I Do Not Own DeGrassi
Ch. 10 Then There's You
(OWEN)
We arrive at Clare's house and I park in the driveway, we both get out, she unlocks the door and we go in.
"I'm just going to hop in the shower, make yourself at home." She says with a smile.
She goes upstairs and for a few seconds I watch her ass as she bounces up the stairs before forcing myself to walk into the living room. Her house is clean but I see the signs of the recent stresses, stains on the couch and what looks like a cigarette burn on the coffee table. Family photos on the shelves and the walls depict a happy smiling family with two daughters. I notice that Clare and her sister look nothing alike. I also notice that there are very few pictures with both of Clare's parents together and looking happy. I hear the shower come on upstairs and sit in an arm chair, pulling out my phone mostly out of boredom; it gives me something to do besides snooping around her house.
I check my e-mails but there's nothing too interesting so I go on Facerange. K.C. put on new pictures of the baby; I still can't believe that idiot became a father at sixteen. B put up some pictures of her and Drew and he updated his status to say he's enjoying summer with his girlfriend. I have to admit they make a good a couple. Julian updated with pictures of him in Jamaica with lots of girls in bikinis. My status still reads: Owen Milligan wishes DeGrassi's graduating class good luck! I think maybe it's time to update, let's see how about:
Owen Milligan likes to lick salt off of Clare Edwards' neck.
Better not, K.C. is friends with both of us and her ex-boyfriend. Plus Drew would see and his brother is not only Clare's best friend but Eli's best friend. I erase that and try again:
Owen Milligan likes to see Clare in her bikini.
Same problem, also I have the entire football and hockey teams on my friends list and that would just lead to a lot of questions. Delete.
Owen Milligan likes tipsy Clare because she gets super flirty and has me lick ice cream off of her fingers.
Oh yes that's much better, I think K.C. might have a heart attack. Delete.
Owen Milligan likes sleeping in the same bed with Clare Edwards.
Yeah that's even worse. Delete.
Owen Milligan likes her laugh, the way she makes waffles, the way she looks in pajamas, her sweet nature and the way she kisses.
That works except everyone will want to know who she is. Delete.
Owen Milligan thinks he's really falling for his fake girlfriend!
Oh Fuck! I am I'm falling for her, this is bad. Obviously I delete that. I do update my status but all I put is:
Owen Milligan is having a good summer.
Great summer actually thanks to Clare, I don't even mind the drama from her family shit. I wish she didn't have to go through it of course. This is bad though I can't be falling for her; the last girl I liked, I mean truly liked was Anya. I've already spent more time with Clare, had more fun with her and know her better than Anya. I certainly can't tell Clare, I doubt she has real feelings for me, I mean besides being my friend but I don't want to scare her off. What if I tell her and she stops hanging out and calling me when she needs to? No everything is fine just how it is, she doesn't need to know, I still get to spend lots of time with her, she comes to my house a lot and we're together almost every night. Hell next weekend she's coming with us to Rachel's wedding and we're sharing a hotel room.
"Okay I'm ready." Her soft voice breaks me out of my thoughts. She's standing near the bottom of the stairs, her hair still wet, in a knee length red skirt with white flowers and a white shirt. I'm still clutching my phone tightly and she gives me a funny look. "Are you okay?" She asks and I relax.
"Yeah I'm fine come on lets go." I say standing up and walking to her.
She puts on some white sandals and grabs her purse, locks her door, we get back in my car and I drive us to the closest breakfast place. We both order pancakes and coffee.
"You look kind of tired, did you not sleep well?" She asks once we have our coffee.
"No I slept fine, just woke up real early after a…dream." I tell her but looking at her brings the dream back in my mind and I look down at my coffee again as I feel my cheeks turning red.
"What was the dream about?" She asks.
"I don't remember." I lie. There's no way I'm about to tell her that she was the star of a very hot and steamy dream that woke me up early.
Our pancakes come and we eat mostly in silence, I pay the bill and drive us to the sporting goods store. It's one of those giant ones filled with everything you'd ever need for any sport or outdoor activity. I've been here many times before but always for stuff for football or hockey or some other sport; I've never even been in the camping section. I do however know where the camping section is so we grab a cart and make our way to it and start looking around.
