Paper Airplanes and Diary Pages

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

A few days had passed since Oliver Winchester first met his science partner, Kimaya Waldor. Both freshman, and both awkwardly out of place in this new world. Oliver was finally gaining some steady footing, although Kimaya seemed to be struggling still. This was part of the reason why Oliver had invited her to join him the grounds while he tested a paper airplane of his own making.

Paper airplanes. He felt as though he could be doing so much more. He could be creating the real thing again. It was amazing how much airplanes had improved even in his original lifetime, let alone what happened in the fifty years between lifetimes. It was absolutely stunning to think that in one century, man mastered both air and space travel.

At the very least, he could have included rubber bands and a fan, like the little toy helicopter he'd received as a gift in his past life at age seven. Oh well, the point of this adventure was not exactly to change the world one paper airplane at a time. The point of this adventure was to get away from class and have a bit of fun.

He could tell there was something more to Kimaya Waldor than met the eye. Since that day in class, Oliver had learned just how shy the other freshman really was. He hadn't mentioned her to others, of course, but he'd overheard conversations. Such conversations always made him worry, as he wondered if people were saying the same things behind his back. Not that the students were saying anything too bad about Kimaya behind her back. She just didn't seem to talk much in any class she was in. Oliver was surprised he'd gotten so many words out of her in class. Then again, maybe it was because she felt like she had to respond.

If that was the case, though, then why would she agree to meet him out here? There had to be something to it.

The stories she wrote, and the dreams, were what caught Oliver's attention the most. He'd never been much of a reader or writer. That was always Wilbur. A month ago, Oliver would have just passed off her story idea as a creative one, nothing to cause any suspicion. Now that he knew of the RSOR, his position was entirely different on the matter. A fourteen year old teenager in 2010 writing stories about a girl who lived in the 1930s was not entirely strange in itself...but when coupled with 'strange dreams' and the fact that this place seemed to lure reincarnates - well, it was cause for investigation, at least, wasn't it? If it turned out to be nothing, that was no big deal either. It would just be a nice girl that he could spend some time hanging out with. It was a win-win situation, although Oliver could not help but hope that he'd discovered another reincarnate. So far he'd only met one other (although he knew there were plenty at the school from her), and though he liked her well enough, they were in different grades and had no classes together. It would be nice to share a bond with someone in his own grade who knew what it was like to be a reincarnate.

Oliver took a seat against a tree, holding his paper airplane in one hand and a notebook in his lap. The notebook contained a few various sketches, mostly of little creations he'd made over the past few years. He wanted to invent again. He knew he couldn't top the airplane, of course - Not that he really wanted to either. He loved the thrill of the chase, the satisfaction of accomplishing what they set out for, but not the attention, not all the work that came afterward. He'd brought out the notebook not for her viewing pleasure, however (he was secretive about these sketches), but rather for the scrap paper contained in the unused pages within. He had not forgotten his offer to teach her how to fold one, and if she planned to take him up on this offer, why not be prepared?

Word count: 688
To: Kimiya/Jaycie!
Thoughts: I hope this doesn't suck...wanted to get it started while I felt inspired and before I went to bed so you could reply as soon as possible. XD

[jaycie]

It had only been a few days since Maya had first met Oliver Winchester, but surprisingly, she was starting to really like her science partner. They didn't have much in common, but there was enough for them to comfortably be able to talk to each other. Well, comfortable was a loose term. Even though Maya was starting to consider him a friend, she still found it hard to talk to him at times. But it was easier than trying to talk to her roommates, and so she was really glad the science teacher had paired them together. Not that she would ever be telling her teacher that. It could have turned out badly, after all.

Right now, Kimaya was on her way to meet Oliver. He wanted to test out another paper airplane. Ever since that first day when they had first met, Maya had discovered that Oliver liked to fold paper airplanes. He never talked about it, and she never asked. She figured it was just a hobby of his, and left it at that.

As much as she was starting to like Oliver, part of her still felt uncomfortable around him at times. Sometimes when she was talking to him it seemed like he was off thinking about something else. She had caught him studying her more than once, and it made her somewhat uncomfortable. But she still wasn't getting along at her new school very well, and Oliver was the only person who had accepted her at all. So, she would put up with his odd behavior, if only it meant she wasn't entirely alone in a strange place. It would be better for her to have one friend who sometimes acted strange, then to have no one at all, and to feel homesick all the time.

When she walked out to where Oliver had told her to meet him, and saw him sitting by the tree, holding a sketch book, Maya started to get an uneasy feeling in her stomach again. What was she doing? It was completely unlike her to be meeting a boy – or anyone – after classes. It was one thing to talk to him in class, when they were forced to sit by each other, and work together. But it was a completely other thing for her to willingly meet him outside of the controlled setting of a classroom.

She stopped in her tracks, wondering if it was too late to turn back. Maybe he hadn't seen her yet?

It only took a second for her to realize she was just being silly. This was Oliver. She had already established that he wasn't going to try and harm her in any way. She resumed walking, feeling embarrassed. More than anything, she hoped that Oliver hadn't seen her momentary weakness. The last thing she wanted to do was to try and explain the uncomfortable feeling she sometimes got when she was around people she didn't really know. Oliver already thought she was strange after she told him about the dreams she had. She still wasn't sure what had possessed her to tell him about those.

She approached him slowly. He seemed to be lost in thought, and she really didn't want to startle him. Not sure how to get his attention, she spoke softly. ”Hey, Oliver. Sorry I'm running later.”

The Words: 558
The Tag: Oliver/Mandee
The Notes: shooooort. i decided to delete what i had and completely rewrite. that's why it took so long, and also why its so short.

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Oliver knew that he probably came off as strange. He hadn't known it as a child - What child is that self aware, after all? Even though Oliver had been no normal child for obvious reasons, he didn't exactly see it as odd at first that he talked about siblings that he 'didn't have' and always spelled his name wrong on papers (it was spelled Orville, dammit!). That self awareness hadn't come until later. Even when he made the realization that he was not adopted after all, in sixth grade, he didn't blurt out his realization in front of the class. That would just be silly, and by middle school age, most kids become aware when other kids are looking at them funny.

He was hitting it off much better than he'd expected to at Riverdale. Granted, he'd been in the town for a couple of years now, but high school was an entirely new experience. Seeing as Riverdale High was a boarding school, there were plenty of students there that had transferred in from other areas around the country - sometimes even world. Therefore, there were plenty of new faces to be around, something that both interested and intimidating Oliver at the same time.

