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*Yes this is a Clowen story but like many of my stories a romance doesn't bloom right away it builds over time so you will have to be patient.
*This is story is A/U and is mostly fluff but there will be some drama because let's face it you need some drama for an interesting story
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Ch. 1 From this City Under the Stars
(CLARE)
"We're going to have so much fun today, I've planned the whole day," Mom says and I share a silent groan with Jake.
It's Boxing Day and we're all sitting down to breakfast in the lobby of our hotel. We are a hotel in London, Ontario that is although I'm sure I'd much rather be in England. Actually I'd much rather be anywhere my family wasn't. We had spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day in Chatham-Kent with Glen's parents, their house was small and Jake had been forced to sleep on the sofa while I was given the den, a room without a door. It was a recipe for awkwardness as Jake and I could see each other as we tried to sleep, would have been bad enough if he'd been my brother by blood but he was not only my stepbrother he was also my ex-boyfriend! As if that wasn't bad enough Mom was on some new family time kick, she had insisted we'd all spend the remaining week of break together away from home so Jake and I couldn't escape to friends and she and Glen couldn't work. So she booked a junior hotel suite at a hotel in London, again forcing Jake to sleep on the pull out sofa. Not only were we being forced to spend all of this "quality time" together but Mom was planning out every minute of it!
"We'll start at the Museum of Ontario Archeology and then we'll go to the Museum London and we'll have lunch downtown," Mom is still talking about our entire day when Jake leans over.
"You think she'd notice if we just melted from boredom under the table," he whispers and I stifle a giggle.
"She'd probably just go do it all without us, I'm going to the washroom, let her know if she happens to notice I'm gone," I tell Jake since Mom is looking at her tour book.
Jake nods and I get up from the table walking to the back of the restaurant to find the washrooms. I pass a large banquet room where I hear a lot of male voices and wonder what's going on. I find the washroom, pee, wash my hands, fix my hair and generally procrastinate going back to the table. Eventually I decide I don't have a choice and I start slowly walking back to the table. Near the banquet room I passed there's a wall with photos of the hotel's history so I stop to examine it, I'm really not interested I'm just trying not to go back to the table. While I'm looking at the photos someone comes out of the banquet hall taking a deep relieved breath and I look over to see a face that I recognize.
"Owen," I smile happy to see another face I know and is not related to me through blood or marriage, even if he's basically a stranger. He looks over and grins at me, which I must admit when he does grin he has a rather charming one.
"Hey Clare, small world but it's still nice to see a familiar and friendly face. So what brings you to London?" He asks.
"My mother has decided we need more time together as a family, as if I want to spend days of endless tourist torture with my ex turned stepbrother. Plus a stepfather who still isn't comfortable enough around me to look me in the eye for more than two seconds at a time and my mother who has planned every minute of every day and I barely get along with when I'm not forced into happily family time," I remark in a bitterly sardonic tone as I nod to the table where my mom is looking at her watch.
Owen's grin suddenly gets impishly mischievous, "Come on," he says grabbing my hand and running down the hall with my in tow.
"Where are we going?" I question, my five foot two frame and stubby legs struggling to keep up with the athlete.
"We're ditching, both of us," he informs me as he goes through the door that leads to the kitchen. "Excuse us…coming through…look out," Owen says as we dodge our way through the kitchen and the cooks.
We go out a backdoor to the alley and run around the corner before he stops and lets go of my hand. I lean against the wall to catch my breath and Owen gets out his cell sending a text to someone.
"I can't just leave mom will come looking for me," I comment.
"Tell Jake to cover for you," Owen shrugs handing me his cell phone.
I do happen to remember Jake's number so I send him a text that it's me and I can't take the forced family time. I ask him to tell Mom that something at breakfast made me ill and I'm lying down in my. I also ask him to put my purse and jacket in the living room, because I left them at the table. Jake just replies back fine but I owe him.
"So just what are you ditching?" I ask handing Owen back his phone. "And who are the Ice Hounds those aren't our colors? Did you move to another school?" I question Owen noting his black and maroon jacket with a red hound symbol and the words Ice Hounds around it.
