Friend Zone part 7

Authors note: I know it's been a while guys, but a lot has been happening so please bear with me sweeties. Anyways, as always, reviews are greatly appreciated, and do enjoy your reading, ok? Off you go!

Chapter 7

"Yeah, ok. I'll see you later, yes. Ok, bye." She ended the call with a smile, turning back to her friend. "What?"

"Who was that?" Carla asked, a suspicious tone lacing her voice.

"Steve." Kono said simply, signaling the waiter near their table for another couple of drinks. She didn't seem too keen on explaining herself further, instead focusing on finishing her beer.

"Steve? As in, your boss?" Carla asked, surprised. "You're friends with him?"

Kono rolled her eyes. "C, I told you, they're all like family to me."

Carla made a high pitched sound, something between a choked out laugh and a fake cough, and Kono squinted her eyes at her. "What now?"

"Steve is like family to you?" she laughed, "As if someone can be 'just friends' with a hot piece of ass like that."

"Carla!" did she have something to throw at her head? "He's my boss, don't talk about him like that, just- gross."

Carla nodded, grabbing her beer. "Like you haven't thought about it."

"Would you believe me if I told you I didn't?"

"No," Carla replied, her tone suggesting that was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard.

"Ok," Kono sighed. "New topic, then."

Someone once told Kono there were five great things about having a guy best friend. She was young, really, so she wasn't even pay attention to what that other person was rambling on about, but she did remember that someone had written down those five things on a piece of paper and handed it to her. She could have cared less about the paper, but kept it anyway. Mostly because there no garbage cans around.

She now looks back, and thinks that such friend was an angel from the future.

Not too long ago, Kono had to help her mom remodel her room into a nursery for her newest niece, and, truth be told, even though she was excited about the prospect of a new baby to play and (eventually) teach how to surf, she was a little less excited about having to turn her room into a nursery.

On one end, of course, childhood memories would be lost and all that, but… the work. It would take so much work to remodel that room. SO much.

But, oh well. What needs to be done…

And so, agreeing to help on her first day off in weeks, she headed to her parent's house on the other side of the island. And at 10 am, in that precise day, she found it.

The paper.

Still intact, surprisingly, stashed inside one of her flowery notebooks. She smiled as she read what was on it. She almost didn't remember.


But then again, remembering… was either the best, or the worst thing she ever did on her entire life. Why? Well, in order to explain that, she would have to reveal the memories coming back to her as she read those five great things about having a guy best friend.

And... why not?

They can always make you laugh.


"Wow. What happened to you?"

Steve stood there with an irritated expression, scowling. "Danny."

Ok. She saw that coming. "What did you do now?"

A truly offended expression spreads across his face. "I didn't do anything! The suspect was pointing a gun at me, what was I supposed to do? Let him get away?"

She shook her head. "Sit." She ordered more than said, pointing to the chair in front of her desk. He did, walking slowly and wincing slightly as he sat. "So, let me guess. You broke a few of his ribs."

"Very funny," he mumbled, only to then let a few incomprehensible words past his lips.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I," he huffed, thinking about his next words carefully. "I fought him."

She nodded. "Hence the black eye. Anything else?"

"There might have been a few... small, grenades involved."

No. Come on.

She coughed to cover the laugh, giving up when she's about ready to double over her stomach at his face. "Oh, boy, you really outdid yourself this time." She declared, making him fight the urge to laugh along with her. Don't blame him, her laugh is actually funnier than most of her jokes.

"I hate you."

"You love me." She contradicted, letting a few more laughs out.

He leaned back on the chair, closing his eyes and blocking any sound around him. God, his head...

Kono caught movement ahead of her. "Hey, I think somebody wants you."

Steve turned his head around, wincing more than when he sat on the chair as he saw Danny's angry face disappearing into his office.

"He was calling you, in case you're wondering." Kono offered helpfully, because she's sweet like that.

"You wanna come with?" he asked, getting up from the chair with a resigned expression on his face. "He won't murder me if I have a witness."

"I think you'll be alright by yourself." She assured him, trying her best to keep her laugh in.

Not long after that, when Danny and Steve's shouts had filled the HQ, Chin looks over to Kono to see her laughing over the stack of paperwork she's filing.


That was the first thing she remembered when she read the first line on the paper. It was strange, alright, but somehow she just couldn't shake the memory off her mind.

Grenades were a pretty hard thing to forget.

Anyway, the second line required a somewhat more angsty memory. One that was on her mind for weeks.


They beg when you're mad at them.


"Kono, open the door. Please, Kono, c'mon."

There's still no answer.

He knocked again, his knuckles rasping against the wooden door and aching from the countless times he already knocked on her door in the past minutes. He sighed, closing his eyes. "You know I'm gonna break it down if you don't open it."

He doesn't hear any movement.

"Kono, for fuck's sake, you left the TV on, I know you're there!"

He stopped knocking, listening for anything that would tell him she was even moving on the carpeted floor on the other side of the door. There's no sound besides the soft hum of whatever show the TV's stuck in. He shook his head, stepping back from the door and stuffing his hands deep in his pockets. Resignedly, he started heading for the elevators again, planning on calling her as soon as he got home.

"What do you want?"

He snapped his head back, not understanding how the hell she was standing there, under the threshold, a frown on her face and her arms crossed over her chest, and he hadn't heard her.

"I-" he stopped himself from saying any further, instead choosing the think about his next words wisely, scared that she would close the door on his face. Again. He took a tentative step towards her. "I came here to apologize."