Oliver opened up his sketchbook, trying to pass the time until Kimaya appeared. There was a wide array of gadgets and odd devices that Oliver had jotted down ideas for, and sometimes even threw in a sketch. If anyone caught sight of the book, Oliver would certainly look more eccentric than he already did. Then again, he didn't have that sort of reputation at Riverdale...not just yet, anyway. He wondered if he even would. He wondered if there were other inventors that attended Riverdale. There had to be. It only made sense.

There was one inventor that he wanted to meet over any other, however. He wondered if he would ever get the chance. Wilbur had to be out there somewhere, hadn't he? What kind of strange entity would allow one half of a historical duo to be reincarnated but not the other? It seemed like a rather cruel fate, but then again, that could be life in general at times. Appearing to be only fourteen, Oliver tried to push this knowledge out of his head, but every once in a while it would start creeping back.

Oliver had stopped on a picture of what looked to be some sort of aircraft. He had no doubt that he could do it again, of course - He'd done it before, hadn't he? However, he was going to challenge himself - Building a plane out of the simplest materials imaginable. Not that he hadn't done that before, but he wanted to toy with new materials and new designs. One that he could ride in too. It was a crazy concept, and not really one that he wanted to go forth with at Riverdale. He knew the risks of that. Maybe when he was older, and had his own place...with a lot of acreage and not many nosy neighbors. Then he might get away with it. He had to do something though, which was where the paper airplanes came in.

The freshman was jotting down notes on the page when Kimaya's voice broke through his concentration and sent a jolt through him. His eyes widened as he quickly slammed the book shut. He didn't know how long she'd been standing there, or how much she'd seen - Or how suspicious she would be if she did see something. Of all pages, she had to catch him when he was opened to that one.

"Hey Kimaya." He greeted her with a smile, though he could only assume it was more shaky than he wanted it to be. He picked up the paper airplane that he'd set down beside him and looked at Kimaya. Then he grinned. "I know this isn't the normal teenager's idea of entertainment, but then, I've never exactly been normal."[/color] He looked Kimaya in the eye. He wasn't sure if she'd been normal either, and it was killing him not to come out and start questioning her. He couldn't do it, though. God, how did Isabella do it? Well, of course, in her case it was possible that she literally had God helping her through it, but that was beside the point...

"Thanks for humoring me. I really appreciate it."[/color] He added with a grin. If she was a normal, she was pretty darn accepting of his strange ideas, after all.

Word count: 727
To: Kimiya/Jaycie!
Thoughts: I always start off slow then start rambling. Don't mind me. XD

[jaycie]

It had been a long time since Maya had considered herself to be close friends with anyone. The last person had been Jason, and well, that hadn't ended well at all. Ever since Jason's betrayal (that might be too strong of a word, but it felt right to Kimaya) she hadn't allowed herself to grow close with anyone. She was too afraid of being hurt again. But really, she wanted that back. She wanted to have someone that she could tell anything to. Share secrets, break the rules, and just talk to. It was human nature to want a friend, after all. Writing everything in a diary had helped for a while, but now, she really just wanted someone to talk to.

She wasn't fitting in at Riverdale. Everywhere she went, she saw people who were so well adjusted, and who really liked it at the school, but Maya just couldn't tell where that feeling was coming from for them. Even Oliver, who Maya was considering to be the closest thing she had had to a friend since Jason abandoned her, was getting along here far better than she was. It seemed to her like everyone had found their place at the school. Maybe she was just a late bloomer. There had to be somewhere she fit in, after all. Mom and Dad had told her before she left that if she wanted to come home, she could. Kimaya didn't like the thought of giving up, especially when she had just moved away from all the memories associated with Tennessee, but she didn't want to spend the next four years in a school where she didn't fit in, either. It was a hard place to be in.

Kimaya really did like Oliver, though. She hadn't gotten the chance to meet many other freshmen, and even though she and Oliver didn't have a massive amount of things in common, they got along well enough. It was really nice of him to invite her out here, especially since he knew how hard of a time she was having at the school. It made her feel welcome somewhere, and that was really what she needed. As long as Oliver was around, Maya didn't think she would be returning home any time soon. Although it might be worth it, if only to make the dreams return to the less regular basis. She used to only have the dreams every once in a while, but now it seemed to be almost every night that she would awake, covered in a cold sweat. They weren't always scary. Sometimes they were actually kind of pleasant – kind of like a really nice, half forgotten memory.

Once again, she was being ridiculous. The kinds of things that happened in the dreams had never happened to her, of course. She had lived a fairly normal childhood. Her imagination sometimes got the best of her. This was possible the reason she had such a hard time making friends. She still couldn't believe she had told Oliver about the dreams. That was a great way to start a friendship. ”Oh, hi, I'm Kimaya, and I'm a strange creeper who is going to tell you all about the crazy dreams that I sometimes have, some of which I actually wish were real. Want to be friends?” Granted, it hadn't gone down exactly like that, but it was still embarrassing. Anyone who knew about the dreams would think she was crazy, let alone if they knew she wished some of them really were memories. It would have been nice to have a friend like Peter, for example.

She laughed slightly as Oliver told her he had never been exactly normal. ”Don't worry, I'm the last person anyone would ever think about calling normal,” she answered, still giggling slightly. ”Besides, I think I prefer your form of entertainment to anything the 'normal' guys around here like to do. This seems like much more fun.” Not that Maya really knew anything about the other boys at the school, but if they were anything like her brother, their sense of fun was strangely messed up. She looked away from Oliver as he started to study her again, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Why he did that, she didn't know, but she didn't really like it. It made her feel like he expected something of her, and she had no idea what he expected.

She raised her head as he spoke again, grinning at the grin on his face. ”No problem. Like I said, it sounds like a lot of fun,” she replied, honestly. ”Thanks for inviting me along, she added with a genuine smile.

The Words: 776
The Tag: Oliver/Mandee
The Notes: hah, talk about rambling. xP

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Oliver was pleased that Kimaya had no comments on his sketchbook. This was good, and made him feel a bit guilty for wanting to dig into her business. Really, he hated people digging into his business, so why did he want to do the same to this poor girl? In all entirety, it wasn't so much that he wanted to dig into her business as it was that he wanted to share all of his own secrets with her. He desired the same thing that she did. However, if he didn't make sure that she was what he thought she was, he had to keep all of that bottled up.

