AN: You can thank the lovely amandajbruce for both this update and the next one. As she keeps giving me ideas…and her stories. They're amazing.

From the episode: You Give Lunch A Bad Name

Chapter summary: Young love is from earth, and late love from heaven.

Owen Oken Falls in Love

Lilly's sitting shotgun already when Ollie picks me up. They're laughing at one of their stupid jokes that I don't get…they're always talking about stuff that I don't get. And every time I ask, they just laugh harder…idiots.

I sigh desperately, and look out the window. Hopefully Lilly will notice me, because she's nice and thinks I'm funny. And Ollie…he just makes fun of me. And then laughs so more. She's too busy with my stupid brother, who's driving one-handed like Mom tells him not to and making gestures at her with the other one. She giggles and says something about a wookie…whatever that is.

So I sigh again, and this time I lean my head against the back of her seat so it pushes it forward a little. I would just kick it but Ollie got me grounded last time I did it, 'cause Mommy like Lilly better than us. She's still ignoring me though, and now they're arguing about whether lima beans or coleslaw are worse to eat.

I sigh again, putting my head between their seats so they have to see me, "I wonder if Emma likes lima beans."

Ollie snorts at me and pushes my head back, "No-one like lima beans, Owen. Now stop breathing on me." And he continues in his stupid argument. "Anyways, the only person crazy enough to eat lima beans is Mr. Stewart. And he grew up with Mamaw, he's probably afraid she'll kill him in his sleep if he doesn't choke them down."

"Oliver, just because she made you eat lima beans doesn't mean she's suddenly a contemporary for child abuse," Lilly rolls her eyes, which she does to Ollie a lot. Except I always see her smiling this secret smile every time she looks in the other direction. Like Mom does when she wins an argument with Dad. Except Lilly doesn't have a man voice.

"Making me eat lima beans is child abuse, Lils," He whines, turning onto Main Street. "It's like giving Miley onions on her burger…or you a chocolate milkshake."

"I wonder if Emma likes chocolate milkshakes," I sigh, leaning myself against Lilly's arm and smiling up at her.

"OWEN!" Ollie shouts in a perfect impression of Mom's angry voice. "PERSONAL SPACE!" And I feel myself pushed against the back seat full force, a seat belt pressing into my spine.

"Fine!" I yell, crossing my arms, and looking out the window. "Just ignore the 10 year old suffering from MASSIVE HEARTBREAK!" I feel my cheeks getting wet, "He'll… be… fine…" I throw myself against the seat and cry because my brother's a jerk. And even worse, Lilly's letting him be one.

"Oliver!" She shouts and I hear a lot of hitting noises.

"Ow! Lilly! Quit it! That hurts!"

"How could you not know your brother's in love?"

"How do you know he's in love, maybe they just ran out of popsicles before he paid for his lunch. He cried because of that on Tuesday."

"He said massive heartbreak, Oliver!" More hitting noises.

"OW! Child abuse!"

"Massive heartbreak!"

"He probably got it from Grandma's soap operas. We had dinner with her and her new boyfriend this weekend. They watched Love and Passions again. Remember when he was convinced he had a brain tumor and wanted Dean to drill his head open because Storm did it?"

"It's not like that!" I yell, sitting up. "I'm in love! And now I'm heartbroken."

He looks at me for a minute before turning to Lilly, "Which means Erika left Storm for Gustav again and he and Mark were reenacting it with their little Megan friend."

"He said the name Emma, Oliver," She sighs like he's no smarter than a monkey. Which he isn't, at least monkey's throw poop. She turns to me, "Who's Emma, Owen?"

"She's the most beautiful girl in the world," I smile at her, because of course Lilly would understand. Especially after she got her heart broken by that Lucas jerk, but it's okay. Ollie, Dad, me and Owen gotta go throw eggs at his house and silly string his car so long as we never, ever tell Lilly or Heather about it. "She's got yellow hair, and blue eyes…and she's the bestest joke maker ever."

Ollie turns to look at me and then glances at Lilly, "Owen," He sighs. "You know, I realize you've always had a little crush on Lilly but making up fake names for her isn't-"

"It's not Lilly!" I shout, and I'm all hot all the sudden. "Just because you like her doesn't mean I do."

"I don't like Lilly," Ollie's said this like a bajillion times this week. He keeps yelling it at Mom, but he can quit it because nobody believes him. Why else would he have broked up with Joannie for? Miley. I giggle because him trying to kiss her would be really funny, his face would squish up like when somebody chews gum. And he hates gum.

