaline. As the bus rolls, they start approaching another toll booth where Ms. Jenkins is handing over her pass. 

Frank jumps into the seat next to Olive without Dwayne's help. Tyler laughs and runs around the bus, grabbing onto her boyfriend’s uncle’s hands as he helps her into the bus. Just before they hit Ms. Jenkin’s car, Dwayne jumps in and Richard drives the bus around the toll building into the opposite toll gate bar, breaking it into pieces. 

The family laughs at the look at the woman’s face as they drive by. They all calm down, still smiling at the day's events. Everything started off shitty with Grandpa passing away and them stealing his body but ended with the family finally coming together as one. Richard realized that his family is way more important than his stupid Nine Steps. 

Frank realized that he does have someone who cares about him. His own family who he didn’t see for years. The young teenagers are finally together and are happily in love. Olive and Sheryl are almost the same, just happy that everything is amazing. On their ride to the next hotel, Richard glances in the rearview mirror to see Dwayne with his arm around Tyler’s shoulder as they look out the side window. 

“Dwayne, Ty, I don’t want grandkids yet. So if you two are going to continue to sleep in the same bed, be careful.”

Their faces immediately turn beat red, blushing at his words, knowing they're not ready for that stage in their relationship yet.

“Richard!” Sheryl laughs. “They’re only been together for a day! Let them enjoy their relationship before you start talking about grandkids. Besides, Frank is going to be in the room!”

“He won’t always be there!” He laughs, glancing back at the kids who are hiding their faces in embarrassment but they’re still smiling. 

“Wait!” Olive turns around to look at her brother and his girlfriend. “You’re dating?!”

Dwayne nods, grinning down at Tyler who looks up at him. He leans down and kisses her head, holding her close to him. 

“Now, who wants ice cream?” Richard glances into the rearview mirror.

The next day, the Hoover family are home, relaxing after their adventure. Frank is in the living room with Olive, helping her come up with a different routine she could do for a pageant. Sheryl is helping Richard find an actual job so he can stop all these ‘get rich quick’ scams. Tyler and Dwayne are in his bedroom - the door wide open - as they read together. 

He’s up leaning against the headboard, reading a book that his girlfriend had on the windowsill. Tyler is laying between his legs with her head against his chest, reading her own book. His fingers are running through her hair as he looks away from his book. He grins to himself, happy that Frank helped him gain the courage to ask her out. 

“I love you.” He whispers, watching her.

She looks up, a smile appearing on her face. “I love you too, Dwayne.”

He leans down and kisses her forehead, holding her close to him as he looks back at his book, content with his life now.

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Dwayne Hoover 💖

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PAUL DANO AS DWAYNE HOOVER LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE (2006), dir. Jonathan Dayton & Valerie Faris

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[theehoneeybee]

An Evening Coffee

pairing: Edward Nashton/gn!reader warnings: stalking, obsession, swearing, implied kidnapping? the riddler is just a silly goose word count: 1.0k

part one

synopsis: Edward's obsession only grows stronger the more you pull away from him. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ a/n: thank you for the love on the previous fic <;3 also don't forget my requests are open teehee ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

After Edward had left your apartment you were quick to draw all the curtains, triple checking that the front door was locked. To be extra safe, you heaved the coffee table in front of the door to barricade yourself in.

He knew where you lived.

The hairs on your arm stood up straight, alert. The air in your apartment weighed on your shoulders, unable to escape the feeling of dread that surrounded you. You drowned in fear. How did he know where you lived? Had he been here before? Was he still here now?

You didn't have a second of peace, your brain swarming with questions. Everything began to make sense. The feeling of being watched and followed, and of course, the card.

You wanted to move apartment, to run away and hide where he could never find you, but there was one small problem. Edward still had your laptop.

You stayed awake all night, forcing yourself to keep your eyes open. Caffeine and anxiety fuelled you as you stalked from room to room, unable to sit still, frantically checking that you were alone in the apartment. Was it even worth informing the police? You had no physical proof that Edward had done anything and the Gotham police were useless. They would just tell you, "we'll look into it," then you would never hear from them again.

The alarm from your phone blared in your ear. You don't remember falling asleep. You shot straight up, eyes snapping open as you scanned around your room. It was time for you to go to work.

Each time a customer came through the door a shiver ran down your spine, anticipating Edward's arrival. The night dragged. You anxiously stared at the clock, watching as the seconds ticked by all too slowly.

"Evening," Edward greeted you as he came through the door, the bell chiming behind him. You tried your best to keep a straight face, to keep the fear at bay.

"Evening."

He gently sets your laptop down on the counter. "I'll just have a coffee tonight," a kind smile adorned his lips as he spoke to you. How could he look you in the eyes and act like nothing was wrong? You couldn't help the shaking in your hands as your poured his coffee. "Well, I was able to get the virus off your laptop. Like you said, it was just something you got from a dodgy site."

You nodded, mumbling a thank you as your grabbed your laptop to put it away. Had Edward been the one to mess with your laptop? Part of you knew that would make sense, that is was the logical thing to think, but the way he looked at you almost had you convinced otherwise. Almost.

"You should be more careful, you know," Edward advised. "Try not to use those sites in the future. You never know what could happen. There's some dangerous people out there." His clear glasses gleamed in the light.

He wouldn't leave fast enough. Edward took his sweet time, sipping his coffee and scribbling his answers in a crossword puzzle. You watched him cautiously from across the diner, avoiding eye contact whenever he would glance your way. When Edward finally left, you let out a sigh of relief. A weight was lifted from your shoulders, not having to worry about him for the rest of your shift.

You scurried home, eager to get out of the dark and into the safety of your apartment. The illusion of safety, at least. Before you went to bed that night you messaged your manager, begging to be switched to the day shift. It would be too hard to find a new job on such short notice, so changing your shifts would be the quickest way to deter Edward. It was hard to fall asleep. No position seemed comfortable or safe. On your side, it left your back exposed, vulnerable to the world. You tossed and turned for the rest of the night, every little noise of the city waking you from your sleep.

You thought the switch to day shift kept Edward at bay. Aside from the feeling of being watched, you had not seen or heard from him. You asked your co-worker who took over the night shift if she had seen him, brown hair and clear frames, you described. Nothing.