At Kimaya's words, Oliver laughed. "Bet you're more normal than I am."[/color] He teased. If she was a reincarnate, that probably wasn't the case, but he had to play it safe here. And it wasn't like Oliver Winchester, or Orville Wright for that matter to play it safe. He wanted to jump into things with reckless abandon, especially when he became excited about something. Joining the RSOR was a good thing, as it provided him with a structure that he probably needed to stop him from doing something completely crazy that would risk revealing himself for what he was.

Something worse than defacing books, which he'd already done.

"Well, I'm glad you think so. It's so much more fun when you're up in the air too, but we can't do that unfortunately, so this is the next best thing!"[/color] He sounded more like he was trying to convince himself of this than Kimaya. He looked down at the plane in his hands, biting his lip. Memories came flooding back from both lifetimes. They started out pleasant enough.

First, Daddy bringing home that awesome flying toy when he was seven. He and Will played with that thing until it broke, then went ahead and rebuilt it again and again, until they thought they were too old to play those games...

Cindy showing him how to fold a paper airplane when he was small. He really didn't need the help, but he pretended that he did anyway because he wanted to spend time with his big sis and she'd seemed so excited about teaching him!

His first flight in an airplane...indeed, the first flight in an airplane period...

Building a little cardboard airplane at age five (which consisted of a a cardboard box with an old fan blade attached to the box and a hole cut out to leave room for two people) and insisting that Cindy join him, no matter how silly she insisted it was and protested...he got her to join eventually, he thought triumphantly...

Then the sound of two loud thumps, a rattling, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he felt the plane descending, hearing the tiniest gasps of shock from the man sitting next to him, a man who would not live to see the next sunrise...

Cindy bursting into tears and begging their parents not to take a flight to North Carolina when they moved, even though it was never brought up by either parent, even though she had shown no evident fear of flying before...

Oliver snapped back to reality at these last two images. Why did such a good daydream have to end that way? Oliver looked down at the plane in his hands, thankful that it was still in good shape, although the end that he was holding was a little bent. He looked over to Kimaya with a weak smile, feeling a bit silly for getting so sidetracked.

"You want to throw it?"[/color] He indicated, holding out the plane to her. In all honesty, it seemed like such a simple gesture. It wasn't as though throwing a paper airplane was anything so complicated. However, he wanted Kimaya to feel included in the action. He didn't want her to watch from the sidelines, he wanted her to lose herself, to have a bit of fun, to enjoy this as much as he did. Maybe she would decline, but maybe she would accept, and therefore, it was worth asking.

"We could flip a coin to decide?"[/color] Oliver wore a strange smile on his face at this point, as though he were engaging in an inside joke that very few knew about. Of course, he was, and he couldn't explain why he was so amused by such things. A simple flip of a coin decided who would go down in history as the one to make the first flight, after all.

He waited for Kimaya's response. For Kimaya, joining the RSOR could add a greater purpose in her life as well, though not in the way that it had for Oliver. The RSOR provided stability to him. For Kimaya, it could finally give her a place where she felt as though she could truly belong.


Word count: 790
To: Kimiya/Jaycie!
Thoughts: Holy carp...and I thought I rambled bad before!

[jaycie]

Normal wasn't exactly a word most people would use to describe Kimaya. She was too quiet, and really, who just writes for fun? For as long as she could remember, especially once her parents threw her into a public school, she had heard everything they could throw at her. It never bothered her. She was quiet, after all, and she did like to write. If they didn't like it, well, that was their problem. It was because of this that she found it hilarious that Oliver thought she was more normal than him. Sure, he was only teasing her, but no one back home would have ever said something like that to her. After all, he was the one fitting in here, not her. ”Oh, I think you'd be surprised,” she laughed, only half joking. ”Just ask around, I'm sure you can find plenty of people who will tell you how strange I am.”

Maya wasn't entirely sure what she was doing. It wasn't like her to joke around with boys; she usually had a hard time talking to them in the first place. She just felt really comfortable with Oliver, for some reason, even if she got the feeling he wasn't quite as comfortable with her as she was with him. It usually took her far longer to grow close to someone, but she just felt a connection to Oliver for some reason. She couldn't really explain it. She had never felt so comfortable with anyone so quickly in her life. How long had it taken her to feel comfortable enough with Peter to talk to him, after all?

Oh, she was doing it again. She got far too caught up in her own imagination. Peter was just a character in her books. He wasn't real, and she had never met him. It seemed like she had to continually tell herself this sometimes. Honestly, it was no wonder the people at her old school had thought she was odd. Her mother often told her she needed to control her imagination, which isn't something many kids hear. Apparently Kimaya had been making up stories a lot longer than she could remember. It was something her family had just grown used to.

”I've never actually been up in a plane,” she admitted somewhat sheepishly. It was that she never wanted to fly, she just never had anywhere to fly to. ”I've always wanted to, though. Maybe someday I'll be able to. She had always thought it looked like fun to fly. Again, this wasn't really something that people would expect from her, but it was the truth. ”I'm kind of scared of heights, though. I'm not sure how I would be affected by flying.” Something about Oliver made her want to tell him things she didn't usually tell people.

She recognized the signs of someone getting lost in their head. Too often she had seen the look on her own face in the mirror. The best way to deal with it, she knew, was to just let them work through whatever they were thinking. And so, she stood quietly by, waiting for Oliver to speak again.

When he did, she was shocked. He wanted her to have the first throw? ”That doesn't seem fair. You made it, you should get to throw first.” It always got Kimaya in trouble when people offered her something. She was never sure if they were being genuine, or if they were just trying to be polite. Just to be safe, she almost always turned someone down when they offered her something. Besides, she honestly wanted to watch Oliver throw it. He seemed to be passionate about the plane, and it would make Kimaya feel good to see him doing something he loved. When he suggested flipping a coin, Kimaya couldn't help but giggle.

See, she had always loved history, and certain stories always stuck out to her. It just seemed ironic to Maya that Oliver was referencing a coin toss to “fly” a plane. ”Oh, like the Wright brothers?” Kimaya asked, giggling slightly. Another sign that she wasn't completely normal – she saw references to obscure parts of history that no one else saw. She almost doubted even Oliver knew that he had made the reference in the first place. ”I don't know, Oliver, are you sure you want to entrust the first flight of your plane to a coin toss?” She was just joking around with him again, but she was having a lot of fun. Certainly more fun than she had had since arriving at the school.