"We'll need a tent and sleeping bags I guess." I remark as I look down the aisle with tents.
"I'm guessing also something to sleep on, like an air mattress or something so we're not sleeping on the hard ground." She says slowly, sounding unsure.
"Have you ever been camping before?" I ask.
"No, no one in my family was the camping type. Darcy and I went to bible camp when we were little but we had cabins and bunk beds." Clare tells me.
"I've never been camping either. When my parents do actually take enough time off to take a vacation, they're not the roughing it type." I inform her.
"Yeah I coulda guessed that by your house, you have more technology and gadgets than the Jetson's." She laughs.
"Alright lets get some professional help." I say seeing a store employee and waving her over, her nametag says Jenny.
"Can I help you Sir." Jenny asks.
"Yeah we're going to be camping on the beach and I have no idea what we need." I confess.
"Well you'll need a tent will it just be the two of you sleeping in the tent?" Jenny inquires.
I tell her yes so she shows us a few that comfortably sleep two and withstand winds and cold below freezing. I pick out a blue and grey one, a memory foam camping mat and a camping sleeping bag made for couples, in other words big enough to sleep two. Clare doesn't argue when I pick it out so that's what I go with. I know it's totally cheating on my part, getting her to sleep with me again, not just in the tent but in the same sleeping bag but she didn't complain. We won't need a camping stove or anything but I do pick up a lantern and a couple of flashlights.
"We said we'd bring chips so we should probably swing by the market on the way to my house." I insist after I pay for the camping gear.
"Okay." She shrugs as we walk out with our bags and get back in my car.
It surprises me how quickly and thoroughly she trusts me, no one has ever put so much faith in me so quickly. I love that she does though, that she's so willing and happy to do just about anything I suggest. She relaxes around me so easily; even Bianca and my other friends took a much longer time of getting to know me before they really relaxed around me. We pull up to the market and get out, walking straight to the chips aisle.
"So which ones should we get?" She asks.
"I haven't a clue, lets get regular, spicy, BBQ, some tortilla to be safe. What do you like?" I question now that my arms are full of bags of chips.
"I like lime flavored ones, there salty and sour and kinda remind me of when we did body shots." She says perfectly innocently.
I swallow hard and close my eyes and scold myself not to think about licking salt off her neck or taking a lime wedge from her mouth; I don't want to get turned on in the store.
"Grab a bag of those then and let's go." I say after a few seconds.
She picks up a bag and we walk to the check out. The girl ringing us up gives us an odd look as we set down all the chips.
"Don't you go to DeGrassi? You were on the football team right?" The girl asks me.
"Yeah." I nod.
Suddenly she's flirting with me; she smiles, sticks out her chest and bats her eyes. She's cute but she's not interesting and she's not Clare.
"You having a party or something?" The girl inquires.
"Camping on the beach with some friend's tomorrow night." I tell her as she finishes ringing us up.
"Oh where? Maybe I could come too?" She flirts.
(CLARE)
"Hello am I invisible?! I know he's not really my boyfriend but I am standing right next to him and this girl is shamelessly flirting with Owen right in front of me! Okay I know I shouldn't be getting this upset, we do have an easy out clause in our agreement but I find myself getting very angry and jealous." I start staring daggers at the girl while ranting about her in my head but she doesn't notice.
"No idea where and I have a date." Owen says, paying for the chips and walking out with his arm around me.
I have to admit I smiled and felt good when his arm went around me and it was immensely satisfying to see the look the girl got on her face.
"You could have invited her." I say slowly as we walk back to the car. I really didn't want her to come and I'm really glad he told her no but I've been monopolizing an awful lot of Owen's time recently and I don't want him to feel like he's obligated to hang out with me. Not sure what I'd do without him but I don't want him to feel obligated.
"Why?" He shrugs as he starts driving to his house.
"She was flirting with you, she seemed pretty interested to me. We do have an easy out clause you know. You don't have to turn down every girl that flirts with you just because you're with me." I say trying to sound easy and like I mean it, but I don't, not at all.
"She was flirting, I wasn't and I wasn't interested. The easy out clause was made in case one of us finds some one we really want to be with and I had no interest in being with that girl." He tells me.