"I am ditching the rest of my team but I'm still going to DeGrassi, the hounds are the junior pro hockey team the school acquired, it will be announced when school is back in session. I was really proud when I made the team," Owen says as we start walking down the street, "still am don't get me wrong I beat out hundreds of other guys to make it and I was the only one in all of Toronto. We have guys from all over North America, even got Swedish Twins and some hockey prodigy from New Jersey. I'm second string though and I'm still forced on this team building trip. We arrived this morning and went straight to practice then we got our rooms and my roommate is already driving me nuts. Coach is lecturing us about being a team and building trust while we ate, I was about to explode so let's go have some fun," Owen informs me putting his Ice Hounds jacket on my shoulders. I left my jacket at the table since I wasn't on planning an escape and it's snowing and freezing.
"Thanks," I grin.
"No problem, guess we should get you a jacket first and maybe find some indoor fun. You know I'm surprised Adam didn't say anything about the team, our captain is billeted with the Torres clan," Owen comments.
"I'm not, Adam can hold onto secrets forever," I remark.
"Yeah I guess he can," Owen replies hailing a cab.
"Where to?" The guy asks when we're in the cab.
"Somewhere we can get the lady a jacket," Owen responds and the driver starts going.
The driver takes us downtown and Owen pays the fare, not that he has a choice since my purse is at the hotel. We walk past a few stores but most aren't open as it's barely nine. After passing a couple of stores Owen moves behind me, walking with me encircled in his arms and pressed against him. I look back at him with my eyebrows pinched together and my mouth twisted.
"It's freezing and I gave you my jacket, I could put it back on and we could both cuddle up in it," he offers wiggling his eyebrows and I giggle instead of being angry because of the goofy look on his face.
"Maybe we should find somewhere to get out of the cold until the stores open," I suggest.
"Good plan, there's a café" he says and we hurry over and enter the café. "Well it's not The Dot but it's warm, I'm gonna sit by the fire they have going order me a large coffee and chocolate muffin and whatever you want," Owen tells me handing me money.
"I hope you're running a tab so far I owe you for coffee and half a cab fare and I'll you for a new jacket too considering my purse is back at the hotel," I comment.
"Don't worry about it, I'm sure in the time that we're here you and I will need to ditch our forced together time again and you can pay the next time around," Owen shrugs.
I smile and he walks over to sit by the fire in the fire place. I order what he wanted and just get a caramel latte for myself. I take everything over to Owen, setting the stuff on the little table and handing him his change. He's sitting on a little love seat and as there isn't anywhere else for me to sit so I sit next to him. We just sit in silence sipping at our coffee, we have nothing at all in common and I search for something to say to fill the silence. Escaping from my family was fun but this just feels awkward.
"So uh how was your Christmas?" I ask making small talk just to have something to say.
"Good, we had it at our house, my grandparents, aunt, uncle and cousins are still there. Mom wasn't exactly pleased that I'd be leaving early in the morning and be gone for the rest of break. But a lot of the guys had to fly into Toronto last night and stay in some cheap motel by the airport then wake up at four to pick up the rest of us. How was yours?" Owen asks.
Yep awkward small talk is all we have.
"Well Dad took me to dinner last week and gave me a card with cash before taking the new wife to Madrid for Christmas. Then I spent Christmas with Glen's parents, they were sweet but Jake was sleeping on the living room sofa and I was sleeping in the den which has no door. It was just a recipe for sibling embarrassment and unpleasantness, naturally made all the worse by the fact that we not only used to date but I thought I was in love with him. And of course as sweet as Glen's parents were I still felt out of place. Not that this is any better, we're sharing a junior suite, Jake has to sleep on the pullout but there is a door on my room this time. Maybe if Mom wasn't trying to forge this family bond and plan every minute of the vacation I'd be more okay with it. I mean she talks about a fun vacation and then w…sorry I'm totally babbling. Usually I'm with someone that knows how to stop me," I apologize.
"It's cool everyone needs to vent sometimes, it looks like stores are opening though come on let's go find you a coat," Owen says.
I'm done with my coffee so I toss it; Owen's still drinking his and takes it as we walk out of the café. We find a vintage store and Owen takes me in there, he looks around and finds a leather motorcycle jacket from the sixties, it's pretty warn and faded but it fits well and it's warm. He pays for the jacket and we leave the store, I give him his team jacket back and now we're both warm. I see some interesting looking bookstores but I'm sure Owen doesn't want to go in there; he is nice enough to pass up going into the sports stores for me. When we reach Museum London surprisingly Owen stops.
"You know I was going to come here with my family," I comment.
"Yeah but you didn't want to see it with them and now you can see it my way," he grins taking my hand we walk around back, nearly circling the entire building before he sees someone exiting a side door and he runs over holding the door for us to slip in.
