As a poor kid in Kahuku, before his mom moved him and his brother Luka away from the island, Kona would watch the tourists along the beach, flooding Oahu with cameras, with white, pasty bodies looking for a little R& R. He loved the ocean, the way the cool blue water disappeared behind the horizon, how the stars at night were brighter than anywhere else in the world. Luka and Kona had spent many late nights sneaking into the pools at the resort, back when it was a Hyatt, as his Auntie Malia folded towels and cleaned rooms for barely enough money to keep them all fed. Their plane made its decent and as Kona reached over Keira, glancing around Ransom and the island as it came into view, he was transported back to when he was a kid, before he knew what poverty was, before he knew to be embarrassed of how they’d lived. Things were different now. Kona was successful, famous, and was there to marry his Wildcat, to do something he knew he should have done when he was twenty. He damn sure wasn’t a broke kid anymore.
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