I smiled and bit my lip; there was something in the way he said it that made me smile. We get to his house and I help him bring all the bags inside after he turns off the alarm and unlocks the door that is.
"Should we take the tags off the camping stuff so we can at least pretend like we've been camping before?" I suggest when we get in.
"Yeah probably." Owen laughs and gets out a couple pairs of scissors, handing me one and we start taking off the tags. "It's a good thing we got one of those tents that just pops up or I'd be totally lost. I'd hate to look totally useless in front of you as I tried to figure out how to set up a tent." Owen says and I giggle.
"You're anything but useless Owen, if not for you my summer would have been so…empty and depressing and I'd be forced to go away for the weekend with my mom and her horrible boyfriend." I tell him looking down at my hands as thoughts of what these last couple weeks without him would have been like.
He comes over and cups my chin with his fingers tilting my head to look him in the eye. "You're not going, we're going camping and you can spend the whole weekend at my house if you like. I'll pick you up on Friday morning so you don't have to see your Mom at all." He assures me.
I want to kiss him, throw my arms around him and kiss him for being my savior, for keeping me from what I am sure would be the worst weekend of my life. I restrain myself and settle for smiling at him and kissing his cheek. He smiles back at me, throws the tags in the trash, stows the chips in cupboard above the fridge and we put the new camping gear in the hall closet by his room.
"I'd offer to play pool or foosball with you but you'll just kick my ass and it hurts my fragile male ego." He says and I laugh.
"I'd say we should go swimming but my bathing suit is at my house." I state as we go into his room and I sit on his bed.
He gets a devilish sort of grin on his face and then wipes it off. "Maybe I should buy you another to keep at my house." He offers.
"Or I could just the leave the suit here when I come this weekend so you don't have to spend more money on another suit." I suggest.
"Or that." He shrugs.
We're silent for a few minutes, he's at his desk chair swaying it back and forth and flipping through a desk calendar that I notice has pictures of scantily clad girls. I feel my face contort into a scowl but I quickly wipe it away before he sees it.
"So when's your birthday?" I ask when the silence becomes uncomfortable.
He stops flipping through the calendar and looks at me. "Why?"
"Well as your fake girlfriend I think I should know." I reply.
"July 27th when's yours?" He questions.
"February 15th." I inform him. "So your birthdays in about five weeks, what are going to do?" I query.
"I don't know." He shrugs. "Usually just dinner with my family, last year B and Fitz threw me a party at the ravine but I'm not friends with Fitz anymore and I haven't seen much of B since she started dating Drew." He tells me.
"Well as I'm your girlfriend, fake but none the less, I assume I'll be invited to your birthday celebration. I mean presuming you don't find someone better you'd rather be with by then." I say the last part a little more sullenly than I intend to, hoping in the back of my mind that this isn't a possibility.
He gives me an odd sort of look and changes the subject. "Let's go out to the kitchen and get some lunch." He says standing up and pulling me up from his bed.
We go out to the kitchen and he opens the fridge and asks if I want sandwiches or leftover Chinese.
"Sandwiches please." I say.
He starts pulling stuff out of the fridge for sandwiches and we hear the front door open, we both look over to see Eric.
"Hello son, nice to see you Clare." Eric smiles. "I just came to grab a file have to rush back out again. I have a late meeting tonight and your Mom has a dinner meeting." Eric says rushing upstairs.
"Your parents really do work a lot." I comment after Eric has gone upstairs.
"Yeah but when they are home they're good parents." Owen tells me just when Eric comes rushing back downstairs again.
"My company picnic is the Saturday after the wedding you'll both be coming of course. Gotta run back to the office see you two later." Eric says quickly as he rushes out the door again it's like watching a Speedy Gonzales cartoon.
"Company picnic?" I question as we start making our sandwiches.
"Yeah my Dad's company has one every year, it's a pretty big event." Owen tells me.
"Sounds like fun." I muse as we sit down to eat.
After we eat and clean up we watch a movie and I beat him at foosball twice, damgain his fragile male ego as he grimaces and growls each time I beat him, before Tristan comes home with Tori.
"Hey my Mom is making lasagna for dinner if you two want to come over?" Tori offers.
I look at Owen deferring decision making to him. "Sure why not we gotta eat." Owen says.