We're in the restoration part of the museum and we don't belong here, I don't think Owen has a plan either. There's a locker room ahead and he finds two lab coats handing me one. I look at him like he's nuts but I do put the coat on, his coat barely fits him and mine swallows me, we look ridiculous and I giggle. We stroll through the rest of the restoration department, we get a few looks but no one actually says anything or asks what we're doing there. We come to the end and go down a hallway finding an employee lounge and beyond that is the area for tour guides and employees. There are lockers for their stuff and navy blue blazers with silver name tags hanging near the lockers.
"Take off your coat," Owen commands.
"Why?" I inquire.
"What better way to see a museum than give a tour," he grins taking one of the smaller blazers from the hooks, "you are now Jeremy," Owen says looking at the name tag on the blazer.
"Okay then you are...Peggy," I grin finding a blazer that looks big enough to fit him and has a girl's name badge.
I take the Peggy blazer from the rack and hand it to Owen, we take off our coats putting them in an empty locker and put on the blazers. Then I follow Owen out near the front where a few people are looking at the exhibits right in the entrance.
"Everyone gather around for the tour," Owen announces in his deep voice and it echoes a little in the museum. There are two families and one couple in the entry and they all gather around us. "I'm Peggy and this is Jeremy and we'll be your tour guides," Owen informs our waiting crowd.
"So your name is Peggy and her name is Jeremy?" Asks a little girl of maybe ten.
"Yep," Owen nods, "we're actually fraternal twins and our parents have a sick sense of humor so they gave her the boy's name and me the girl's name. I have all these muscles so I can beat up anyone that makes fun of us," Owen tells them and they're buying all of it. I on the other hand have bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. "And we're walking," Owen says turning on his heel and pointing ahead.
I stay in step with Owen and the group follows us. We go into the first gallery with many paintings depicting views of the London area. The group looks around at the paintings and Owen elbows me telling me to say something.
"These are London landscapes, painted by some of today's best known artists," I tell them trying to sound like I know what I'm talking about although I really have no idea. "This one showing the long road through the hills depicting the artists inner struggle," I say motioning to a painting and saying whatever comes to my mind first.
"I like this one, the painter is painting another painter amongst the landscape, and they paint another painter in it, an endless reflection of painters. And we're walking," Owen says jumping as he turns around and I bite my lip to keep from giggling as everyone follows us.
We go into the next gallery and make up some stuff about these paintings, telling them to take note of this or that as we point to paintings. They all just nod and go "oh" or "yes I see" even though we're making it all up.
"Study these painted plates carefully there's hidden pictures in them," Owen tells everyone when we get into the next gallery and there are paintings on canvas as well as porcelain plates. "See how many you can find and we'll be back to finish the tour."
He takes my hand and we walk out of the gallery, we walk a little faster when we're in the next gallery and then wait near the employee door until it opens. Owen runs over holding the door open for me and we go back to the docent area hanging up our blazers.
"So we're just leaving our tour group up there?" I ask as we retrieve our jackets from the locker.
"You know I don't think we were cut out to be museum tour guides, anyway I think it's time for our lunch," Owen remarks.
We leave the way we came in, anytime anyone looks at us Owen just smiles and says howdy in a terrible southern drawl so they must think we're stupid tourists. We go out to the street and Owen goes into a deli, I follow him in and he buys us lunch. This time we aren't silent we're laughing about what happened at the museum.
"I can't believe they listened to everything we said, they didn't question it all not even our names or that you said we were twins," I laugh after swallowing a bite of my sandwich.
"People will believe anything, besides Jeremy," he teases, "we could totally pass for twins."
"Right Peggy because we look anything alike, I wonder if they're still there trying to find hidden pictures in the plates?"
"Probably found some by now, they're probably arguing that something looks like a duck or a kite," Owen chuckles. "Well I guess I should get us a cab back to the hotel, I hate to say it but I'll have to join my team for afternoon teambuilding and practice," Owen sighs when we're done with lunch.
"Yeah and at some point Mom will want to check on me if she hasn't already," I comment but I'd much rather spend the day with Owen which is a little weird to me. He hails a cab and we get in the back, the cab starts driving down the street and then I see my mom and gasp ducking down with my head on Owen's lap.
"Am I getting road head for taking you to lunch?" Owen snickers and I make a fist hitting his leg as hard as I can. "Ow I was joking," he defends himself.
"I saw my family if my mom sees me my covers blown," I tell him.