Even your laptop was completely fine. The black screen and flashing question mark never appeared again but you still felt a level of unease using it, covering up your webcam with tape, just in case.

After a long day, all you wanted to do was rot in bed. One of your co-workers called out last minute, leaving you to cover them until someone else could come in. The rest of the evening you had spent running errands. Hauling all of your groceries onto the subway was no easy task.

You shuffled into your dark apartment, unable to flick on the light just yet as you carried your bags into the kitchen. They smacked onto the countertop with a loud thud. Your bedroom light was still on. Odd, you thought. You could've sworn you had turned it off. Electricity isn't cheap after all.

As you entered your bedroom, someone sprung out from the darkness, making you jump with fright. You hadn't spotted Edward in the corner, shrouded in the shadows. He towered over you, his eyes obscured by his glasses. You slowly backed away from him, until you were pressed up against the wall. He stood inches away from you.

"I missed you," Edward cooed. "You stopped working the night shift."

Your bottom lip trembled, fists balled against your sides as you stared up into his green eyes. Before you could utter a word, he spoke again.

"I just wanted to see you. You caught onto me hacking your laptop pretty quickly. You're a smart one." So he was the one who tampered with your computer.

"Please just leave me alone," your voice trembled as you spoke. For someone who used to seem so meek, Edward was making you shake with fear. His hand came up to cup your face, his thumb running across your bottom lip. You swallowed. He leaned down, his face centimetres yours.

"Don't think you can get away from me that easily."

You were his.

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𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔞 𝔭𝔬𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔯 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔢𝔪𝔬 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢

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[420korn]

BY THE SEA

⛧ when you and dwayne leave the dreadful beauty pageant to get some fresh air some things spill out, more than intended for the day.

- no warnings!! maybe mild cursing

(dwayne x fem! reader)

as you and dwayne flop on the worn-out chairs in the random room you two stumbled in you sighed.

this whole roadtrip that dwayne basically begged you to go on was chaotic to say the least. his grandpa passed away, he found out he couldn’t fly jets, that damn horn on the car wouldn’t shut up, but you still were there for dwayne.

you really liked dwayne. it was a miracle that he actually allowed you to talk to him and become somewhat apart of his life. he didn’t let anyone do that. you had to admit you have a crush on him. but you knew he didn’t like you, most definitely not.

you snapped out of your hazy thoughts as two little girls ran across the hall. giggling in puffy skirts, tons of makeup they didn’t need, and reeking of fake spray tan mixed with strong fruity perfume.

you had already had enough of that shit after seeing a room full of girls who looked like that. as you were about to sit up and ask dwayne to leave he spoke for you

“let’s get out of here.”

“yes please. my head hurts from all the colors.”

-🦇

you two ended up on the pier, watching as the waves clashed with each other and people screaming with joy. you smiled to yourself.

you took a glance at dwayne, knowing that it was stupid because if you looked you wouldn’t be able to pry your eyes away.

you looked at his dyed jet black hair flowing in the wind, his shirt going in all different directions as he leaned up against the wood.

he finally looked up at you, feeling the pair of admiring eyes on him.

“what?” he said with a grin

“nothing.. im sorry for everything that happened today. it’s been fucking crazy.”

“it’s okay really. im sorry for making you come with me. if i knew it was gonna be this bad i wouldn’t have even thought you should’ve came.”

“no it’s okay! im happy i came. im happy i was able to comfort you..” you said taking a risk with this response.

dwayne’s face slightly heated up at this comment, even if the winds made it as cold as ever.

“i have a question though..why did you ask for me to come?”

dwayne’s face heated up even more. he thought it was obvious why he asked for you to come, why he said if you came he would go. dwayne was head over heels for you. you both had the same music taste, sense of humor, style, and he thought you were stunning. the way you tried so hard to adjust to him and his calmer life style made him even more in love.

he honestly didn’t know whether to hide his admiration by making a quick white lie..or to truly show his feelings.

dwayne stared down at the ocean with one thing on his mind ‘fuck it’.

now dwayne would never have this type of confidence, but some random talk with his uncle frank about how you only live once, and to do whatever you want and fuck the rest, got him to change his thinking

“i thought it would be obvious.” he said trying to make it subtle.

“what do you mean?” you said confused.

“i like you.”

it was silent..the wind blowing across the sea becoming louder and louder as dwayne looked and read your face.

nothing…

but then..a shy smile. he didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until he let out a deep sigh.

“really?”

“yeah..i’ve liked you for a while ya know..”

you smiled even harder at him, more red and pink tints filling your cheeks. he was trying hard to not smile but couldn’t help it.

“youre so cute” you said focusing on his eyes.

he looked down, embarrassed by how hot his face was.

you slowly crept over to him, closing the distance between you two. you reached for his hand on the railing and held his pinky with your own, not wanting to move too quickly.

he picked himself up off the railing looking at you for a moment and back to the ocean

that’s when he felt a pair of lips softly kiss his cheeks, the gloss in which covered your lips definitely staining it. he looked down at you, a grin on your face.

“you ready to go inside?” you said now taking his hand in yours.

>🎱🐼📖

THATS IT!!! bro i know months ago i said i would post more, BUT I HAD NO IDEAS. this just came to mind when i was randomly watching little miss sunshine for the 20th time. plzplzplz request some stuff so i can have motivation to post and have good ideas PLEASE!!!!

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[just-call-me-angel]

Little Miss Loser

Chapter 8 - Room 12

Warnings: "there's only one bed" except there's actually two, Frank plays matchmaker, Richard is an idiot, etc

Authors Note: I've said this a billion times all ready but I was once again struggling to get this chapter out because Eli Brooks and Timothy Klitz are rotting my brain at all times. I did enjoy writing this chapter though! It just took me a bit to get it all finished! I hope you guys enjoy it though <3

Summary: Day one of the road trip comes to a close and when Reader ends up sharing a room with Dwayne and Frank at the motel, Frank takes this as the perfect opportunity to play matchmaker.

Ao3

Chapters: || 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 ||

There was really only one thing you hated more than listening to Richard talk all his bullshit—complete fucking silence. It drove you absolutely insane. It wasn’t comforting in the way that Dwayne’s quiet nature was. It was debilitating—made you feel like the world was closing in around you.