An hour later we're walking down the street to Tori's house, she only lives three houses down. Her house is as big as Owen's, the yard is a bit smaller but it has a very beautiful Japanese style garden. It's just as pretty inside though, decorated differently of course but has very nice furniture and fixtures and everything.
"Mom we're back with Owen and his girlfriend Clare." Tori calls as we come around to the living room/kitchen area.
I can smell lasagna and garlic bread and it smells delicious, as I'm reveling in the wonderful smells a woman appears. She looks shockingly like Tori, same eyes, same hair, same mouth and jawline the only difference being she looks twenty five years older.
"Hi kids nice to see you again and you must be Clare." She exclaims taking both my hands and kissing both my cheeks. "I'm Martha, Tori and Tristan have told me all about you." She introduces herself. "Well sit down dinners ready."
We all sit down; Martha made a giant lasagna, salad and garlic bread. I don't talk much during dinner but Tori, Tristan and Martha fill the silence. Tori and her Mom don't just look alike they have similar personalities and it's quite amusing to watch them banter back and forth playfully with each other and Tristan. After dinner Martha tells me it was lovely to meet me and she hopes we'll come over again. Tori tells her mom she's spending the night at Tristan's and the four of us walk back to the Milligan house. As soon as we get to his house Tristan and Tori go upstairs to watch West Drive, Owen and I walk as far as the kitchen and lean on the counter.
"You want to spend the night?" Owen offers.
"Do I want to spend the night?! Of course I want to spend the night! Sleeping in a soft warm bed with Owen where I feel safe and comforted is a million times better than sleeping alone in my dark empty house."
That's what went through my head, what came out of my mouth on the other hand was entirely different.
"No if I'm going to be here all weekend and with you all next weekend too for the wedding then you'd better take me home, don't want you getting sick of me." Is what I say.
"You keep saying that like it's possible to get sick of you." Owen replies and I smile and feel myself blush a little. "But if you insist then alright then, let's get you home." He says then walks to the stairs and yells up. "TRIS I'M TAKING CLARE HOME, BACK IN A BIT."
Tristan and Tori both yell goodbye and we start walking out of Owen's house. Even as he locks his door I regret this decision but I don't say anything. I comfort myself with the thought that I'll see him tomorrow night for what I'm sure will be an interesting dinner with my dad and his whore, I mean girlfriend. Plus there's camping on the beach on Friday night and he offered to let me stay the weekend to avoid my mom and Tim even though they'll be in Port Perry. We arrive at my house and I thank him for spending the day with me as I get out of the car. Like always he waits until I'm inside before he drives away, I lock the door but I'm not tired so I settle on the couch to watch TV until I do get tired.
(OWEN)
I was getting dressed to go to dinner with Clare and her Dad, I've never gone to dinner with a girl's family before but I would think normally I'd want to dress up and look nice. That however was not the purpose of this dinner; Clare wanted me to be a bad boyfriend at dinner, to be Fitz when he was a bully. The thought makes me sort of ill, acting like Fitz, old Fitz with a girl, especially a sweet girl like Clare but she's doing it to piss him off and test him in a way. So rather than a dress shirt and slacks I opt for my baggiest pair of jeans, with some holes in them, I haven't worn them since last year when I was hanging out with Fitz and Bianca more, I put on a wife beater and I'm ready. I leave the house and drive to Clare's; she answers the door as soon as I ring the bell. She's wearing a purple tank top that has lace around the neckline and a black denim mini skirt and she looks beautiful! She's wearing her typical flats but has giant hoop earrings in and those thin silver bracelets that jingle every time she moves her arm. She does still sport her cross necklace and purity ring though.
"You look perfect." She smiles grabbing her purse and locking her door.
"Thanks you look nice too so where are we going?" I inquire.
"Marcelo's it's by the pier on beach street." She tells me and I start driving. "Remember how we said minimal pda?" She questions after I've been driving a couple of minutes.
"Yeah," I say slowly, "why you don't want me to touch you at all or something?" I ask.
"No exactly the opposite, you're supposed to be like Fitz remember. I want you to touch me lots, make my dad think we're sleeping together. That is actually having sex because you know technically we do sleep together. I'm giving you free reign to touch me as much as you like, or you know see fit to piss off my father." She tells me.