"Yep I see them, your mom is still talking and Jake looks ready to die of boredom," Owen says. "Okay it's safe you can come up now, unless you'd prefer to stay down there and…Ow!" He says when I hit him again, "I was going to say hide get your mind out of the gutter Edwards."
The cab driver is looking at us like we're insane but I don't care, Owen of course pays the cab fare and we go into the hotel lobby.
"Thanks for everything it was far more fun than a morning with my family, more fun than I thought I would have on this vacation," I tell him when the elevator hits my floor and I step out.
"Me too," Owen smiles and the elevator doors start to close, "wait," he says stopping them and stepping out, "give me your number in case we need to ditch our forced fun again."
He hands me his phone, I see that he's put my contact in as Jeremy and I laugh. I put in my number and Owen waves going back to the elevator. I of course realize I don't have my room key and have to go back to the lobby and tell them I left my key in the room and they give me a new one. I go up to our suite and into my room; I get my phone from my purse seeing that I have a text.
Unknown Number: Text me next time you want to give a tour.
The text is from Owen obviously and I smile, I save the number as a new contact and put the contact under the name Peggy. I was absolutely dreading this vacation but maybe it won't be so bad, I had no idea Owen could be such spontaneous fun.
(OWEN)
"Dude where the hell have you been?" My roommate asks when I get back to our hotel room.
He's second string like me, his name is Henry and he's from Halifax, Nova Scotia. He's got a slight build and is about three inches shorter than me. His black hair is long, actually if his eyes were green and not brown he'd resemble Eli quite a bit. Personality wise he doesn't have much going for him, he's shallow and not too bright, he talks big but I doubt he's done half the things he claims. He's more arrogant than Eli and more of a jerk than I was last year. Aside from hockey we don't seem to have anything in common but he's on my team so I'm trying to get along with him. I might be second string but this team is still important for me and coach already told us we couldn't fight amongst ourselves and we needed team unity, hence this whole team building trip.
"Had to get some air," I respond jumping onto my bed to lie down just as I get a text from Clare, or rather Jeremy as I put her in my phone.
Jeremy: Stay by your phone then Peggy I don't know how much Martin family fun and togetherness I can take.
"Oh you ditched us for a girl," Henry comments as I grin at Clare's text, "I can respect that but you'll have to cover for me after lights out tonight. I got a date and I don't expect to come back to the hotel room before dawn."
"Sure we'll cover for each other then, just prepare to cover for me spur of the moment I never know when I'll be needed," I tell him sending a text back to Clare.
Peggy: Text me any time, have practice soon can't take phone on the ice I'll text you after. Just remember you pay next time.
"Already at some chick's beck and call, wait is it booty calls your ditching us for?" Henry questions.
"Uh yeah booty calls," I lie.
"We've only been here a few hours, you are the man! Right now though we have to get to practice," Henry tells me. We grab our gear and go down to the lobby meeting the rest of the team. "Guys Owen left us for a booty call this morning," Henry brags for me.
"Nice," Dallas, our team captain, grins and it's followed from more accolades from my teammates for something I didn't do but I'm not about to tell them the truth.
"Owen you dog."
"Already?! We've only been here a few hours and you don't know anyone here. You are my hero."
"How the hell did you find a booty call already?"
"Dude you are the master!"
I've known my teammates for all eight hours and already cemented my reputation among them as a dog that meets girls for booty calls. Not the reputation I was going for although with this group of guys not all together a bad one, they can't give me much grief now anyway. At least they don't know about Clare, she's the last girl to have a random hookup. The only one of my teammates not congratulating me on my conquest is Cam. Campbell Saunders is fifteen and the youngest of us, he's a hockey super star from Jersey but he's a sweet kid and entirely out of place with the rest of us.
"Hush here comes the coaches," Dallas shushes everyone when our head coach and two assistant coaches leave the elevator.
Everyone goes quiet and we follow the coaches out to the bus taking it to Argyle arena where we're practicing all week. We spend three hours in a grueling practice, running drills and skating laps, we even do teambuilding exercises on the ice. We're all exhausted when it's done and very sweaty so we all shower in the locker room and change. We go back to the hotel for dinner in the same banquet room we were in for breakfast.
"You have free time after dinner but curfew is ten, anyone breaking the code of conduct agreement you signed will be automatically booted off the team am I clear?" Coach questions while we eat dinner.
"Yes Coach," we all chorus.
