fh_trips | Kohala Coast, Hawaii | Evening | Sunday

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spring break 2011: hawaii

Kohala Coast, Hawaii | Evening | Sunday | February 20

As the sun gave way to the moon, the lights around the Big Island started coming on, brightening up the dark sky. Night falling just meant several new ways for the guests to enjoy themselves! A slight wind ruffled the palm trees but the temperature remained warm, making it comfortable enough to take long walks on the beach or just enjoy gazing up at the clear night sky.

There was still plenty to do, though! Nighttime activities were starting to swing into motion, music was wafting along the breeze, drawing people towards it's rhythmic sounds, and the smells of Hawaiian dishes were prevalent.

It was nighttime in Hawaii and the vacation had just begun!

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"Uh huh." Nathan settled back against his chair and tilted his head at her, keeping his eyes on her even if she wasn't going to look at him.

"So, we should just keep on how we've been going?" Nathan asked, raising his glass to his lips. "Want me to just get up and walk away? I don't have to talk to you."

He just...wanted to talk to her.

Like Caroline could avoid looking back when he said things like that. "I'm not going to tell you what to do," she replied, stirring her drink idly. It wasn't like it mattered what she wanted.

"So what are we talking about? The weather?"

Good fucking grief, nothing could be easy. Absolutely nothing. Nathan just eyed her for a moment, letting the silence after her question stretch out a little more than necessary.

"I don't think I was asking you to tell me what to do," Nathan pointed out, shaking his head. "I think I was asking your opinion on the situation. You seemed to have loads of them on Friday. You use all those up while you were yelling at me?"

"God, is it impossible for us to have a normal conversation?" Caroline wondered, annoyed that he was bringing up Friday when she was trying to repress her own jealousy. "Consider that my opinion, Nathan. I want to talk to you, okay?"

"Well." Well, he'd expected her stubborn streak to last a little longer so now it seemed he had to get over himself and do a little sharing too. "I wanna talk to you too. I didn't come over here to annoy you. I came over here to..."

He made a gesture with his hand like that might stop him from having to admit anymore but he figured the words would be better.

"...make it better."

Caroline wasn't sure she believed that, meaning she raised her eyebrow as she sipped her drink. "Where make it better is some code for stare until I think something is wrong with one of us? Or were you hoping that would like, break the ice?" It might have. The jury was kind of still out.

Nathan rubbed a spot above his eye and wondered where in the fuck he was actually going with this. He didn't know. It was more just winging it in the hopes he got it right.

"I came over here, didn't I?" Nathan asked, sounding a little exasperated. "I was having a perfectly good night, sitting by myself and slowly giving myself alcohol poisoning to the point of maybe having to have my stomach pumped, which is always an experience, let me tell you but I came over here instead. I wanted to talk to you."

Shaking her head with an actual idea, Caroline stood, grabbed her drink and moved herself to stand right next to Nathan. Nearby was just not good enough for these conversations of theirs.

"There. Now I've come to you, too." She set her drink down and offered her hand. "Hi, I'm Caroline Forbes, seventeen, and I totally think you should buy me a drink when this one runs out."

It took Nathan a moment to figure out what she was doing with her re-introduction but once he did, he figured he could roll with that.

So, taking the offered hand, he said, "Nathan Young. A pleasure, Caroline, as always. Have a seat, will you? I think I can make the drink thing happen. You've caught me on a good night where I don't even mind ordering these garishly colored things that look like a rainbow vomited in them. They taste good, yeah?"

Of course, he hadn't let go of her hand while he said that and he was still holding it even if he'd change the grip from handshake to more just...holding. Shut up.

If he was going to hold her hand, she was going to slide a chair right up next to his to sit. "They taste like sugar. I'll let you try mine if you want. I just like the little umbrella and the bits of fruit stuck on a sword."

This was far better than whatever bitchy, crabby issues they were having.

"Yeah, let's give it a go," he said, settling his drink (which was not colorful or fruity) on a nearby table so he could have a free hand with which to reach for hers (because, yes, he was going to hold her hand).

"This better not turn me into some scarf wearing metrosexual, Caroline. I'll be very upset if it does. My entire wardrobe would have to go and then what would I wear? The sheets in the hotel room? A good metrosexual wouldn't be caught dead in those."

"Nathan, if my rum punch turns you into a metrosexual, I promise I'll loan you scarves and cute tight pants until you can get to the store," Caroline told him, watching him expectantly for a reaction to the drink. It was alcohol, just with sugar and mixes so it tasted more like Kool-Aid to her than anything else.