And for all the noise you usually tended to make you couldn’t for the life of you bring yourself to break the silence this time. You were always so good at filling space with noise and yet in the moments where you needed it most, you found yourself choking on air.  It was sort of ironic if you thought about it.

You’d dealt with it since you were a kid—since the very first time someone told you that you were too loud—too wild—too much. God, you couldn’t even count how many times you’d wound up giving yourself a panic attack because you suddenly convinced yourself that you were taking up far too much space in the world. 

The worst part about the silence surrounding you right now was that you couldn’t escape it. You were trapped in the back seat between Olive and Dwayne. Olive—bless her soul—was fast asleep curled up against your side blissfully unaware of the absolute panic you were drowning in and Dwayne was reading his book.

It doesn’t take long— it never did—for Dwayne to notice something was wrong. 

He shifts beside you, closing his book and flipping to an empty page of his notepad, quickly writing something down before tapping your shoulder. It took you a second to react, squinting at the paper, “Too quiet?” 

At this point, you were pretty sure Dwayne could secretly read minds.

You didn’t even bother trying to deny it, giving a small nod as you lean against his side, careful not to wake Olive as you move. Dwayne moves with you, shifting to make sure you’re comfortable before he drags his little backpack up off of the floor, digging through it for a moment before he finally pulls out a beaten-up little CD player and a pair of headphones. 

He connects the headphones and sets the player in your lap, lifting the headphones up over your head, smiling fondly at you when he pulls them down over your ears. The world is silent for only a moment longer before music surrounds you with a click of a button. 

Your body relaxes instantly, as you rest your head on Dwayne’s shoulder, whispering a quiet, “Thank you.”

He nods, a little smile playing on his lips as he leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead. It doesn’t surprise you as much as one might think it would—but you knew better than most that Dwayne was actually quite affectionate when he felt comfortable with someone—still, the show of affection does make your face go a little red. He picks his book back up after a minute, flipping it to the page he’d left off on as he settles into his seat with you at his side. 

Hours later, the bus stops for the night and you have never in your life been so excited to see a shitty little motel—you’d been stuck in the car for what felt like years and as much as you loved the Hoover family, you desperately wanted to get out of the stuffy old bus you’d all been packed into. 

You weren’t even listening to a word Richard or Sheryl were saying as everyone exited the bus. 

Your legs were fucking numb and your neck ached from having fallen asleep leaning on Dwayne’s shoulder and you just really wanted to get to your room so you could escape the awkward silence that was still hanging in the air around Richard and Sheryl. You are offered a moment of respite from the bickering adults when they leave you all waiting at the bus to get the room keys. 

You stand behind Dwayne, arms curled around his waist as you press your face into the back of his shirt, mumbling complaints about how much your legs hurt. You can feel the soft inhale of him laughing under his breath as he shifts to rest his hands over your arms and you squeeze his waist a little harder, continuing to grumble to him.

“You alright kid?” Frank chuckles, standing off to your left, helping Edwin pull everyone’s luggage from the trunk. 

You huff, turning your head just enough that you can look at him as you grumble, “I’m never getting back into that bus again.” 

Edwin grunts in agreement and Frank snorts rolling his eyes as he sets your duffle bag next to you, along with Dwayne's. Olive appears at your side, tugging on your shirt and pouting, “But what about my pageant? Don’t you want to see me perform?” 

It’s honestly unfair how easily your grumbly resolve shatters at the pleading look Olive gives you—you’d let her get away with murder at this point if she gave you those big puppy dog eyes. You look down at her and frown, slowly pulling away from Dwayne—-you don’t say a word when he squeezes your arms in retaliation before finally letting you go with a heavy sigh. 

“Course I wanna see you perform Oli, I was just being dramatic is all,” you promise, earning an immediate smile from Olive, “but you might have to carry me to the bus in the morning, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it otherwise.” you tease, ruffling her hair with a laugh. 

She pouts again, scrunching up her nose as she swats your hand away, “I can’t carry you!” 

You tilt your head at her and grin, “Why not?”

Frank joins in quickly, “I thought you said you were tough Olive?”

Olive frowns, crossing her arms and sticking her tongue at you both, “I am! But I’m not big enough to do that—make Dwayne do it instead!” 

“Fair point, maybe I will have Dwayne do it.” You cackle, pulling her in for a hug as Dwayne watches you both in amusement, “You’ll carry me to the car tomorrow right Dwayne?” 

Dwayne rolls his eyes and shrugs just as his parents return with the room keys. Sheryl makes a very obvious point to ignore her husband as he walks next to her and she gestures for everyone to follow her towards the motel.

Olive lets go of you quickly, grabbing her little rolling suitcase before rushing off after her parents. You huff, dragging your feet a bit as you pick up your duffel bag and walk beside Dwayne as he smirked a bit at you, clearly a little amused by your dramatic whining.

Sheryl guides everyone along a row of doors on the second level of the motel, stopping in front of a door marked with a rusted 11 on the front, “Alright we will be in this room, grandpa you’re in room 13–” 

“Mom can I stay with grandpa!”

Sheryl looks down at Olive and shrugs, “Honey that’s up to him–”

Olive turns quickly to her grandfather and doesn’t even have to say a word before he smiles at her, “ I got two beds—plus you could still use some rehearsing.”

Olive beams, “That's what I was thinking.”

“Okay now that's settled,” Sheryl smiles, though you can see it’s a little strained from the stress of the day,” Frank you’re in 12 with Dwayne and (Y/N)” 

“Sheryl we shouldn’t be encouraging two teens to be alone together like this—”

“Richard.” Sheryl exhales turning to her husband with a sharp look, “They have had sleepovers before. It’s fine—besides Frank will be there too.” Richard opens his mouth to argue but seems to think better of it, going quiet as he looks down at his feet. 

You don’t bother to mention that your mom had specifically requested that you don’t spend so much alone time with Dwayne—you hadn’t really intended on listening anyways. 

Sheryl sighs after a moment, shaking her head as she passes the room key to Frank, “If you need anything, we’ll be in room 11” 

Frank accepts the keys, holding his sister's hand for a moment, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he smiles, “We’ll be fine Sher,” he pauses, giving Richard a cheeky grin, “And don’t worry I’ll make sure there’s no funny business with the youths.” 