The Words: 765
The Tag: Oliver/Mandee
The Notes: maya's catching onnnn. xP

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Oliver grinned as Kimaya came back, insisting that she was not normal by any means of the word. He knew for a fact that neither was he, and therefore decided to persist. Partially because it was fun, and partially to show Kimaya that it wasn't all that bad to be weird. "Did you take apart your dad's computer when you were seven?"[/color] Oliver decided to throw in. "Besides, everyone's odd. There's a lot of odd people in this school, really. Even those who don't appear odd are just doing a good job of hiding it."[/color] He was referring to the RSOR with this comment, though of course he couldn't come out and admit that much. There were 'normals' around, of course...they outnumbered the RSOR members, but only by a 20% margin.

That was even assuming that Kimaya was a reincarnate. He was nowhere near proof, and only had a hunch to operate on. While Kimaya was lost in her thoughts, he was lost in his own. Upon hearing that Kimaya had never been up in a plane, Oliver shook his head. "Don't know what you're missing. It's an amazing feeling...it's the crashing that's not so fun."[/color] Oliver made out as though he were joking, throwing in a few chuckles. However, he was telling the truth. Crashing was not fun when it landed you with broken bones and injuries that affected you your entire life. Crashing was not fun when it killed your passenger. Oliver wanted to go flying again, but didn't want to relive those memories.

Upon hearing that she was afraid of heights, Oliver shrugged. "Maybe you should stay away from planes, then. I mean, not that they're not safe, but...I think I should just quit while I'm ahead."[/color] Oliver shook his head. His little ramble was not going the way that it was supposed to at all. "Any reason you're afraid of heights or is just one of those irrational fears? Don't feel bad about that if it is, we all have them." He tried to add comfortingly. However, he was asking the question about heights to see if it had anything to do with her past life.

"Well, that's fairly decent logic, but it's not like I haven't flown paper airplanes before. Figured I'd share the honor."[/color] He let out a laugh at this, trying to sound serious but failing miserably at it. Despite the fact that he had no idea if Kimaya was a normal or not, or who she was in her past life if she was a reincarnate, Oliver felt as though he could get along with her easily. Was she possibly another pilot? Oliver doubted it, as she'd likely show a bit more interest in the paper airplane than she was. However, 1930s was an era that he knew, and thus it was hard not to sift through various people in his mind.

His laughter stopped abruptly when she mentioned the Wright Brothers. For a few seconds, the look on his face conveyed a mixture of shock and confusion. Then he looked back at the paper airplane and managed a small smile. "Y-Yeah, kinda like that."[/color] He hadn't expected her to get the reference. It caught him off guard, and he wasn't sure if he liked that. He wasn't sure if Isabella would like that. However, he had to go along with it. It only seemed to add to his suspicions that much more. Of course, there was a chance that she was just a normal fourteen year old girl who'd had to do a report on the Wright Brothers at some point in her life (okay, so that would probably be bad for him, but he'd try to weasel his way out of trouble), but it was certainly another symptom to jot down in the book.

Her next comment brought him back to his original state. The irony of the statement was not lost on him, though he was not entirely sure if Kimaya meant it ironically or if it just happened to come out that way. "Eh, I really don't care. It's not like I haven't left things like that up to fate before."[/color] Oliver met her eyes with a grin. He figured that was the safest way to convey the truth without giving himself away. For someone with the knowledge of who he was, it could be taken literally. However, Kimaya wasn't supposed to know that, and therefore, she would hopefully take it metaphorically.

Word count: 730
To: Kimiya/Jaycie!
Thoughts: Haha, she's turned the tables on him and made HIM uncomfortable. Sweet, unintentional revenge. XD

[jaycie]

Kimaya giggled at Oliver's question. ”No,” she admitted, even though she was sure the question had been rhetorical. She felt like she had been challenged, however, so she continued. ”But did you create a whole other family for yourself by the time you were five, and every time you were angry at your parents you would yell at them and insist that they weren't your real family?” She wasn't sure why she brought that up; it was another example of how she told Oliver things she had never told anyone. In all honesty, she couldn't explain why she was trying to prove that she was more abnormal than he was. For some reason it had seemed like a good idea, but since she had shared a bit of her personal life that she never meant to, she suddenly realized that it wasn't as good of an idea as she had previously thought. ”Oh, wow. Forget that I said that. That was embarrassing.”

As Oliver tried to explain to her that there were a lot of odd people at the school, Maya wondered, not for the first time by any means, how he had adjusted to the school so fast. He seemed to know so many people, so many secrets. It didn't seem fair to her that he already understood the way things worked at Riverdale, while she was still in the dark about everything. She was jealous, that was obvious, even to her. Not that she wasn't happy for her friend, she just wished he would share his secret with her. Instead of calling him out on his knowledge, and how he knew so much, she just shrugged. ”Well, if there are more strange people here, they do a great job of hiding it. They need to share their secret.”

”I'm sure its a wonderful feeling, all the freedom of being up in the air like that,” Maya told him. Flying had always seemed like a wonderful idea to her. She had always hated enclosed spaces. Not that she was claustrophobic or anything, she just hated the feeling of being trapped. More than anything she liked being outside, smelling fresh air. Being inside for any long period of time just made her cringe. She could handle it, but she didn't like it at all. In her mind, flying would give a sense of freedom like nothing else. It would be an amazing experience, she was sure. She would have to try it sometime. ”I'm not so sure about the crashing, though,” she laughed, knowing that what she had just said was kind of an obvious opinion for any sane person.

When Oliver told her she should avoid planes, she shrugged. ”Maybe, but if I do that then I might never get to experience something I'll really enjoy. But its not like I have anywhere to fly to right now, so really, its not even a decision I need to make right now.” Now that she had her mind set on wanting to experience the feeling, she couldn't let it go. She grinned at Oliver to let him know that she understood what he was trying to say, but didn't comment on his attempted explanation. When he asked about her fear of heights, however, she started to feel uneasy. As comfortable as she was with him, she still didn't like questions about her personal life. ”Just irrational, I guess. I can't explain it, and my the – well, no one in my family can figure out why.” She spoke quickly, hoping Oliver would leave it at that. She had always been scared of heights, and never knew why. If her therapist hadn't been able to discover the reason, what was the hope that a fourteen year old boy she had just met would?

