Yellow [Dwayne Hoover]

5

You woke up to the the sun beaming into in the room through the window Olive aggressively opened the curtains to. You let out a groan and wrap your arms over your face to block the light.

"Y/n, get up, get up, get up!" She half whispered, violently shaking you. "Five minutes, Olive?" You mumble. "I'm timing you." She huffed before you heard her walk out of the room.

She let you sleep longer. She gave you seven minutes. She was back at your side, shaking you. "We have to go." She said in a singsong tone, dragging out the 'go'. "Ok, ok!" You sigh, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Dad said to meet us in the van." Olive informed with a smile. "Tell him I'll be there in a minute." You said watching Olive leave.

You quickly changed, threw on your shoes, brushed your teeth and hurried out the door. You couldn't find you bags so you assumed they were already in the trunk. They were.

Richard was driving and Sheryl was in the passenger. Frank and olive took the second row. You had no choice but to sit in the third with Edwin and Dwayne....in the middle.

"We ready?" Richard asked, looking at everyone through the rear view mirror. "Off we go!" He chuckled, mainly to himself, as he started the van.

Dwayne nudged you, laying a book on your lap with an orange sticky note on the cover.

Thought you'd want to keep busy.

"Thanks." You smile, Dwayne nodding before opening his own book. You began to read for what felt like ages. The drive was painfully quiet minus Olives occasional humming to whatever music she was listening to.

"Jesus, I'm tired. I'm so fuckin' tired. Do you know how tired I am?" Edwin spoke, startling you slightly when he looked over at you and Dwayne. "If some girl came up to me, begged me to fuck her, I couldn't do it. That's how tired I am." He complained making you scrunch your face up.

"Dad, watch the language, huh?" Richard called out, looking over his shoulder briefly. "She's listening to music. Olive, I'll give you a million dollars if you turn around!" Edwin tested, all of you looking at Olive who was still jamming out to her tunes in her own world. "See?"

"Alright, but the rest of us." Richard sighed. "Oh, the rest of you. Can I give you some advice? Both of you." Edwin said, shifting in the seat to face you both. You shrugged and Dwayne shook his head. "Well, I'm gonna give it to you anyway. I don't want you makin' the same mistakes I made when I was young."

"Can't wait to hear this." Richard mumbled.

"Dwayne, y/n— that's your names, right? Dwayne and y/n?" Edwin paused. You both looked at him confused but nodded. "This is the voice of experience talking. Are you listening? Fuck a lot of people. The both of you. Not just one person. A lot of em."

"Hey! Dad! That's enough, alright?" Richard shouted. Dwayne looked down at his hands and you tried not to laugh. Frank turned to face the three of you, an amused smile threatening to form on his face. "Are you gettin' any? You guys can tell me. Are you both-"

"No." You interrupted. "No? Jesus. You're both what, 15? My god, man! You should be gettin' that young stuff." Edwin rambled, Richard still shouting at him to shut up. You were already uncomfortable and you could tell Dwayne was too with the way he squished himself into the corner of the seat.

"Hey, dad, that's enough! Stop it!"

"Will you kindly not interrupt me, Richard?! See, right now you both are jailbait. They're jailbait. It's perfect. I mean, you hit 18–Man, you're talking about three to five." Edwin chuckled.

"Hey, I will pull this truck over right now!" Richard threatened. "So pull the truck over! You're not gonna shove me out! Fuck you! I can say what I want. I still got Nazi bullets in my ass!" Edwin shouted back. "Ah, the Nazi bullets!" Richard scoffed.

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It was around ten in the morning when Richard finally decided to stop for food. The previous conversation in the van was engraved in your head.

You were now in a small diner. You were sat in between Dwayne and Frank; all of you looking over the menu.

"Hi. You ready?" The waitress smiled brightly, taking out her pen and pad. Everyone ordered leaving you last. "I'll just take the waffles with a water." You smile, handing her your menu. Olive had ordered a meal that came with ice cream and had pronounced 'à la mode' wrong, leading to Frank explaining proper pronunciation and it's origin. You were listening as you found it interesting.

"Frank, shut up." Richard deadpanned, closing his phone. "Richard!" Sheryl hissed. "Olive, can I tell you a little something about ice cream?" He began, leaning against the seat. "Yea." She smiled. "Well, ice cream is made from cream, which comes from cow's milk, and cream has a lot of fat in it."

"Richard." Sheryl muttered with narrowed eyes. "What? She's gonna find out anyway, remember?" He said, repeating her words from the night prior back at her. You, Frank, Edwin, and Dwayne looked at Richard with combined glares as you all knew where he was going.

"What? Find out what?" Olive asked, glancing around. "Well, when you eat ice cream, the fat in the ice cream becomes fat in your body." He continued.

"Richard, I swear to god—"

"It's true."

"What? What's wrong?" Olive mumbled. "Nothing, honey. Nothing's wrong." Sheryl smiled. "So if you eat a lot of ice cream, you might become fat. And if you don't, you're gonna stay nice and skinny, sweetie." Richard concluded.

"Mom—"

"Olive, Richard is an idiot. I like a woman with meat on her bones." Edwin chimed in. "I don't...why's everyone so upset?" Olive  mumbled. "No one's upset. Listen, just know it's alright to be skinny or a little chubby. You'll still be as beautiful as ever. Trust me." You smiled, reaching past Dwayne to softly squeeze her hand. A small smile forming on her lips.

"Ok, Olive, but let me as you this. Those women in Miss America—"

"Stop." You cut off, Richard looking at you. Before he could open his mouth, the waitress came by to deliver all the drinks; setting down a small bowl of chocolate ice cream in front of Olive with a smile before walking away again.

"Does anyone want my ice cream?" Olive sighed, looking at it. "Yea, I'd like a little. Dwayne? Y/n? Frank?" Edwin smiled, all of you humming and nodding while grabbing spoons. "Mind if we have some?" You say, taking a small scoop after Edwin.

You all hummed and nodded, Olive covering her face. "Wait! Stop! Don't eat it all!" She shouted, putting her arms over the bowl to stop you all.

She took a spoonful into her mouth and smiled.