Chapter 12: Hawaii Madness part 3

A/N: Hey, there may be a part four to this story. I got so many other stories to keep up with and the last part will deal with the ending up the trip. Enjoy.


Chyna POV

"Are you seriously not going to talk to me," I ask, chasing after him.

He glares at me, "are you seriously asking me that, huh? I saw you making out with him."

"Fletcher, Nigel kissed me," I start to explain, "I would never do anything intentionally to hurt you."

I can spot his eyes starting to tear up and it broke my heart to see him like this.

"Fletcher, please don't cry." I say, touching his shoulder.

He yanks away from me, "let's just go, please? I can't stay here another moment with you." He rushes up the stairs.


Sobbing, "I don't understand why he won't believe me, Olive. I didn't kiss Nigel."

"I believe you. I know you wouldn't do something like that." Olive assures me.

"Why doesn't Fletcher believe me? It's not like we haven't been friends since we were eleven."

"You want to know why?"

I nod.

"Because guys are jerks, if he doesn't want to believe you than screw him."

"But, he's my husband. We've been married for almost 12 years and we have 3 children together."

"I say you give him some time to think."

"You really think that will work?" I ask, sniffling.

"Sure! If it doesn't, than I suggest you start filing for divorce," Olive sneers.

I glaze at her in horror.


It's has been 2 days since Fletcher and I spoke, he hasn't even acknowledge my presents and I'm becoming more impatient by the day. I can't believe he's acting like a 5 year old. You would think that he'd tell me how he feels, but he hasn't. This vacation is turning out to be the worst trip ever.

"Good morning, Chyna." Violet greets, with a smile on her face.

"Good morning, Violet," I start, "why do you look so happy?"

"Well, I had this wonderful dream last night and I have a feeling that good things will be coming really soon for me."

"That's nice, I'm happy for you."

Violet smirks, "you should be."

That's when I heard Cameron and Lexi coming down the stairs. "Cameron, I'm serious! You really need to shave that beard off, today," Lexi complains.

"I'm telling you Lexi, all the guys out here are wearing there beard like this. I'm even thinking about growing my hair out and getting dreadlocks," Cameron nods.

"If you even think about getting dreadlocks, Cameron, this marriage is over," Lexi says.

"Oh yeah, that's how you're going to do me right now?"

"That's exactly how I'm going to do you. You should be lucky that I even married you." She grabs a bottle of wine and takes a wine glass out of the cabinet.

"Uh… Lexi…don't you think it's a little too early to be drink wine," I ask.

Lexi snorts in amusement, "Nonsense Chyna, you and I both know that you need a glass of wine just as much as I need one, right now."

Fletcher walks downstairs, heading straight for the refrigerator. He didn't look my way once nor did he say hi to me.

"Good morning, Fletcher." Violet speaks.

"Morning, Violet." He replies.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to the sunshine art gallery," Violet asks him.

"I didn't know you liked art, Violet."

"It's starting to grow on me, do you want to go," she asks.

Fletcher slightly narrows his eyes at me, before answering. "Sure, I would love to go."

"Fantastic, be ready at 12," Violet says.

I got up from my seat and walked towards the living room. I couldn't stay another minute with Fletcher in the kitchen. Lexi sits next to me on the sofa and pours me a drink.

"Hey, you need this," she tells me.

I yank it from her hand, drinking it all at ones. "More please."

"As you wish," she says, pouring more wine in my glass.

"Guys are such jerks."

Lexi snorts, "welcome to my world."

I glance at her, "Cameron was a jerk to you before?"

"No of course not, the guys I dated before him were jerks."

"So you ended up marrying Cameron because he made you happy?"

"Yes, I couldn't be any more happy than I am now."

"Do you think I kissed Nigel purposely just to hurt Fletcher?"

Lexi giggles, "As if, Fletcher really needs a reality check if he thinks you would want anything to do with Nigel."

I laugh, "I can believe after all these years you still talk like that."

"Why, they don't talk like I do anymore?"

"Not that I know of," I reply.

"You know what I notice about you these pass couple of weeks, Chyna?"

I shake my head,"no."

"You're different and I'm starting to believe that you don't belong in this time period."

I stare at her in shock, "Oh my god, how did you figure it out."

"Simple, I know you like the back of my hand. Plus, you are acting like as if you were 13 again."

"Thank you so much Lexi for believing me." I say, hugging her.

"Okay get off, you're wrinkling my dress."

"Oh, sorry," I say, pulling away from her.

"How long do you think you're going to stay like this?"

"I don't know, but I do miss being a teenager."

"You act like you're the only one. I miss getting all the attention. Now I'm a mid-age married woman, playing other people mother in movies."

"Hey, what can I say, that's life."

"I know," Lexi says, with an outrage look on her face.

I laughed, "Geez Lexi, you really haven't changed."

"I know," she says, once more.

I wanted to cry in front of her, but I couldn't.

"Do you want to go out to lunch? It can just be me, you and Olive."

"That sounds like a great idea," I reply.