Maya giggled at Oliver's attempt to sound serious. It was nice to have a friend that she could joke around with, someone she could relate to on some level. ”Well in that case, I'll be greatly pleased to accept this honor,” she said, not entirely able to cover up the fit of giggles that was still plaguing her. She had attempted a serious tone of voice, but had failed greatly. Instead, she sounded like just what she was: a fourteen year old girl who was having fun.

The smile faded off Maya's face when Oliver stopped laughing. Had she said something wrong? Maybe he thought it was odd that she had pointed out the historical reference. She knew there were some things she just needed to keep to herself. It wasn't as if she was trying to do things that weren't accepted socially. She just liked history, and she remembered reading about the Wright Brothers, and being amused by the coin toss. Perhaps it would be best if she just kept her mouth shut from now on.

Oliver seemed flustered, and it confused her to no end. There was no reason for him to be acting this way. And then, just as suddenly as it started, Oliver was back to the same boy she had met that first day in science class. When he grinned at her, she just shrugged it off, but filed his reaction away in the back of her mind. Someday she would have to figure out what exactly had caused him to become so flustered. ”Que sera, sera and all that?” she asked, pulling the phrase from a memory. It was a song her mother had listened to, ever since she was a little girl. The fifties were a bit later than Maya's usual fascination, but it was a good song nonetheless.

The Words: 938
The Tag: Oliver/Mandee
The Notes: uhhh don't feel required to reply to all of that. i couldn't make myself stop...

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Oliver was about to state that his comment proved his point, that no one was normal, when Kimaya spoke again, saying something that caused Oliver to do a double take. He looked closely at her, but the look on his face was different than the usual 'studying' look that made her so uncomfortable. No, this was a searching look. She thought she belonged to a different family. So had he. Except he truly had belonged to a different family in the past, and so had several other students at the school. This...this was something to go after.

Before he could speak again, Kimaya told him to disregard what she said. Oliver shook his head at once. "No. Don't be embarrassed. I did the same thing."[/color] She might assume that he was just saying this to cheer her up, but if she took one look at his face, she would see that he was dead serious. He wondered if this, perhaps, was one of those "freaky" things Isabella had described to him in a text earlier. Then again, a normal that wasn't getting along with her family might be the same way, so he knew that he couldn't act just yet.

"I thought for the longest time I was adopted. Didn't feel like I quite belonged in my family."[/color] He decided to divulge. He knew he couldn't tell her all of the details just yet, but he wanted to share that much with her. Partially because he thought it might get her to divulge more...but also due to the fact that he actually wanted to share this sort of information with her. He felt as though he could trust her with it, and he felt as though he had more in common with this girl than either of them could have ever imagined when they first met in class.

Oliver smiled, biting his lip at her next words. He was in on all of these secrets because he was accepted into the RSOR. He was growing increasingly suspicious of Kimaya, but he knew for a fact that he couldn't act yet. Isabella had explained to him the dangers of that. He would possibly put the lives of other members in danger, and as far as himself? He might cause her to question his sanity, which was not an entirely pleasant option.

"It is. Dreamed about it for years before I finally did it..." Yes, this was a reference to the past, but he hoped that it was sealed up well enough that she could just pass it off as a normal comment. Or, if she did catch something odd, perhaps she'd say something odd in return and then this little game could continue. He felt a bit guilty for doing this...had Isabella felt the same way with him in the library when she was searching him out?

Oliver handed the paper airplane over to Kimaya. "Go for it. I've already had my chances."[/color] With both paper airplanes and real airplanes, but he wasn't going to tell her that. Instead, he just smiled his knowing little smile and stepped back, folding his arms down in front of him. When he saw the smile fade from Kimaya's face, though, he felt another pang of guilt. While on one hand he knew it would be better if he just said nothing, it would not sit well with his conscience and therefore he had to speak. "I'm sorry, just didn't expect anyone else to get that reference."[/color] He gave her a comforting smile (or at least what he hoped would be a comforting smile).

"So, shall we?"[/color] Oliver indicated the paper airplane in Kimaya's hands. He grabbed his sketchbook at once, along with a pen. Then he looked over at Kimaya once more, biting his lip as he seriously considering showing her what was inside. This, of course, was a silly option, but Oliver was getting antsy at this point. He almost wanted to shake Kimaya and ask if she was a reincarnation, but he knew it wasn't something that he could do. He just had to settle for little references to amuse himself for now, which was nowhere near as fun.

He just hadn't expected her to get some of these references, and that, dearies, was a cause for investigation. "Do you ever wonder what it was like to live back then?"[/color] Oliver questioned her, hoping that it would come across as just a random question. She didn't seem to respond too well to the heights question, though he certainly gained a bit of insight when she mentioned that her family did not know where the fear had come from. Could have something to do with a potential past life. This question, however, was not as personal...and yet it could offer so many more answers for Oliver. Did she actually know what it was like to live back in a certain time? It would especially help if she mentioned something about the early 20th century...that was a time he certainly knew a few things about!

Word count: 846
To: Kimiya/Jaycie!
Thoughts: Both he, and I, are getting antsy. XD *Pats Oliver/Orville*

[jaycie]

It was one thing to have done odd things in the past, such as create a whole other family for yourself, but it was a complete other thing to go around telling people about it. That was something she had never even told her therapist, and yet, here she was blurting it out to Oliver after only knowing him for a few days. She couldn't even begin to imagine what Oliver was going to think of that. It wasn't exactly something “normal” kids did, after all. When he told her that he did the same thing as a child, she threw her head up to look at him, searching for any trace that he was just patronizing her, but didn't see any. Instead, she saw complete seriousness, which shocked her into silence. She had always rationalized it to herself as she was a writer, so it made sense she would create characters. But as far as she knew, Oliver didn't write, so if he had done the same thing, maybe it was something else entirely? ”Really?” she asked in a small voice. For the longest time she had thought she was the only one. She had felt like a terrible person, because really, who made up a new family to replace their own?

”It wasn't that I didn't feel like I belonged in my family,” Maya started, then paused, wondering how best to describe the feeling. And honestly, wondering if it was something she wanted to share with Oliver. The only way she could describe what she had felt growing up would be to basically tell him her whole life story, and it didn't get much more personal than that. Eventually, the desire to explain herself to someone who seemed to understand won out and she started talking again. ”My family is great. I've never really had a problem with them – well, except my brother, but that's really a different story. I always felt horrible for thinking about my other family – that's what I called them. The family I made up. It feels – felt – I don't know. It was like I had two families. My fictional family has always been just as important to me as my real family.” There, it was out there. Basically her whole embarrassing story. Too late to take it back. She just hoped Oliver didn't think she was crazy.