You snort, instantly jumping in to join Frank in his mischief, “Don’t worry Mr.H I only dabble in funny business on Thursdays.” You pause, shrugging, “and sometimes on Sundays but that’s only if the stars are aligned in a certain way.” Dwayne snorts beside you as you beam at Richard, knowing damn well he can’t say a word without getting himself into more trouble with his wife.

Sheryl rolls her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips as she steps towards you and Dwayne, pulling both of you into a hug. Dwayne tries to pull away, grumbling a bit when he realizes it’s pointless and you lean into the hug, giggling at the futile struggle of your friend. She pulls away after a second, pressing a kiss to Dwayne’s forehead, ignoring the way her son makes a face about it. 

“Goodnight”

You beam, squeezing her hand as she pulls away from Dwayne and leans to press a kiss to your forehead as well, “Night Mrs. H” 

She hums, and you’re surprised that she doesn’t tell you to call her by her first name like she usually does but you don’t say a word about it as she pulls away to hug Olive. Frank taps your shoulder and gestures for you and Dwayne to follow him to your room. He fumbles for a second with the lock before it clicks and he shoves the door open with a rather loud creak.

You barely make it two steps into the room before tossing your duffle bag to the side and diving onto one of the beds with a squeal as you hit the springy mattress. You hear Frank laugh as he shuts the door behind him and Dwayne stands at the end of the bed just staring at you with a small smile. 

“Alright you hooligans, I want you exactly 5 feet apart at all times” 

You sit up slightly, leaning on your elbows to look at Frank with a cheeky grin. He stares back at you, arms crossed as he feigns a look of disapproval. Dwayne shakes his head and sits down at the end of the bed, making it shift a bit under you. 

Frank’s act doesn’t last long and after a minute he throws his hands in the air with a dramatic sigh, “Well I give up.” 

You giggle, “Don’t worry I’ll keep the shenanigans to a minimum.” 

“Much appreciated,” Frank snorts and tosses his bag onto the other bed, “Just don’t tell Richard or he’ll call me a loser again.” 

You lift one arm up slightly giving Frank a mock salute, “Scouts honor, he’ll never find out, right Dwayne?” You turn to your friend, beaming at him as his lips twitch slightly and he shrugs. 

Frank laughs and after a minute you roll off of the bed, standing quickly and grabbing your duffle bag off of the ground, “You mind if I change first?” Frank shakes his head and Dwayne shrugs as you thank them quietly and shuffle towards the bathroom. 

You exit the bathroom after a few minutes, having changed into a pair of pale pink pajama shorts and a baggy T-shirt with a faded graphic of Van Gogh’s sunflower painting—once again it’s a shirt you had stolen from Dwayne—he’d gotten it during a field trip to an art museum—he denied of course that he’d picked the shirt specifically because he knew it had your favorite painting printed on it.

Frank nods at you with a smile as he shuffles past you to enter the bathroom. Dwayne lays across the bed closest to the door, silently reading his book, only looking up when you toss your duffel to the floor at the end of the bed. He stares at you, brows furrowing as he squints at your shirt. 

He sets his book down across his lap and points at your shirt and then at himself and you grin.” Are you accusing me of stealing your shirt again?” he raises a brow at you and you giggle flopping down onto the bed, “because if you were, you’d be right.” 

Dwayne rolls his eyes as you settle at his side and you beam at him, “Besides I know for a fact you picked this shirt because of me anyways.” He goes a bit red at the accusation but doesn't get the chance to deny it as his uncle pokes his head out of the bathroom.

“So listen, I have a really bad habit of kicking in my sleep and I’d really hate to accidentally push Dwayne off of the bed so would you guys be fine sharing the other bed instead?”

Dwayne freezes next to you, glancing up at his uncle as the older man gives him an amused smile as if he knows something that you don’t. You hardly flinch at the suggestion, you often sleepover at Dwayne’s house, and most of the time you wound up passing out curled up next to him in bed while watching a movie together—you try to ignore the fact that you always wake up a little flustered with his arms curled around your waist, holding you against his chest 

Finally, you shrug, “I mean we already broke the 5 feet rule, what’s the harm in breaking another.”

“See that’s the spirit,” Frank chuckles, “Just remember, no funny business.” he grins—you pretend not to notice the wink he gives Dwayne as you grin back, saluting him as you had before. Frank stands there for a moment, just grinning cheekily before finally going back into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

You shake your head, smiling to yourself as you look over at Dwayne and nudge his arm, “You okay tough guy?” 

He doesn’t look at you at first, staring daggers into the back of his uncle's head through the partially open door of the bathroom. You nudge him again, this time a little harder and he turns slowly to you, face a bit flushed when you repeat your question.

He shrugs and before you can say another word you hear yelling through the wall which makes you flinch a bit. It’s muffled enough that you can only just barely hear what’s being said but you immediately recognize the distinct voices of Richard and Sheryl. 

Dwayne tilts his head a bit as if listening to a little closer to the yelling and despite your own distaste and discomfort for the drama of it all you find yourself leaning a bit closer to the wall as well in an attempt to hear better. You only catch bits of it—you couldn’t help finding a bit of joy in hearing Richard get his ass handed to him by Sheryl—occasionally you turn to Dwayne making faces when Richard says something particularly foolish. 

Frank pokes his head out of the bathroom after a moment, brows furrowed when he too hears the muffled shouting of his sister and brother-in-law in the room next door. His gaze flicks to where you sit next to Dwayne, head resting delicately on his shoulder as the two of you listen to the private arguments of Sheryl and Richard. 

He frowns, “Don’t listen to all that—Come on why don’t you watch something instead.” he leans out into the main area, swiping the remote off of the little dresser on which a small box TV rests, flicking it on to a random channel before tossing the remote onto the mattress at your feet. You jump a little when it hits your leg but don’t move to grab it, hardly glancing at the scene crackling on the screen. 

Frank smiles awkwardly and nods, holding his toothbrush up, “I’m gonna go brush my teeth.”  you smile back equally as awkward as he turns to enter the bathroom once more, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him. 