As soon as we're done eating we return to our rooms to clean up and go out. Most of the guys are headed downtown to check out the nightlife, Cam is sticking close to the hotel. I get out my phone to text Clare but she's already texted me over an hour ago.
Jeremy: Being dragged to a family movie guess we'll have to give another tour tomorrow.
"You going out with the others?" Henry asks me as he starts getting out clothes for his date.
"Yeah guess I will, don't worry I'll cover for you tonight, have fun on your date," I tell him leaving my room.
Most of us have decided to go downtown, all but Cam who is staying in and Henry who has a date. Our hotel is pretty close to downtown but we only have 3 hours before we have to be back for curfew so we get the team bus to take us. It looks a little different than when I was here with Clare this morning. We walk past a few stores and nightclub we're too young to go into, although several of us have fake ID's and a few guys go in. I keep walking with the others; Luke Baker leaves us to go into an arcade, and two others decide to go into a café when pretty girls bat their eyelashes at our group. Soon it's down to me and two other guys but there's another group of hot girls ahead, I almost go with them to the pretty girls and then I see Clare and the Martin family coming out of the movie theatre across the street. Clare's mom is talking still I'm not sure that woman ever shuts up, not from what I've seen anyway. Jake looks bored and Clare annoyed. There's a bowling down the street which gives me an idea so I send a text to Clare.
Peggy: Up for some bowling? There's an alley down the street.
I watch Clare pull her phone from her purse as she hears the alert and I can see her smile from over here. She stops her mom and says something to her and then Glen gives Jake some money and the adults walk off. Clare says something to Jake, he shrugs and she sends a text to me that she's on her way. I wait for her at the entrance of the bowling alley, opening the door for her when she appears. She pays for our shoe rental and 2 hours of bowling which is all either of us have time for. We take our shoes and sit in the plastic chairs at our lane, taking off our coats so we can bowl.
"How was the movie?" I ask her as we sit on the plastic chairs and get our shoes on.
"Aside from the time I've spent with you awkward seems to be the theme for this family vacation. Try sitting in a romantic comedy with your parents and stepbrother who's also formerly your boyfriend. Jake and I almost had sex and now he's my stepbrother and we're sitting next to each other in a theatre with other couples and teenage girls, watching the main characters have sex on the screen," she groans and then changes the subject, "How was practice and how'd you know I'd be downtown?"
"I didn't a bunch of the team came downtown but we all kind of split up and I saw you coming out of the theatre. Practice was exhausting," I tell her putting our names into the score board, of course I put us down as Jeremy and Peggy because those are now our names when we're together. "You're up first Jeremy find a ball," I tell her.
"I really suck at bowling and haven't been in probably three years," she warns me when she goes to the rack to find a ball.
I find one too and watch her throw the ball; it curves and goes into the gutter. She twists her mouth as she walks back to wait for her ball to come out.
"What'd you tell you mom to get away?" I inquire.
"That she and Glen needed some alone time and Jake and I could use some sibling time sans parents. Mom bought it and when they left I told Jake I'd meet him back at the hotel," she informs me getting her ball and I watch her toss it again, she gets three pins this time. "You're turn Peggy," she huffs coming back to the plastic chairs.
"Hey you hit pins this time," I comment grabbing my ball. I throw it down the alley and get a strike, turning around to do my victory dance.
"Well this should be a quick game," Clare remarks.
I retrieve my ball when it comes back and wait for the pins to be reset before getting another strike and Clare sticks her tongue out at me. She grabs her ball and goes to throw it but I run up and stop her.
"The trick," I tell her putting a hand on her hip and my other arm runs along her arm holding the ball, "is to picture the pins as people you hate. The middle one is your Mom, to her left is Jake and to her right is Eli a…"
"Hey Eli and I are getting along again," she speaks up cutting me off.
"So you're on speaking terms again?"
"More than that I kissed him before break so I don't want to imagine knocking him over with my bowling ball," she informs me.
"Can it be? Is DeGrassi's epic romance back?" I tease her.
"It was just a kiss and we haven't even talked since then," she says.
"Okay well the middle pin is the important one, picture that as the person you hate the most aim the ball for it and turn this way," I tell her moving her hips to the right a little.
She tosses her ball, it swerves a little and comes back knocking the middle pin and she gets all but one pin down. Clare turns around smiling and clapping her hands.
"I actually hit some pins!"
"I told you that was the key, I think we should make a wager," I tell her.
"What kind of wager?" She questions.