Maya couldn't help but smile when Oliver started to talk about flying. It was obvious to her that he really loved it. ”That's awesome. I really hope I get the chance to fly some day,” she said, her voice taking a wistful tone at the end. She really did think it would be a lot of fun. Maybe she could convince her parents to take a long vacation somewhere next summer.

Kimaya took the paper plane from Oliver, and just stared at it. ”Are you sure?” she asked. Maybe she was taking the whole thing a bit seriously, but she couldn't help it. It was Oliver's plane after all, and she didn't want to take it from him if he really wanted to be the one to test it out. When Oliver mentioned that he hadn't expected anyone else to catch the reference, Maya allowed a small, careful smile to form on her face. ”I'm kind of a history geek,” she admitted, hoping that would explain everything. To her it did, but she sometimes had problems articulating herself well.

She brought the plane back up, looked at it, and looked back at Oliver. ”Any specific way you want me to throw it? It might seem like a silly question, but Kimaya knew all to well how people could be about their things. It was better to ask than to take a chance on doing something they didn't want.

Oliver's next question threw her off, big time. She had, of course, thought what it would have been like to live back then. More than once she had mentioned to her therapist that she thought she had been born in the wrong time period. The question just seemed to have come out of no where, and before she could even think about an answer, she said the first thing that came to mind. ”I have, actually,” she told him casually. ”Have you ever felt like you should have been born in a different time period? Like you would have fit in better with people from back then?” If he hadn't brought the subject up first, she never would have asked the question, but since he had, she really wanted to know the answer. Maybe she wasn't alone on this one either.

The Words: 778
The Tag: Oliver/Mandee
The Notes: the end is kind of rushed and its shorter than i intended, but i really just wanted to finish it.

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Oliver could tell that she was unsure to think after he made his admittance. "Really."[/color] He responded to her first question. He felt guilty too, of course. He hadn't at first, only because he didn't know any better. Even as a child, he wanted to think of a logical explanation as to why he had memories of another family. The most obvious answer at the time had been adoption. That still didn't explain everything. It explained the different names, the different families, but did not explain why Oliver had memories as an adult man, and why the memories seemed to be from a far away time.

"I had another family too. Got along great with..."[/color] Oliver faltered at this. He had almost referred to his biological parents as 'the Winchesters'. How weird would that sound? Not that this entire conversation wasn't taking on a weird direction anyway, but he figured it might be too soon for such a slip up. "...my real family, but I always felt there was another family out there I belonged to as well."[/color] He continued, fully anticipating that she'd probably have at least a question or two to ask about his hesitation, but this way at least he'd have a bit longer to think things through.

He looked Kimaya in the eye. "Have you ever felt that they weren't fake, though? Like they were people you really knew once upon a time?"[/color] He wondered if perhaps he was being too gutsy at this point, but it was too late to take this question back. From the way she talked, though, he had a feeling that she would know exactly what he was talking about.

Oliver laughed as Kimaya once again questioned him to make certain that it was alright that she throw the plane. "It's a paper airplane, Kimaya, not the Wright Flyer. I really don't mind if you do the honors."[/color] Oliver shook his head, smiling. He was happy that Kimaya was taking his feelings into consideration, but she needed to stop worrying about that and just let loose!

"I'm a bit of a history geek too."[/color] Oliver conceded, grinning. Of course he was a history geek - What other choice did he have? He was in the history books, as well as several of his friends and acquaintances. More acquaintances than friends at this point, since it was early on in the school year. He wanted to consider Kimaya to be a friend, however.

He was caught a bit off guard as she asked how to throw the paper airplane. Had she seriously never thrown a paper airplane before? "Just grasp it by the folds on the bottom and pull it back, then let loose. The wind should go over the wings then, and..."[/color] He paused, shaking his head. No, he was not going to give a lesson on lift using a paper airplane. He wanted to talk to Kimaya, not put her to sleep. As interested as he was in that sort of thing, he didn't figure that the girl before him would be. He still figured she was just humoring him when it came to this paper airplane, but he still appreciated it.

At Kimaya's next words, Oliver knew. Well, he didn't know 100%, but it was pretty darn close. He stepped closer to Kimaya at this point. "Yes."[/color] He responded, looking down at his 'sketchbook'. "Always felt like I should have been around in the late 19th and early 20th century."[/color] He was, but he couldn't tell her that. Not just yet, anyway. "What about you?"[/color] He longed to ask so much more, but knew that he couldn't. Not just yet, but the time was drawing near, and he could feel it.

Word count: 709
To: Kimiya/Jaycie!
Thoughts: Arrrrrrrrgh!

[jaycie]

The fact that she had finally found someone who understood, finally found someone who knew what she went through as a child flooded Kimaya with relief. She never had anyone to talk to growing up, and at Oliver's reassurance that she wasn't alone in her thoughts made me feel so much better. Maya could never understand – and she still didn't, to be honest – why Jason could never understand what she was talking about. He had always told her that she was being ridiculous, and that she was going to hurt Mom and Dad's feelings if she kept talking the way she was. The fear of hurting her parents kept her from expressing herself – until now. Oliver was bringing her back to place that she hadn't been to since she was a small child. In her mind, it was better to ignore what she was feeling than to risk hurting someone she cared about. It had taken her a while to break herself of the habit of talking about her other parents and her older sister, but until this conversation had started, she hadn't said a word about them in years. She never forgot about them, of course, she just pushed them back, a vague memory to be revisited only in the privacy of her own room, never to be shared with anyone.

Something about the way Oliver hesitated before finishing his sentence shot a question through Kimaya's mind. ”You don't think you belong with them.” The words were questioning, but she had expressed it as a statement. It was just the way he had said it. Maya got the feeling that he wanted to say something else, but had stopped himself. ”But isn't that something that every child feels about their family at some point in their life?” she asked, trying to bring the conversation into some level of normalcy. Somehow they had taken a strange twist, and she was grasping at straws to find her way back to something she understood. She had originally been elated to discover someone who felt the same way she did, but now she was starting to feel slightly creeped out.