Dwayne remains still beside you at first before rolling his eyes at you and leaning forward to grab the remote, turning the TV off again with an annoyed huff, tossing the remote to the other bed as he falls back into the bed beside you, bringing his arms up to fold behind his head.

The argument persists —“Fuck the nine steps Richard—It’s over! Forget it!---I never want to hear of the nine steps again—”

There is a beat of silence and then before you can stop yourself you snort, leaning up on your elbow to peer at Dwayne, watching the slow smile that spreads across his face, bringing a flush to his cheeks. 

You bob your head to the side, wrinkling your nose at him and giggling as you playfully smack his chest, “Oh don’t look so excited you little shit—” 

He shrugs and rolls his eyes, sighing contently as he hears his mother and step fater fall silent for a time. You don’t fault him one bit for feeling delighted by the downfall of his step father’s relationship with his mother—though it stings a bit with your parents divorce still being finalized. 

Frank leaves the bathroom and you have to tap Dwayne’s shoulder to make sure he gets up to go change as well. He grumbles at first, swatting at your hand when you poke his side as he drags himself up off the bed and shuffles to the bathroom. 

When he returns he remains in the same yellow shirt and a pair of black and grey pajama pants. He lays immediatly at  your side and huffs as he falls into the pillows and you giggle as the bed shifts a bit beneath you. Frank watches the two of you carefully and as he curls into his own bed you are struck with the feeling again that he knows something that you don’t.----it reminds you once more of Edwin’s words; “kid’s got it bad for you, we all see it.”

It doesn’t take long for Frank to fall asleep—his loud snoring is a pretty clear sign that he’s out like a light–-while you remain awake, curled up next to Dwayne, his chest facing your back. You’re tired—in fact, you’re fucking exhausted not that you’re laying in an actual bed—yet you find yourself fighting sleep.

You wondered if Dwayne was awake—silently struggling to sleep like you were—or if he was peacefully asleep blissfully unaware of the fact that you were wide awake. 

You let your mind wander, hoping it will distract you long enough that you’ll tire yourself out and finally be able to sleep. You think about the past few hours since you left your home early this morning—your father’s warm hug—your mother’s cold shoulder—Edwin being his usual troublemaking self—having ice cream with Olive—the bus breaking down—the old most kiss with Dwayne—joking with Frank and teasing Richard—Edwin’s advice—-Dwayne instantly knowing how to comfort you—it all turns over in your head on repeat, rewinding over one memory in particular.

The almost kiss—the way Dwayne’s face got all flushed—the way his eyes fell to your lips—the way held one of your hands like he was afraid of letting you go—the way he leaned in just slightly before stopping himself—

Alright–maybe letting your thoughts wander wasn’t the best option. 

You huff and Dwayne shifts a bit behind you, one arm slipping over your side, hand resting warm against your hip. You go still and whisper quietly, “Dwayne?” 

The only response you get is a low hum and the brush of his fingertips over your hip bone. You smile to yourself and slowly roll over to face him, his hand lifting for a moment until you settle back down and he rests his hand on your hip again. You blink rapidly until your eyes adjust to the dim lighting and you can see faintly see Dwane facing you with his eyes half-closed. 

“Dwayne,”

His nose scrunches up and he hums, shaking his head as he curls his hand around your back, 

pulling you a little closer and making you laugh quietly.

You lift your hand to his face, poking his cheek and whispering more insistently, “Dwayne–” 

He grumbles, swatting at your hand until it falls between the two of you as he slowly opens his eyes and glares at you. You don’t need his notepad to be able to figure out that he’s telling you to go to bed. You giggle and close your eyes, lip twitching as you try to stop smiling.

You last barely a few seconds in silence before you start giggling again and he sighs heavily, pinching your side. You exhale, “Okay—okay—” you laugh breathlessly between your words, as you squeeze your eyes shut and try to relax again. You hear him sigh—you show a little mercy by not teasing him when you catch him smiling despite his attempt to seem annoyed. 

You manage to relax a bit—you aren’t sure if you’re ready to admit that it might be because you’ve got Dwayne’s arm over your side, fingers tracing soothing circles over your lower back. 

You do it without thinking–-your hand moves to the side of Dwayne’s face, fingers combing back his hair and brushing over his round cheeks. Dwayne jolts slightly, eyes opening in an instant as he furrows his brows at you, clearly confused by your actions.

You smile feeling suddenly very shy as you cup his cheek and whisper quietly, “I’m glad I came with you on this trip.” 

Dwayne stares at you and although you can’t see it, you know he’s blushing—his cheek is warm against your palm. He looks like he wants to say something—and for a moment you almost think he’s about to break his 9-month vow—instead, he offers you a sheepish smile and a soft hum in agreement. 

It takes you a minute to stop staring at him—eyes catching on his when they wander to your lips again—all it would take is a second for you to just close the gap—-you wonder if he’d stop you if you tried. You don’t give yourself the chance to find out, instead, you pinch his cheek, grinning at him when he pouts, and you move your hand away from his face, resting it on his side—mimicking the way he gently holds your hip. 

“Night tough guy,” 

You don’t need him to speak for you to know what he’s thinking as he hums quietly—you can almost hear his voice in your head teasingly mumbling, ‘Goodnight smartass’---- you laugh, quiet and airy as you close your eyes, curling a little close to him until you’ve got your head tucked under his chin. It takes barely a few seconds for you to start drifting off, lulled to sleep by the sound of Dwayne’s heartbeat and his hand on your side, fingers still absently tracing over your hip. 

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Ray of Sunshine-Dwayne Hoover-Chapter 6

Summary: Seventeen-year-olds Dwayne Hoover and Tyler Walker (or Ty as she’s affectionately known in the Hoover house) have been best friends since they were born. His mom and her mom are best friends too, so they had every chance to be together. They only have each other and are madly in love. However, the other person doesn’t know about their friend’s feelings. Will a chaos filled trip to California for his little sister’s beauty pageant allow these feelings to surface and let the childhood friends become more or will the the inseparable duo keep them bottled inside, not wanting to risk that cherished friendship that’s always been a little more?

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Language, Talk of Underage Sex, Mentions of Attempted Suicide - not by Dwayne or OC, Fat Shaming of a Seven Year Old, Absent Parent, Death of Character - Not Dwayne or OC, ALL Warnings for the movie apply to this series!