Violet POV

Ring, ring! "Hello," I answer with a smile on my face.

"Good afternoon Violet, are you enjoying your vacation?" Nigel asks.

"Why yes I am, my plan is working out, after all."

Nigel annoyingly chuckles, "lovely. However, we have one itty bitty problem though."

"And what is that?"

"I didn't get the girl like you promised me."

"Nigel, relax. As soon as I get Fletcher to realize that he wants to be with me and not Chyna, you can sweep her right off her feet."

"Violet, I am a very impatient man and I'm a very busy man, at that. You really think I have time to wait for you to win over Fletcher heart?"

"Yes."

"Guess again. I'm letting you know now, if you don't succeed your goal by the end of this trip, I'm telling Fletcher and Chyna everything."

"You wouldn't dare?" I say, turning red.

"Try me," Nigel hangs up on me.

I scream from the top of my lungs and throw the cellphone across the room.


Chyna POV

"Table for 3 please," Olive says.

The waiter sits us down at a very elegant booth area. "This place is nice," I say.

"And expensive," Olive adds on.

"You are acting like we don't have the money," Lexi says.

"I know we do, I just thought we were going to eat at a place less fancy," Olive explains.

Lexi smiles, "this place is better."

"Where does it matter where we eat guys, I just want to have a good time." I tell them.

"And you should have a good time. This week was supposed to be about you and it turned out to be a disaster. Now that I think about, I should really knock some sense into Fletcher."

"Olive, I'm good. You don't need to talk to him," I say.

"No, I meant like literally knock some sense into him. Just one punch and Fletcher will be back to his old self in no time," Olive says.

"That sounds like a good idea Olive," Lexi agrees.

"No, nobody knocking out anybody," I shake my head.

"What would you ladies like to drink," the waiter asks.

"Can I get a Tequila margarita, place?" I reply.

"Wow Chyna, "Lexi starts, "I'm shocked and I would also like one of those."

"I'm dealing with two alcoholics," Olive murmurs.


Fletcher POV

I couldn't get my mind off Chyna the whole time Violet and I was at the art gallery. There's always a time in a man's life, when he comes to realize that he was wrong. Chyna would never do anything to hurt me, because I know she loves me. The way I acted towards her these pass a couple of day, was reckless. Worst of all, what am I doing here with Violet of all people?

"Fletcher, what do you think of this painting," Violet asks.

"What do I think of it? The scream is one of the best paintings in the world."

"It is?" she says, glancing at me with a smug look on her face.

"Yes it is," I reply.

"Oh."

"Are you ready to go now, I already seen all these all these paintings," I ask.

"Why can't we just stay a little longer?" she asks, scooting closer to me.

"I really want to go back to the beach house and spend time with my wife."

"But why, she kissed Nigel, remember?"

I shake my head, "I don't think so and I'm such an idiot for think so."

Violet turns red and bite on her bottom lip to cool down. "Can we at least go out to lunch?"

I roll my eyes, "alright, but after that, I'm going straight to the beach house."

"Fine by me," she says.

Something was seriously strange going on around here. Violet was being too nice to everybody, especially to Chyna. I'm starting to think that she didn't just come out here to vacationing with us.


"So where are we going to eat?"

"One of the best places in the world." I reply, driving through the drive thru of McDonalds.

Violet glares at me, "McDonalds, your taking me to McDonalds?!"

"Of course, you said you wanted to eat lunch, right?"

"Welcome to McDonalds, what would you like to order?"

"I would like a Big Mac with extra big mac sauce and give me one of those pineapple mango smoothies," I reply.

"Sure, what size smoothie would you like?"

"A large." I answer.

"Will there be anything else, sir?"

I look over at Violet, "do you want anything from here, Violet?"

She forcefully smiles, "A crispy chicken BLT, Fletcher."

"Give me a Crispy Chicken BLT."

"You want the meal or just the sandwich, sir?"

"Give me the meal."

"Okay, that will be $13.40."

"Thank you, "I say, driving up to the next window.


Violet and I arrive back to the house 10 minutes later. The minute I got inside, I scroll around looking for Chyna.

"Have you guys seen Chyna?" I ask, Cameron and Angus.

"The girls took her out for lunch." Angus replies.

"Wow, your actually asking about Chyna? That's a relief," Cameron says.

I sigh, "Yeah, I'm sorry for being a jerk to your sister man."

"It's cool. Just make sure you make it up to her," he tells me.

"I will. I got a lot of making up to do."

"Is that McDonalds in your hand," Angus asks.

"Yeah, you want it," I reply.

"Heck yeah, I do."

I toss it over to him, "enjoy."

"Thank you, I definitely will," he says.

I ran up to my room, because I wanted to call Chyna and apologize. Before I could even press Chyna number, Violet walks in and locks the door behind her.

"What are you doing?" I ask in surprise.

"You're about to find out," Violet smirks.


A/N: The next chapter will posted earlier next week. I've been kind of busy lately, so sorry for the delay. Let me know what you think, Later.