"I don't think she realizes what she just said, giving me free reign to touch her as much as I like! It's a good thing we'll be somewhere public, not that I would take it farther than she wanted me to but if she'd said that in my bedroom or something…"
"You sure about that?" I inquire.
"I basically told him I was sleeping around and he didn't bat and eye. I'm hoping that maybe he was too distracted with his paper to hear me. If he sees it maybe it'll actually get a reaction and I'll know he still cares." She grumbles.
It kills me that she feels that way, that she thinks no one cares and has to go to the point of rebelling to know that her parents still care. I park at the restaurant we get out and walk in with my arm around her shoulders. She spots her dad at a corner table and we walk over and sit down. Her dad has dark hair and thin features and his girlfriend has wavy brown hair and green eyes and is a good ten years younger than him.
"Dad this is my boyfriend Owen." Clare says putting her arm around my shoulders and kissing my cheek.
"Randall Edwards, it's nice to meet you and this is Maggie." Her dad says shaking my hand.
"Yeah hi." I say in aloof tone, settling into the role of the horrible boyfriend I'm supposed to be playing.
The waitress comes to get our drink order and I pull Clare's chair right next to mine and put my arm around her waist. She makes a point of leaning on me but neither her father nor Maggie seem to care. Her father orders wine for him and Maggie and she giggles like an idiot and then kisses him, I mean sucking face. It's actually kind of gross but I'm soon distracted from their kiss as Clare's lips are suddenly pressed against mine. It doesn't even take me a second to respond, I lick her bottom lip and she opens her mouth and my tongue goes in easily finding its target. One of her hands is pulling at the hairs at the back of my head and her other is resting on my upper thigh, dangerously close to something else. Something she might feel in a moment if she doesn't stop kissing me like this. After a minute she pulls away and we look back at her dad and Maggie. They are no longer kissing but are gazing at each other and don't seem to care at all that we were just making out. Clare scrunches up her face in annoyance and anger, my arm is still around her and she said free reign so I brush a curl from her face and kiss her neck. She relaxes and smiles a little just as the waitress comes to get our food order.
"So Clare Randy tells me you're an honor roll student." Maggie says after we all order.
"Yep." She replies curtly popping her p.
"What about you Owen?" Maggie asks.
"He gets mostly D's." Clare answers for me, which isn't true but she doesn't want me to be me tonight.
"I don't usually bother attending school, I'm usually hanging out behind it smoking and drinking or making out with this one on the roof." I tell them, Maggie just smiles and her father doesn't even seem to care, he's not even looking at us.
"How long have you two been dating?" Maggie asks.
"Just a couple of weeks," Clare replies, "but I've practically moved in to his house. We share a bed almost every night." She tells them which actually technically isn't lying.
Her father doesn't even blink; he's just gazing at Maggie. Since he doesn't seem to care that his purity ring wearing daughter has been sharing a bed with a boy I decide to test the waters.
"I can't wait to get you back home tonight and rip those clothes off of you babe. I'm gonna wear you out tonight." I say and it doesn't take much effort for my voice to sound lustful. I nuzzle into her neck and kiss the top of her chest and she giggles.
"Oh you two are cute! You remind me of me and my high school boyfriend, of course I wasn't on the honor roll I was a cheerleader. Aren't they cute Randy?" Maggie comments and Clare's father finally looks over.
"Hmm oh yes, very cute couple." Clare's father says sounding completely disinterested.
At least he's looking at us though so I decide to take advantage of my free reign permit for the dinner. I put my hand behind Clare's neck and crash our lips together, she opens her mouth immediately her tongue finding mine and they fight for dominance and her hand goes to the hairs at the back of my head once more. I use my hand currently resting on her hip, to go up the back of her tank top a bit, just enough to be sure her father and Maggie can see and Clare doesn't seem to mind one bit. I break away when I start to hear other customers whispering. I look back at her father and Maggie and their back in their own little world, completely ignoring us and not caring at all what we're doing. I think I could have sex with Clare on the table and they wouldn't care, Clare probably would and the other people in the restaurant might but I don't think her father or Maggie would even notice. I'm beginning to wonder why her father wanted to have dinner with Clare if he was going to ignore her the whole time. Just as I'm about to start making out with Clare again our food comes to the table. Finally her father and Maggie look away from each other and we start eating.