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A/N: I’ve been waiting to post this since I asked for 5 comments and I only got a few. I wanted to get this series finished so here’s a chapter. This is a big one! Feedback gets us to write more!:]

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Third Person POV

After stopping at a McDonald’s for dinner, the Hoover family plus one are ready to relax for the rest of the night. Richard walks to the front desk and checks them in, only getting three bedrooms, two of which have two double beds. When he comes back, everyone grabs their bags from the trunk before making their way up the stairs toward the rooms. 

“Here’s eleven. Frank, you’re twelve.” Sheryl says, turning around to hand him the key. “And Grandpa’s thirteen.”

He smiles down at her before walking toward the room.

“Mom? Can I sleep with Grandpa?” Olive says, glancing up at her. 

“Well, you’ll have to ask Grandpa.” She answers, looking at each room number.

“I got two beds. You could still use some rehearsing.” He says, following behind them.

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.” She says, smiling up at him. 

“Alright everybody. We have a long day tomorrow. So, I’ll knock on your doors at 7 am. That means no lollygagging! We have to be packed and on the road by 7:40.” Richard says as everyone stops at their doors. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with Ty staying with you guys?” Sheryl asks, looking over at her brother. 

“Of course. It would be weird otherwise.” He shrugs, putting his plan into motion as he opens the door. 

“Thanks, Frank.” Tyler whispers, bumping in with her elbow before walking into the bedroom.

Everyone says their good nights before all three doors close. Tyler turns around to look at the two men in the room. 

“Do you care if I use the shower first?”

Dwayne shakes his head but his uncle voices his opinion.

“No, go right ahead.”

“Thank you!” She says, rushing toward the second door in the room. 

The two guys put their bags down and sit on their claimed beds, facing each other. Dwayne knows she loves the right side of the bed so he doesn’t even have to ask her what side she wants. Frank waits for the shower to start before looking at his nephew. 

“Dwayne, can we talk?”

The younger male raises an eyebrow before nodding at him. 

“Do you like Tyler?”

The younger boy pulls out his notepad and writes a few simple words that almost pains him for writing. 

‘She’s my best friend.’

“No. I don’t mean in the friend way. Do you LIKE her?” Frank says, holding the notepad out to him. 

He doesn’t take it as he freezes in his spot and looks away from him. It takes him a second, but he shrugs, not wanting to admit it to him. His uncle sighs and leans forward slightly, wanting to make sure he hears him clearly. 

“Dwayne, I see how you two are. I know you like her.”

The teenager just glances up at him as he crosses his arms and licks his lip, shrugging again. 

“She likes you too.” His uncle says, causing the boy to look up at him quickly. “Like I said, I’ve seen you two together. I may have only been around for two days, but I’ve been around you guys almost every second since. You just have to tell her how you feel.”

Dwayne takes the notepad from him and flips the page, scribbling a few words. 

‘What if you’re wrong?’

“I’m not. Do you want to be with her?” He looks at his nephew who nods at his words. “Then this is what you’re going to do. You’re going to write down all your feelings and when she comes out of the bathroom, you’re going to invite her to go outside and you’re gonna give her that notepad and wait.”

He looks down at his notepad and sighs silently. He’s thought about doing this a million times in the last few years, even before his vow, but he always ended up throwing the paper away. Before he can start writing, a normal pen is put in his eyeline. He looks up to see Frank standing there holding a hotel pen. 

“I think it would be better to write with this. So you have more space.” He smiles.

Dwayne takes in a deep breath and takes the pen from him before writing down his feelings onto the pad. His uncle watches before walking to his suitcase. Tyler’s been in the shower for about twenty minutes and Dwayne has finally finished his note to her. He has read it over and over again, nervous of what she is going to say when she reads it. 

When she walks out of the bathroom, she’s wearing shorts and one of his old t-shirts. She drops her bag down on her side of the bed, looking through it for a moment, not seeing her best friend watching her. He smiles to himself, thinking she looks absolutely beautiful. 

“My turn.” Frank says, grabbing his own bag before walking around her toward the bathroom. 

He stops behind her to look at Dwayne who looks up at him.

“Do it.” His uncle mouths with a smile before closing the door behind him. 

Dwayne takes in a deep breath before flipping a page in his pad. Writing down a sentence and making sure she can’t see anything else, he holds it up to her, capturing her attention.

‘Want to sit outside?’

“Sure!” She smiles and slides her tennis shoes back on. 

He discreetly flips the page back over, his feelings staring back at him for a moment before they walk to the door. He opens it for her and allows her to walk out first after he makes sure he has the keys in his pocket. Closing the door behind him, he leans against the railing in front of their room. Tyler looks up at the night sky, smiling to herself.

Neither notice that Frank left the bathroom and is discreetly watching them from the window, wanting to know if it worked…or if his plan completely backfired. After a few moments of comfortable silence, Dwayne finally gets the courage and gently elbows her. She looks over at him with a smile before raising an eyebrow at his notepad.

The words are smaller than his usual writing so she takes it from him and begins to read. Her heart starts pounding as each word is entering her brain, flipping the page when it gets cut off. 

‘Tyler Walker, I have liked you for years. Even though we spend every minute together, you never leave my mind. I constantly think about you all the time. Whether we are sitting alone in my room reading or walking to our special spot in the woods. I’ve been too scared to tell you how I feel because I don’t want to ruin our friendship. You have been by my side since we were born and because of that, I can’t even pinpoint the exact moment I knew you were right for me. I wouldn’t want anyone else in my corner. Especially now. Will You Please Be My Girlfriend?’

She bites her lip and looks at him to see him watching her closely.

“A-are you serious?” She whispers, praying to God that it’s not a prank. 

He takes in a breath and nods nervously. A smile slowly appears on her face as she leans toward him, looking into his eyes. 

“I like you too, Dwayne. I have for a very long time.”

His eyes widen slightly before he tilts his head, silently asking her a question. 

“Yes, I’m serious and I’d love nothing more than to be your girlfriend.” 

He smiles widely before standing straight up from the railing, towering over her slightly. He reaches up and gently cups her cheek. She blushes slightly, looking up at him. Gaining even more courage, he leans down and gently presses his lips against hers in their very first kiss. She smiles into the kiss, closing her eyes as she returns it, sparks flying through them. 