And Oliver's next question didn't help that feeling any. How could he possibly know that before Jason had convinced her otherwise, her “fictional” family had always seemed like more. They had always seemed like a distant memory, and one she would really like to find her way back to. That wasn't something she had ever shared with anyone, not even Jason, although he had guessed that was what she had felt. She sucked in a sharp breath, trying to decide how the best way to answer would be. ”How could you possibly have known that?” she answered. She was far beyond caring how personal his questions were. After telling someone your most embarrassing secret, there wasn't much more that mattered. She was far more concerned about where this conversation was heading. Every time she thought it just couldn't possibly get any stranger, it took another odd twist.

Kimaya smiled at Oliver's words. ”I have an older brother, I know how your boy brains work,” she teased him. ”You tell me to do one thing, then right after I do it, you get mad because that wasn't what you wanted. I just decided it was best to make sure. She laughed. She was having so much fun just joking around with Oliver. If there was one thing she loved, it was that he was making historical references. Not many kids their age would do that. ”I can tell. I think its awesome. I'm not sure I've ever met another history geek before,” she told him. The only other person she had ever been especially close to had hated history of all kinds, which was something Maya just couldn't understand. She loved reading about people who had lived in time periods so different from their own!

Maya giggled as Oliver misunderstood her question and started explaining how to throw the airplane. ”I know how to throw a paper airplane, I was just unsure about this one. I've never seen a paper plane this...intricate before. It's really nice,” she complimented, admiring the plane once more. Oliver had put a lot of thought into it, and had created a paper plane like one Maya had never seen before. She thought it was really neat, and resolved to ask him eventually if he would teach her how to fold one just like it.

A shiver shot down Maya's spine at Oliver's next words. He really did understand. A lot of people said they felt like they were born in the wrong time period – she had heard it many times before – but something in Oliver's voice made her think that he really did feel that way. That he shared the same feelings on the subject as Maya did. He, like her, was in the wrong era, and could do nothing about it. ”Remember how I told you about my stories? About the girl in the nineteen thirties? Well, there's a reason they're set back then. The early twentieth century – especially the thirties – simply fascinate me. I've always felt like....I would have been more comfortable living back then.” She had officially told Oliver almost everything that she had ever kept from her brother, from her entire family, really.

The Words: 896
The Tag: Oliver/Mandee
The Notes: -flails- i'm not sure she can unknowingly drop any more hints, hahaha.

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Oliver looked down at his feet. It wasn't a good thing to feel like he didn't belong with his family, and even now, knowing that he was truly a member of the Wright family, he knew it was bad to feel the way that he did. Judy Winchester had given birth to him this time around. They had behaved like real parents because they were his biological parents this time around. Like Kimaya, he rarely talked about it, especially after his mother's tearfest when he brought up the subject of adoption to her. Now that he looked back, he couldn't say that he entirely blamed her. He bit his lip, a troubled expression coming across his face. And Cindy...no wonder she had reacted the way that she had. Here was her baby brother, saying that he was someone who very much wasn't her brother. No wonder she'd reacted the way that she had!

"I guess, but not like..."[/color] He hated the feeling of not being able to finish his sentences, but this time the onus was not on Kimaya. No, this time it was on him. He couldn't bring himself to dishonor his 'adopted' family like that. They weren't his real family in his mind, no, but they were still family. Fortunately, Kimaya distracted him with another question - Another 'how could you possibly know that?'. "Cause I felt the same way."[/color]

Oliver grinned at Kimaya's response, then fired off one of his own. "Well, I have an older sister and a younger sister. I know how girl brains work too. You put way too much thought into what other people think."[/color] He teased right back, feeling much more at ease than he had in a long time. He hadn't revealed who he truly was to this girl yet, but at the same time, he felt as though he was revealing more and more of that true self. And, thus far, he wasn't scaring her away. If anything, she was coming closer. He liked that feeling a lot.

"Oh, I know plenty of people around Riverdale who are interested in history. You just aren't looking in the right places. Though you found me, which is a step in the right direction."[/color] He laughed, realizing that he sounded a bit full of himself. In reality, it was just another covert reference to the RSOR. He wasn't about to mention that she roomed with two other people who fell into that category. Not yet, anyway. Maybe Isabella would come up in this conversation at some point, maybe not. He knew it wouldn't be for a little while though, however.

His eyes lit up when she commented the paper airplane. Yes, it was a paper airplane, but it still felt good to receive compliments on his work. In this lifetime, he'd mostly just received odd glances and stunned looks, depending on whatever project he was working on at the time and the age at which he was working on said project.
"Eh, I tend to go a bit crazy when it comes to these things."[/color] Oliver held his sketchbook tightly to his chest (wherein some of his most crazy ideas were concealed), looking at the airplane. "Are you going to throw that thing or are we going to keep all flights grounded for the day?"[/color] His eyes twinkled as he continued to tease her. In all honesty, though, he was growing a bit impatient - Not just at the fact that she was not throwing the airplane, but at the fact that he couldn't just come out and tell Kimaya about the RSOR.

He was, however, going to drop yet another reference. He opened his sketchbook to a blank page, preparing himself to write down data on the paper airplane's flight. As he did this, however, he decided to make another 'joke'. "Maybe you did, like in a past life or something."[/color] He chuckled, to indicate that it was a joke, but at the same time awaited her reaction. Her reaction meant everything at this point. If she laughed it off as if it were a joke too, he would step back a bit. If she, however, showed any sign that it could be a possibility...well, he might have just hit a winner.

Word count: 754
To: Kimiya/Jaycie!
Thoughts: Well, he's getting there.

[jaycie]

The plan when Kimaya had first walked out here had just been to have some fun. There had been nothing about strange conversations that left her feeling … oh, she didn't even know what the word for how she was feeling was. Oliver had her so flustered. It had been awesome to begin with. She wasn't as crazy as she thought. But as time went on, she started to realize that there was something more here. She wasn't sure what it was, but she wasn't comfortable with the idea. Her friend was agreeing with everything she was telling him. That wasn't the strange part. In all honesty, she wasn't sure what about this conversation was making her feel uncomfortable, but she really just wanted it to go back to the realm of the normal. She wanted to be able to understand where the conversation was heading again.