"Loser has to sing a song of the winner's choice at karaoke," I tell her pointing to the bar area and the sign that says karaoke.
"You're going to win and you do not want to hear me sing," she responds.
"You can't be that bad anyway it's karaoke and I'll keep helping you, I'll even level out the playing field, I will bowl left handed and with my eyes closed," I entice her.
She bites her lip rolling it between her teeth while she considers this, "Okay fine."
I smile picking up my ball, as promised I use my left hand and close my eyes only knocking down two pins.
"See you have a chance," I comment when I go back to get my ball and she giggles. I get my ball again and go back to the lane closing my eyes and throwing the ball with my left hand. This time I knock down seven pins leaving only one standing.
"Then again maybe not, okay picture the middle pin as my mother," she half mumbles to herself as she picks up her ball again. This time she gets a strike without needing my help at all. "Yes! I am going to make you sing the most embarrassing song if I win," she tells me getting her ball again. She doesn't get a strike this time but she does knock down seven pins.
"I think I'll have you sing something sexy when I win," I grin. I take my ball and throw it with my eyes closed and left handed; Clare shrieks and then begins giggling. I open my eyes to see that I managed to throw my ball into the lane next to ours. "Sorry my bad," I apologize to the guy in the lane next to us.
He retrieves my ball and hands it to me, Clare's still giggling when I throw the ball again only this time I'm sure I made it into our lane. I hit eight pins and stick my tongue out at Clare. I do win but it's pretty close and we both had a good time. We return our shoes and go into the bar area, it's mostly men in here and I'm thinking having her sing a sexy song is probably not a good idea. Clare sits at the bar while I look through the catalog of songs, there's a couple on stage belting out an ear splitting rendition of You're the One that I Want from Grease.
"Ah-ha got it this is what you'll sing," I tell her pointing to my choice.
"You're not serious?" She laughs.
"Oh come on all you to do is be really perky and cheer more than sing, your sister was a cheerleader it should be easy, and I did win," I remind her.
"Fine but you breathe a word of this to anyone and I will kill you," she says and I make the motion of zipping my lips.
I tell the guy what she's singing and we have to watch another guy belting out Live & Let Die but at least he's decent and then it's Clare's turn. She nervously goes on stage and I cheer and whistle loudly for her to make sure everyone is watching her. The upbeat pop music comes on and Clare starts singing.
"Oh Mickey you're so fine you blow my mind hey Mickey," she sings and claps her hands to the beat.
She's not to totally awful but she is kind of off key, but she's smiling and doing a little dance and it's very entertaining. People are cheering her on and whistling, people at DeGrassi would never believe she did this. Other people start clapping along by the time she's on the third chorus.
"Oh, Mickey, you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind hey, Mickey," she sings and almost everyone sings "Hey Mickey" with her. With everyone cheering her on she's getting into it and letting go a little and pantomiming to what she sings. So many people are singing along you can't even hear that she's off key and when does a little dance a lot of the guys whistle making her blush. By the time she's done everyone is clapping and singing along, Clare bows and we all applaud, I whistle and she runs off stage.
"That made my entire vacation," I smile handing her coat to her when she reaches me.
"And if you ever breathe a word to anyone that I did that I will kill you," she reminds me.
"I will take the secret to my grave but I do have to go meet the rest of the team are you going to be okay?" I question putting my jacket back on as we leave the bowling alley.
"Yeah actually I should grab Jake to meet our parents, so I guess I'll see you around," she says.
"Yeah text me when you need an escape Jeremy," I grin and she laughs.
"Text me when you grow tired of teambuilding Peggy," she replies and we go in opposite directions.
I walk to the bus with that song playing in head, even singing it silently to myself but it was worth it. When the bus driver checks us all off he starts driving back to the hotel, we all head straight to our rooms for bed check and I turn on the shower since Henry isn't back yet. Coach knocks on the door and I tell him Henry is in the shower, Coach nods and closes the door. I get ready for bed and switch on the TV, I'm almost asleep when my text alert goes off and I look at my phone to see a text from Clare.
Jeremy: So Peggy another tour or more bowling tomorrow? And I will find a way to get you back for the karaoke that song is going to be stuck in my head forever!
I chuckle and set down my phone, I'm actually starting to enjoy this vacation.
Update next Monday starting the next day and more mischievous fun for Clare and Owen or rather Jeremy & Peggy.
Oh Mickey (You're so Fine) lyrics by Toni Basil.