In their motel room, Frank is silently cheering, throwing his hands up that his plan has worked out. Their kiss continues as the world slowly fades out around them. Nothing matters to them at this current moment as their lips mold together and move in sync. Not the beauty pageant. Not the stupid Nine-Steps. 

Nothing.  

Sheryl opens her door before she closes it slightly, watching as her son and his best friend kiss in front of their door. Making sure to stay quiet, she closes the door as a smile appears on her face for the first time in hours. ‘Finally’ is the only thing running through her head before she, herself, cheers silently, almost forgetting about the fight she and Richard had earlier that hour. 

Dwayne and Tyler finally pull away, panting slightly as they look into each other's eyes. Smiles appear on their faces again as she leans up and quickly pecks his lips in another soft kiss. 

“Come on.” She whispers, hating to ruin such a wonderful moment. “We have to go to bed.”

He nods slightly before leaning down to kiss her again, wanting one last one before they have to go back to the real world. After all these years, they could have been together. It doesn’t matter now. What does matter now is that it happened and that there is nothing that can possibly ruin it.

Despite the wonderful night of cuddling and kisses, well…secretive kisses, not knowing that Frank already knows what happened, the next morning, everything goes downhill. Olive had woken up her parents to inform them that Grandpa wouldn’t wake up. After everyone had gotten changed, they rushed to the emergency room, where they are now waiting for any kind of news. 

Frank, Sheryl and Richard are sitting down in the lobby’s chairs while Dwayne and Tyler are standing in the corner, staring out the window, holding hands. Olive, not understanding what is going on, is grabbing medical flyers from the cubby hanging on the walls.

“You want to take an eye test?” She asks, looking toward her brother and his now girlfriend. 

Both of them shake their heads before looking back out the window. 

“Uncle Frank? An eye test?” She asks again, to which her uncle shakes his head with a small smile, knowing she doesn’t mean anything by it. 

“Olive, come here. Put those away. We’re gonna have a family meeting.” Sheryl says, waving her daughter toward her. “Dwayne, family meeting. You too, Tyler.”

Dwayne gently pulls her over to the chairs next to his mother, his hand leaving hers when they sit down. Sitting down next to each other, Tyler gently picks up Olive and seats her on her lap before wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her close. Dwayne reaches over and takes her hand again, rubbing her knuckles with his thumb, wanting to comfort her despite the man not being her Grandfather. 

“First of all, the doctors are doing everything they can to help Grandpa right now. He’s had a long…” She searches for the right word. “Eventual life, and I know he loves the three of you very much. Yes, Ty, even you. I know he has joked, saying he had three grandkids.” She takes a deep breath as a small but heartfelt chuckle escapes her lips. “If God wants to take him, we have to be ready to accept that, okay?”

The three of them nod, the older two knowing how severe the conversation was. Sheryl takes another breath and continues her speech. 

“Whatever happens, we’re a family. All of us. What’s important is that we love each other.” She tears up. “I love you guys so, so much…”

She covers her face as she starts to cry. Frank immediately leans forward and puts his hand on her knee, silently comforting her to which she grabs his hand, squeezing it slightly. Dwayne quickly lets go of his girlfriend's hand and pulls out his notebook. Flipping to an empty page, he writes down three simple words before showing them to his sister. 

‘Go hug mom’.

Olive slides down from Tyler’s lap before walking over to her mom. She wraps her arms around her neck. Sheryl wraps her arms around her daughter, holding her close. 

“Are you the family of Edwin Hoover?” A doctor says, breaking their small moment. 

Everyone’s head snaps up toward him as he walks further into the room. 

“Yes.” Richard says, walking toward him. 

The Hoover family, now including Ty, stands up and looks at him, wanting to know any kind of news he can give them. The small expression on his face reveals everything they need to know but he continues anyway.

“I’m sorry. We did everything we could. He was…” He looks down to see Olive and quickly changes his words, not wanting her to know exactly what happened. “It was too much. He probably fell asleep and never woke up. I’ll have someone come talk about handling the remains.”

“Thank you.” Richard nods slightly, his heart crushed at the news. 

The doctor nods and turns away, yelling for a woman as he leaves the room. 

“Mom?” Olive speaks up, looking at her. “Is Grandpa dead?”

Sheryl sits back into the chair she previously occupied and sets Olive on her lap.

“Yeah, honey. He passed away.” She whispers to her. 

They both start silently crying, comforting one another. Dwayne pulls Tyler to the window, not wanting to show any emotion, but still needing her comfort. She tears and bites her lip as she wraps her arms around his waist. He quickly wraps his arms around her neck and holds her close to him, resting his head against her own. Edwin might not have been her actual grandfather but she always treated him as one. 

She doesn’t know her own and it’s still devastating. After what seems like hours but was only a few minutes, a woman walks into the room with a folder of papers. 

“Hello, I’m your bereavement liaison, Linda.” She says, causing Richard to stand up and walk over to her. “My consolations for your loss.”

“Thank you.” He whispers as he shakes her hand. 

No one in the room pays attention to their conversation until Linda raises her voice at him. 

“Sir, you are not the only one that’s had somebody die here today, okay?” 

His family looks up at them, Frank raising an eyebrow at her words. Who does this woman think she is?! Tyler shakes her head and digs it further into Dwayne’s chest as he holds her. Richard takes a breath and glances at his family before an idea pops into his head. 

“Is there any way…that we could view the remains?”

Everyone walks down different hallways as she escorts them to his intensive care room. 

“Now, we haven’t had a chance to move him downstairs.” She says, stopping in front of a curtain. “Someone may come by in a few minutes to take him to the basement but just tell them who you are. They’ll wait.”

“Thank you.” Richard nods at her. 

“When you’re done with the paperwork, I’ll be in the nurse’s station.” She continues.

“Okay, great. Thank you, Linda.” He nods as she moves the curtain for them to walk through. 

After the curtain is closed, Sheryl and Olive stand on one side of the bed while Richard walks to the other. Dwayne, Tyler and Frank all stand at the bottom, separating the husband and wife. They all stare at the sheeted body laying there for a moment until Richard reaches out. Not wanting to freak out Olive, he lifts the sheet on his side to see his father laying underneath. 