And so she was going to do just that. No more encouraging the strange turn of events. Everything had a logical explanation; she had figured that out long ago. ”Well, it was silly, of course. Jason – that's my brother – he wasn't happy when I started telling him and my parents all of this. He set me straight, told me I had too active of an imagination.” Every time she thought about that day, she cringed. Jason, her best friend, her brother, had exploded. Told her that she was being cruel and selfish, and why did she want to hurt them all like that? What had they ever done to her? It was one of the worst moments of her life. She hated being yelled at, and Jason rarely yelled at her like that. It wasn't something she enjoyed, and it wasn't something she ever wanted to experience again. He had set her straight about her family, and ever since that day she had tried to forget about her other family.

”Shows how much you know. I don't care what people think about me, I'm just nice,” she shot back, grinning as she said it. The more time she spent with Oliver, the more it felt like she had known him for her whole life, and not just a few days. She had never had such an instant connection with someone, and not for the first time, she was really grateful to her science teacher for pairing them up. Where would she be right now if she had never met Oliver, after all? Most likely back home in Tennessee, back to being home schooled by her mother. Definitely not out on the grounds, enjoying herself, bantering with a new friend.

As Oliver started talking about the school as if he knew all its secrets again, Maya couldn't help herself. She was seriously curious as to how a freshman, someone who had just started at the school, someone like her, knew so much while she herself knew so little. It was like Oliver had connections that she didn't, and he wasn't keen on sharing. ”True, I did find you. But the question is how did you find all these other people? Come on, Oli, share your secrets!” she laughed a little, sounding like she was teasing, but really she was only half joking. She really would like to know where Oliver was getting all his information. And also, she was really hoping he didn't mind the nickname, because she had said it without thinking. It came out of nowhere, but she rather liked it, and she hoped it didn't offend him.

”Like I said, I think its really cool. You'll have to teach me how to fold one sometime, okay?” Maya could tell that this was something that was important to him, so she really hoped he would be willing to teach her. The only paper airplane she had ever folded was one of your basic plane, the kind every seven year old child knows how to do. She would really enjoy learning how to a more difficult plane. ”Okay, okay, I'm throwing it,” she giggled, then drew the plane back and released it, watching as it soared across the sky, then landed gently on the ground. She looked at Oliver with a grin on her face. ”I'd say it was a success, wouldn't you?”

When Oliver brought up the subject of past lives, Kimaya wasn't really sure how to react. She would never acknowledge it, of course, but a past life would explain everything she had been feeling her entire life. But it wasn't something that she would let herself think about, let alone believe. ”A past life? You think?” she questioned, trying to force a small laugh. The second she heard it, she cringed, knowing that Oliver would be able to hear the falseness of her laugh, and would no doubt question her on it.

The Words: 804
The Tag: Oliver/Mandee
The Notes: methinks maya is getting a crush. xP

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Although Kimaya tried to steer the conversation back toward the realm of normalcy, Oliver pushed back in the other direction. He wasn't doing it to counteract her...he just wanted her to know that she wasn't silly for having these feelings, and that plenty of others around the school had them. "I don't think it's silly, Maya. I think you'll find more people feel like that then you think."[/color] Another reference to these 'other people'. He wondered if she'd ever question him as to who these other people were. He wished he could just come out and tell her already! "My sister reacted the same way when I told her...we did research and everything. When I told her what I thought, however, she seemed hurt. I guess I can see why now, but...it's not like there's anything I can do about it."[/color]

There were advantages and disadvantages to this reincarnation thing. Everyone reincarnated was getting a second chance at life, a second chance to make their mark on the world. However, it also made for some rather awkward situations. "Did you write your name wrong on papers too when you were little? I did, and so did this girl I was talking to in the library. She said she was feeling the same sort of things too."[/color]

He was getting closer and closer to telling her. He laughed at her insistence that she was just nice. "Well, of course you're nice, I wasn't saying you weren't."[/color] He smiled. He meant it too. He just wondered if perhaps Kimaya was too nice. Oh well, he didn't really want it any other way. If she wasn't as nice as she was, she might not be patient enough to deal with him. And Oliver knew enough about himself to know that he required some patience at times.

Oliver bit his lip as Kimaya asked him how he had formed so many connections so early into the school year. Should he tell her now or not? It seemed like such a good opportunity, but was it really the right time? Oliver decided to go the safe route first, just because he knew what might happen if he didn't. "Happens when you join a school club."[/color] Oliver answered nonchalantly. He didn't mention which club, or that Kimaya was in serious consideration for membership. Very serious consideration.

He didn't mind the nickname either. In fact, it made him grin that much more. Everything about Kimaya made him feel happy. As Kimaya informed him that she wished to learn how to fold one, Oliver looked at her. "Could teach you now, if you want."[/color] He smiled, fully intending to teach her at some point, even if not now. Of course, his paper airplane had to take flight first. He watched as the plane slipped out of her hand and across the yard, reaching it's final resting spot. Oliver looked over at Kimaya at once. "Stay where you are for just a second." He grabbed a sufficient size rock and placed it down next to Kimaya's foot, to use as a marker. Then he removed a small tape measure from his pocket. He handed one end of the tape measure to Kimaya. "Can you hold this? I want to measure how far it flew..."[/color] He grinned rather sheepishly at this point. "Sorry...I'm a bit of a nerd when it comes to this sort of thing too."

Upon hearing her words, and seeing the smile on her face, Oliver could not help but flash a bright smile of his own. "I'd say it was. Good throw, Maya."[/color] He didn't mind his nickname, and he hoped that she wouldn't mind hers. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he turned his attention to the task at hand. He jotted her initials down on the open page in the book in his hand. One thing he failed to note? There was a diagram of the other plane he planned to build at some point on the page clearly visible to Kimaya on the other side, along with a diagram of the Wright Flyer. There were various notes jotted down, comparing the two models in great detail. Detail that most fourteen year olds would not understand.

He looked up as she repeated 'past life', watching her reaction closely. The corners of his mouth turned up as he saw her reaction. Just what he was looking for. She laughed, but it wasn't a fully amused, boastful laugh. It was the kind of laugh he'd made when she referenced the Wright Brothers coin toss earlier. It was the kind of laugh that one made when they were hiding something. "Well, I think it's certainly a possibly."[/color] He smiled, as though he were simply referring to the weather. It was the same smile, and same tone, he'd used when he'd told Cindy that he was Orville Wright. Fortunately this time around he'd opted for a bit more subtlety. That way he could stop to gauge her reaction before he did something really stupid. See, old dogs do learn new tricks.

Word count: 885
To: Kimiya/Jaycie!
Thoughts: Methinks Oliver is getting one too. =)