"I think my high levels of masculinity would significantly drop if I wore your clothes, nice as they might be," he said and then took a sip of her drink.

Nathan had been expecting to scrunch his face up or gag or something at the taste of the fruity drink but really, it didn't taste that bad. It was just sweet and...fruity. You couldn't really go wrong with that, apparently.

"Do I look any different?" he asked, turning towards her. "Any signs of turning into a metrosexual who might need to borrow a scarf? Am I less hot and more...girly gorgeous in a masculine way?"

"You might need to chug a few more for that to start. Besides, it's not like I grew back hair for drinking shots with you all the time."

Caroline looked at him playfully as she paused. "And if you ask to check I will smack you." Pay no attention to the fact that half her back was exposed due to the dip in her dress.

"Who says I need to ask?" Nathan raised an eyebrow and took a few more sips of her drink before leaning back in his chair and getting a nice, long look at that exposed back.

"See, no checking needed," he added, smirking at her. "You've a very nice back, Caroline. Not that I doubted it or needed to tell you but since I've just taken a gander, I can add my accolades to the list that I'm sure you've received. Nathan seal of approval."

"Does that mean I get to smack you?" Caroline replied, looking more like she was just thinking about it to herself rather than inquiring his opinion. "I mean, you just totally looked to see if I have hair on my back after all." So gross and how dare he.

"Or maybe I just looked at your back," Nathan said, idly rubbing his thumb along her hand since he could and all. And no, it wasn't a distraction, it was something a lot more innocent that that. So there, Caroline.

"It's not like I was expecting you to be some Italian plumber with a coat of hair all up and down your back," Nathan pointed out, shaking his head. "I just wanted to look. Is that so bad?"

It would have been innocent if she didn't find it totally distracting away from her slight annoyance.

"No," she said, glancing at his hold on her hand. She thought it was kind of stupid how it made her voice seem happier when she spoke. "I mean, it's not like I can fault you for finding me attractive. Or for being drawn in to look. But I mean, it's not like you haven't seen all that and more before."

Nathan didn't even realize he was distracting her with the hand holding and light touch of his thumb. Mostly, he'd just wanted to touch her and he remembered that she'd said she liked being touched awhile back.

"You make it sound like I'm a chronic window shopper or something," Nathan said, raising an eyebrow. "I take a quick look and then I'm off to get a fucking latte or something because I've lost interest. I'm not one of the fucking fossils on that shit movie about grandmothers having sex with stupid men."

Was it a surprise that he'd seen that one? Probably.

"I am not a fossil, I am not a window shopper and it is not a hardship to look at you no matter what I've already seen. So there."

Caroline rolled her eyes at his little schooling and reached up to pat his cheek solidly. "I meant that you've seen me practically naked on many, many occasions. That whole roommate thing." And her inability to decide what to wear without trying on five outfits first.

"I wasn't even talking about all the 'window shopping' you do." Or that her roommate was one of his previous purchases.

"And what's so wrong about having almost seen you naked on many, many occasions?" Nathan asked, leaning a little closer to her. She was sitting right next to him and he was just going to take advantage of that for the moment.

"It's a good look for you," he said, taking an appreciative glance at her, gaze lingering a little longer than usual before he smiled again. "And you don't really seem to mind the fact that I've seen you almost naked several times. Kinda become commonplace. And still, I like it."

"Excuse you," she said, smirking just a bit. "There is nothing commonplace about me. And why should I mind?" It wasn't like Caroline had a whole lot of shame. Not the way she was flirtatiously bumping his shoulder with her own as she pushed her hair back over her shoulder.

Or you know, still holding his hand.

"No, no, no, I didn't say you were commonplace," he said, shaking a finger at her. "I said the act of seeing you almost naked was commonplace. There was nothing included in there about you specifically being commonplace so I think you should apologize for your unfair assumption about me."

And he hadn't let go of her hand either. If anything, he'd tightened his grip slightly and given her shoulder a bump of his own.

"I apologize," she said, sticking her tongue out at him in a very mature manner. "Considering we're at the beach for a week, though, I think the idea of being fully dressed is kind of insane. Unless it rains and that would suck."

Oh, she was just damn lucky didn't try and flick her tongue or something equally as annoying. Instead, he mimicked the gesture since it wasn't like he was mature or anything.

"I accept your very heartfelt apology," he said, nodding. "And I do support your philosophy as well. It's very comforting to hear you talk about wearing as little clothes as possible on the very first day. I wasn't so sure about a tropical vacation, all things considered but I think you have just convinced me it's worth it being here for a week. What would I do without you?"

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