The characters in this story are based on the works of Sarah Dessen. They are not of my creation. They are based off of the novel Just Listen. The first chapter is on the shorter side. I hope to make them a little longer for you, but this is more of a test to see if people like what I'm writing. I've started on the second chapter already, so if people like it I'll continue uploading. Let me know what you think.

Chapter 1

I sat on the trunk of my car leaning on my knees, while staring down the road. It was Owen's first day back at the station since his grounding and needless to say we were both excited, but I was the only one on time. I couldn't believe he was late - today of all days. As I looked down at my phone one last time, I heard his truck coming down the road and I couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief. I had enjoyed helping him out these past few weeks and while it was fun, but it was time to hand the reigns back to him.

As he pulled in next to me, I tapped the bare spot on my wrist signing to him how late he was. He wasn't even out of the car yet and he was saying, "I know. I know. My mom wanted to make sure I knew how this radio show was a privilege - not a right and yada yada yada," he ran on while he grabbed a folder and his iPod then slammed the door on his truck. I couldn't help but smile when he turned to face me, let out a big sigh, kissed my forehead, and said, "Hi. I'm sorry I'm late. Let's do this!"

He grabbed my hand and we walked towards the building. Once inside the booth, Rolly knocked on the glass then came over the speaker, "Talk about cutting it close Armstrong, I almost had to put Annabel on by herself again." Owen and I had discussed that I co-host his first show with him before I was done altogether, to "transition from Jenny Reef fans back to the enlightened as smoothly as possible."

"She would have done fine," Owen sighed then continued, "but you're more than welcome to go talk to my mother and tell her how she can unground me a little quicker next time."

Rolly sucked air through his teeth, "Yeah, I've had my fill of mothers this week. I met this one's mom last night and she was not a fan." He was pointing his thumb at Clarke, who was sitting on a stool next to him.

She smiled, pushing his shoulder softly, "She didn't hate you."

"Well she didn't like me either."

"Yes, but we can work on that. There really is nowhere to go from hatred. Discontent we can work with." Rolly grabbed her hand and kissed it before sitting back down next to her then mouthed 'hurry up' to Owen.

I helped move some things around, but I knew not to get in his way when he was on a mission. He laid out his paper with the list of songs for the show, the list that was discussed and argued, at length, the night before. "No way, Owen. No techno."

"Oh come on Annabel, they haven't had anything this good in weeks!"

"And they will last one more. Now take it off there. I let you have eight whole minutes of tribal chants, they can live without techno."

"Then I'm pulling the Jenny Reef. I'm drawing the line Greene." He highlighted the section with Mallory's request and was about to push the delete button.

"Don't you do it. That was Mallory's one request."

Owen smiled and pressed the button anyway. "Oops!" I opened my mouth is disbelief. He laughed, "Oh come on, she isn't even going to know. You think she actually gets up at 7 am on a Sunday just to hear the song you said you'd play for her, because I happen to know, for a fact, that she isn't. I asked her every week if she wanted to listen in with me, but she just went back to sleep. I'll show you the drool stains on her pillow to prove it."

"But every week. She requested it every week, and thanked me for playing it for her," he sat smiling at me, then shrugged his shoulders turning back to his computer. "I got played. I got played by a-"

"Jenny Reef fan. Ouch." Without looking he reached back, rubbing my knee, "don't feel too bad. I fell for it once upon a time too. Never for that sell out, I mean, I have my limits, but I've definitely played songs I'd never have played all in the name of being a good brother, and come to find out she never got up once to listen."

With a sigh, I lay my head on his shoulder as he added the last song, Bohemian Rhapsody, before printing it out. "I'll put them on my playlist later, as for now, I believe we only have one hour before you have to get home for another Whitney dinner," he spun around in his chair, pulling me from mine into his lap. "I don't want to spend the entire time arguing with you about music. I love music and arguing with you, but there is one thing that I miss even more." With that, he kissed me.

I put my arms around his neck, pulling myself into him. His lips fit perfectly into mine, his hands warm on my cold back. He slid one hand under my knees and stood up, carrying me over to his bed. He stopped kissing me and lay me down on the bed before crawling in next to me. He pulled me close to him and I put my head on his shoulder, his arm holding me close. I took a deep breath, taking in his scent. He kissed the top of my head then laid his on mine hugging me tighter. Smiling, I closed my eyes.

"Okay, I hope you two are ready, because we're on in 30 seconds," Rolly's voice came from the speaker overhead."

Owen looked up, giving Rolly a thumb's up, then pulled out a chair for me followed by a chair for himself. I handed him his headphones and placed my own on. I took a deep breath, pulling my microphone closer to me. Rolly's voice came back, "Five. Four - " I looked up to see his fingers, three, two, then one. He pointed at me, and the rush came back.

"Good morning everyone. Thank you for tuning into WRUS, it's Annabel, and I'm back again with Story of My - "

"Anger Management." Owen interrupted with a smile. "That's right folks, Owen Armstrong here, and I'm back. Annabel's going to be helping me out this week. First up, Back in Black, by ACDC, and stay with us," he squeezed my hand and smiled at me, "because Annabel and I aren't going anywhere."