Tyler looks down at the floor, not wanting to see the deceased man. Frank and Dwayne both follow her movements without realizing. 

“Goddamn it, Dad.” Richard whispers before dropping the sheet. “Goddamn it.”

He sighs and turns away, slamming his hands down on the counter behind him, mumbling ‘Stupid’. Sheryl hugs Olive and strokes her hair, both girls trying not to cry. The older woman bends down slightly and looks at her daughter.

“We’ll do Little Miss Sunshine next year. Okay, honey?” She whispers causing the young girl to nod slightly. “Next year.”

There’s silence throughout the room until Richard turns around, a determined look on his face. 

“No. No, we’ve come seven hundred miles. I’ll be damned if I’m not making that contest, Sheryl.”

“Well, Richard, we can’t leave him here.” She whispers, looking at her husband.

He picks up the papers that Linda had given him not even ten minutes before and throws them into the nearby trash can.

“We’re not going to leave him.”

He then walks over to the curtain and opens it slightly to see how many people are in the hallway. Tyler looks up at Dwayne who is just as confused as she is before they both look toward Sheryl who is watching her husband. 

“Richard, what are you doing?” She whispers to him, but he ignores her.

Richard walks back into the room and puts his hands on his lips. 

“Fuck…”

He looks desperately around the room before walking to the window above the counter. When he tries to open the window, he finds it locked and rushes to the window above the bed where his deceased father is laying. When he finds that he can open it, he turns toward the teenagers who are staring at him with wide eyes. 

“Ty, Dwayne, go around outside…” He gestures when his wife cuts him off. 

“Richard, what are you thinking?”

“We’re gonna take him with us.” He says, continuing to mess with the window.

“No, no. That is not happening.” She shakes her head and rubs her fingers through her hair. “It’s not happening.”

“He’s better off with us than with these people.” He says, pulling his keys from his pocket and tossing them to Tyler since, among the teenagers, she’s the only one who can drive. “Ty, you get the car. Dwayne, I want you to go around outside and underneath this window.  Frank, you go with them.”

Tyler’s eyes widen as she looks toward her mother figure, confused and nervous beyond all hell. Her boyfriend is shocked at what his stepfather is suggesting. 

“Don’t you dare move.” Sheryl points toward them before looking at her husband. “Look, you stay here. We’ll take Olive. Tyler or Frank will drive!”

“Sheryl, we’ll be there in two hours. Listen, I’ll call a funeral home once we get there.” Richard says, before looking at his family. “If there's one thing my father would’ve wanted, it’s to see Olive perform at the Little Miss Sunshine pageant.” He begins to push the sheet around his body. “I believe we’d be doing a grave disservice to his memory if we would just give up now. There’s two kinds of people in the world: winners and losers. And what’s the difference? Winners don’t give up. So what are we here? Are we winners? Or losers?”

Dwayne nods at his words, understanding what is trying to put out for everyone. Frank keeps glancing toward his sister, knowing he’s only going to follow her lead. Sheryl looks toward Olive before looking at the teenagers and her brother. She takes a breath and nods. 

“Okay, okay. Let’s do it.” She says throwing her purse down onto another counter before putting her arms under her father-in-law. “You guys go. Olive, watch the curtain.”

Dwayne gently pushes his girlfriend toward his uncle who is walking out of the curtain. He makes sure to close the curtain once he makes it through before following Frank. Together, the three of them walk down the hallway, trying to seem unsuspicious as they move past Linda who is talking on the phone. 

When they make it to a door, Tyler pushes the button for them to open before they rush outside, surprised they’re stealing Grandpa’s dead body. The three of them make it to the window when Richard and Sheryl start pushing the body through. 

“Wait, wait.” Tyler whispers loudly, noticing an older couple walking out of the door. 

The husband and wife pause all movements until the couple walk in another direction. 

“Okay, go ahead.” She whispers, watching as Richard starts pushing the body through. 

With Sheryl and Olive running outside to help, they get the body down after the sheet rips slightly. Frank, Dwayne and Sheryl all start carrying the body, trying not to raise any suspicion with Olive keeping watch. Tyler rushes toward the bus, opening the trunk. They make it to her only a few seconds later, and they hoist the bundle in. 

It’s very difficult with how large he is so they have to maneuver him in. 

“Keys?” Richard says, running up. 

Tyler tosses him the keys while Sheryl and Olive run around the side of the bus toward the sliding door. Richard starts the bus as the teenagers and Frank get Grandpa situated. Just as the bus is ready to move, they close the back hatch and start pushing. Olive is already inside so Sheryl jumps in after the wheels start turning. 

Tyler jumps in next while Dwayne pushes his uncle to move faster, just like every time before. 

“Did I mention I’m the pre-eminent Proust Scholar in the US?” Frank asks, breathlessly as he runs causing his nephew to silently laugh as they both jump in.

After a little bit of driving, the bus is completely silent. Frank is staring out the window as Olive listens to her CD player. Dwayne is leaning against the side of the bus with his right leg bent so his foot is on the seat with his head tilted down looking at his girlfriend. Tyler is laying down with her head on his left knee as he plays with her hair.

“Dad?” Olive speaks up, pushing her headphones back, capturing his attention. “What’s gonna happen to Grandpa?”

Richard just bites his lip, not knowing what to tell her. After sitting in a few more minutes of silence, Olive looks up at her uncle, mumbling his name. He looks down at her, curious as to what she’s going to ask. 

“Do you think there’s a heaven?”

“That’s hard to say, Olive. I-I don’t think anyone knows for sure.” He says, glancing up at his sister who never turns around.

“I know but what do you think?” She looks up at him. 

“Um…” He pauses. “Well…”

“I think there is one.” She says, cutting him off.

“You think I’ll get in?” He asks, watching her. 

“Yes.” She nods with a large smile. 

“You promise?” He asks, a smile appearing on his own face.

“Yes.” She nods again, grinning away at her uncle.

Tyler looks up at her boyfriend who is watching her with a small smile. His sister is so innocent. He’s thankful she has something to believe in before this world starts going to shit for her. Almost as if she knows what he is thinking, she gently takes his hand and places a small kiss on his wrist.

He continues to play with her hair, thankful that she’s by his side, especially now.

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