"Thanks," Lilly says sarcastically, glaring at him from the front.

"What?" He asks, and his eyes get really big and dopey happy. He's grinning like a monkey now, "Do you want me to like you?"

"W-what?" She asks, and she looks like Dean did the time when we sawed Saw III. "I don't want you to like me!" She squeaks, except she turns all red like she just did something bad.

Ollie just grins bigger though, "You're right you need me to, Lils." He laughs at this like it's one of their really funny little jokes, "Face it, you were just waiting for Joannie to break up with me."

"I was not Oliver!" She shouts, moving like she's gonna hit him except she doesn't. "Just because I didn't like her-"

"Just because you were jealous," He smiles like he's winning, which he never does. "Just admit that you were-"

"OLLIE!" I howl, kicking his seat. "You're supposed to be helping me with my love!"

"Owen," He snorts, turning back to the road. "Just because you have a crush doesn't mean you're in love, okay?"

"I could be in love," I whisper, because I'm pretty sure that I am. I mean, I feel funny when she's around me…kind like jell-o, that's what Dean said. And when I make her laugh it makes me wanna smile…and…and… "How do you know if you're in love?"

"It's-"

"When-" They start at the same time and then look at each other, and Lilly nods at Oliver to go.

"Nah Lils, you started first," He blushes again, and turns back toward the road.

"No, I mean…you and Joannie…I don't really actually…"

"Yeah, well, look at the train wreck that end up being."

"Well, I've only had Matt and Lucas."

"Yeah, but I've never…actually-"

"He's your brother."

Oliver sighs and looks at me, "Mom will probably yell at me if I don't tell you anyways." I nod excitedly. Usually Mom and Dad just look at each other weird and go, "You just know." Which doesn't help me at all, and confuses me more. I guess it's better than Mrs. Truscott though, she just tells me and Dean that love doesn't exist. And that seems kinda scary. What's the point of doing something icky like kissing a girl if you don't love her? "Stop jumping."

I hold myself still, "Tell me, tell me."

"I'm thinking!" He shouts, glaring at me through the rearview mirror as he turns on to our street. He keeps on thinking while we pull into our driveway and turn off the car but Lilly doesn't leave the car and neither do I.

After we sit there like an hour, he starts, "Love is…somebody who can always make you laugh."

I blink at him and wait for him to go on, but he doesn't, "That's it? I'm in love with Dean!"

"Shut up," He reclines his seat into me and I howl. "This is hard, okay?"

"That hurt,' I mumble, rubbing my shoulder where it dug in.

"Good, love hurts. It's when you get hurt when they aren't looking at you after a few seconds, even when there's no reason they should be. It's when it makes your whole day to have her smile at you or giggle at some stupid joke she makes. It's when you rush out of class just so you can maybe catch a glimpse of her in the hallway. It's when you hug her and you don't even realize her hair smells like apples…or you're at the movies and you get her chocolate covered cookie dough without asking because you know it's her favorite. Or when you're alone at the beach and you see the sun going down and you for some reason just wish she could be there with you. It's when you spend the whole day on a project and don't finish at all, but still want her to come back after she comes home for dinner. When you can laugh for an hour at something that doesn't mean anything. That's it, that's what love is. It's different for everyone though Owen. "

I think about what he just said, chewing my nail, and then look at him, "Lilly's hair smells like apples."

He freezes, and she stares at him, "It does?"

I nod, "Uh-huh, I saw her shampoop," I stop to giggle, "In the bathtub when Mark and I were playing pirates."

"Uh…that's weird…I mean…I never…knew that…" He stutters, looking nervously over at her.

"I think I hear my mom calling," Lilly mutters, fumbling with the handle to her door.

"I don't hear her," I say, watching her fidget with it until Ollie presses the unlock button.

"Well…uh, she is…bye." And she runs across her lawn even though the sprinkles are on and she's gonna get her shoes all muddy and Mrs. Truscott hates that.

"Owen," Ollie glares at me, pulling his backpack off the floor next to my feet. "Just shut up next time." And he stomps through the yard just like Lilly…I don't get it, why are they mad? Oh well, I'll ask Dean later.

AN: I hope I sounded enough like a kid for you. I don't think I did, but I wasn't going to throw coherency through the window just to make it a little more "Owen" sounding.