"And you think that's gonna make it better?" Kono asked back, raising an eyebrow.

"No." he answered honestly, taking a deep breath. "But it's better than nothing, right?"

She stared back at him, eyes unrelenting. He was close to begging to be let in, but kept his mouth shut, afraid anything else he'd say would only cause her to turn away.

"Ok." She said, to his surprise, stepping to the side to allow him to enter the apartment. "But it better be worth it."

Steve had to contain a sigh of relief as he walked by her uncertainly, hearing the door lock behind him. She turned to him, leaning against the door, as if still pondering if she should throw him out before he talked. "So?"

He felt a bit sheepish suddenly, looking around nervously as he stuffed his hands deep in his pockets. "How's, uh... Nick?"

"You mean the guy you beat up?" she asked back, not feeling the slightest bit guilty as she sees the regret crossing his face. "He's back at home. With a bandage on his head."

Steve sighed, shaking his head. "I didn't think it was that bad."

Kono let out a humorless laugh, getting off the door and heading to the living room. "What did you expect? You threw him to the concrete; did you think he would get away with a band aid?"

"Why are you acting like the bastard didn't deserve it?" Steve asked, frowning, trying to keep his voice under control.

She stopped on her tracks, turning back to him. "What?" she hissed, voice sharp. "You almost killed him!"

"He cheated on you!"

"We kissed once!" she yelled back, fisting her hands at her sides. "Once! It wasn't even official, why is it my business if he slept with someone else?"

"What the fuck?" Steve grunted, "A guy doesn't kiss you and then sleep with someone else!"

Kono sighed, trying desperately to grasp the last threads of patience. "Steve," she started, calmly. "Not everyone is like you, ok? Some guys lie to people. Others cheat, it happens. I pick the wrong ones. But it isn't up to you to almost kill them because I didn't see right through them."

Steve wanted to argue, to tell her that fucker deserved to end up in the hospital for what he did to her, tell her that she was way too much of a woman for him, tell her that he would do it all over again if he had the chance. But then again, that really might get him thrown out of her apartment.

"Ok?" she raised an eyebrow, eyes locked on his.

"Ok." He shrugged, pursing his lips. "So am I forgiven?"

She shook her head. "You still think you have a point, don't you?"

He nodded. "Of course I do. But I get it. And I'm sorry I crossed the line for you." He got closer to her, "So can you forgive me?"

She wants to laugh, but ends up letting out a crooked smile, snorting and letting herself be enveloped by his arms. "Yes." She says, almost reluctantly.

"I still think he deserved it." He mumbled against her hair, but as he felt her slapping his chest with a laugh, he laughed as well, and didn't touch the subject again.


She never thought of mentioning to him that as soon as Nick got the head bandage removed, she showed up at his house for a little visit. That would just make Steve's ego bigger than it already was.

The third line on the paper was actually the only one that didn't summon up an exact memory. It brought up a whole different set of memories that she couldn't really wait to get rid of.

They're sweet when you cry.

It's not like she's a crier. She's not. But sometimes, at night, when she's alone, in her room, surrounded by darkness and the shadows of blood and hurt and death, she feels a compelling will to break, deep in her stomach, rising to her throat as fast as the tears rise to her eyes.

It usually happens after a specially tough case. And, as luck would have it, Steve is always there. She knows why, though. He sees it in her eyes, how she just can't wait to get home, drop to her knees and forget the weight of the day. And he stops her, takes her to his office, closes the door, shuts the blinds, and just hugs her.

And she hates it. Because it makes her feel like she's a little puppy walking around and searching for everyone's protection. And she's fucking not. But somehow, with his fragrance feeling her nostrils, and his calming words filling her ears, she also knows he understands that. And it's not like she couldn't do this with a girl friend, no. It's just that this, with him, here, as she's about to break... she feels safe. She feels safe like she hasn't felt ever since she lost surfing.

She feels safe with someone she looks up to. With someone who's her friend. She feels safe with someone she would take a bullet for.

And for that, she's unbelievably grateful to have him as her best friend.

And ooops, not that she planned this, but the fourth line is also included in this. The fact that they always protect you. And not only does she feel that with Steve, she also feels that the rest of her Ohana. That big, amazing, and sometimes annoying Ohana of hers. But the one she's happy to deal with every day. They protect each other. That's how it works.

No way around it.

So there you have it. Reasons why having a guy best friend is amazing.

Four. Four reasons.

Because the last one, written hurriedly on the bottom of the paper, that she profusely chose to ignore? That one doesn't count.

And as Kono leaves her old house, with an unsettling feeling in her stomach and brushing a strand of hair away from her face, she tries to keep her mind off the newly found paper, and instead busies herself calling Chin and asking if he wants to catch lunch.

And the last line is kept deep in the house, where no one will ever find it, only to be whispered to the wind and never mentioned again.

Because... number 5?

She shakes her head with a silly smile tugging at her lips. As if...


Number 5.

They can fall in love with you.


1 week ago

"Kono..." Steve rasped, swallowing thickly. A bead of sweat rolled down his back, as he stares into her eyes. They seemed to dilate slightly and she stood up a little straighter, her back leaving the wall.

"I should, uh..." Kono cleared her throat, trying to create her own moment of lucidity between him pressed up against her, pinning her to the wall, and his breath, hovering above her, making thinking that much harder. "I should go." She whispered almost inaudibly, turning her head and slowly walking away from him.

And he's just left there. With his thoughts. Thinking.

Thinking about what could have just happened.

And maybe, just maybe... thinking about how much he had wanted it to happen.

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