"Clare I wanted you to come to dinner tonight so we could tell you that we're engaged." Her father says.
Clare stops eating and drops her fork back on her plate. "Excuse me?!" She demands.
"We're getting married, we don't have a date yet but we're thinking next summer." Maggie squeals.
"Are you kidding me? Dad you've been divorced from Mom for like two months!" Clare says angrily.
"Yes but I've been in love with Maggie for a long time. I'm going to move in with Maggie, I'm selling the condo and giving your mother the house. I thought you'd spend weekends with us." Her father says dryly not seeming to care how upset Clare is.
I look at Clare and she's livid and looks like she's about to cry at the same time.
"Are you serious? Weekends? Weekends at your house with that…woman?! While you're too busy canoodling with her to even know I'm alive!" She snaps, her voice rising enough that other people in the restaurant look at us.
Clare stands up, takes her bowl of chicken and pasta and tosses it on her dad and Maggie and then storms out of the restaurant. My first instinct is to punch him, but I refrain, I do however put in my two cents, no more of this playing the bad boyfriend crap I'm standing up for her.
"You're an asshole and failing as a father, you don't deserve Clare. Neither of you do, your too fucking busy being consumed by your own lives to see that Clare needs you. You don't even care anymore do you? You have a wonderful daughter, she's the best person I know and you don't even care about her. You want to see her at all get a fucking clue and act like a parent." I bark at them and then run out after Clare. She's leaning against my car crying, I go over to her and hug her tightly she hugs me back and bawls into my shirt. "Forget him, forget them, you don't need them. You have me and my family." I affirm to her.
"He didn't care Owen, he didn't care at all! He used to get mad when Eli and I so much as pecked but you and I made out at the table and he didn't say a thing! I told him we were sleeping together and he didn't care! You were a jerk, we were all over each other and he didn't care! I could have told him I was pregnant and I don't think he would have cared aside from maybe his whore complaining that she's too young to be a grandmother! I can't believe he's going to marry that whore!" She bemoans her lower lip quivering.
(CLARE)
I've covered one spot of Owen's white shirt in tears and feel a little badly but I'm horribly upset. The dinner with my father was a complete disaster, Owen did his part perfectly but my father could have cared less what we did. That whore of a girlfriend of his was pretending to show an interest but as soon as my father paid her any attention she ignored us. Thank god I brought Owen, even if he wasn't himself exactly, I don't think I would have lasted as long as I did without him there. I probably would have gotten annoyed with them within minutes and stabbed them both with my fork when my father told me they were engaged like I wanted to.
"Come on get in the car." Owen commands breaking into my thoughts.
I don't argue or ask where we're going, at the moment I simply don't care as long as it takes me away from this place and my dad and his whore. We drive for a while, my tears dry and he parks in a dirt parking lot filled with cars.
"Where are we?" I inquire.
He doesn't answer but gets out of the car so I do the same. I hear lots of sounds, people talking, laughing and screaming, there's cheery music and other sounds, metallic sounds and beeping and swooshing. I smell cotton candy and corn dogs and caramel apples.
"The fair," Owen says pointing behind me and I turn to see the lights from the fair and the tops of the roller coaster and ferris wheel. "I thought you could use some cheering up and nothing says cheering up like junk food and thrilling rides." He tells me as we start walking to the fair.
I smile widely and already feel better. Owen was right I don't need my father or anyone else I have him and he does care. He pays our entrance fee and we go in.
"We didn't exactly eat much are you hungry?" He asks after we go in.
"Yes starving my dinner ended up on my father and his whore." I laugh remembering the looks on their faces after I threw my pasta on them.
"Yes but that was the best part of the dinner but canoodling really?" Owen laughs.
"It was the first word that came to mind that wasn't a swear word." I admit and he laughs again and shakes his head a bit.
There aren't too many options, so we get corn dogs, chips and sodas and sit dow picnic table, he takes off my bangles as we sit down saying he doesn't want to hear them jingle anymore, I stash them in my purse. After we eat we walk through the fair to give our corn dogs time to digest and then go on the bumper cars. It's actually quite amusing to watch Owen bumping into every possible person he can, he's nice enough to avoid bumping me. After that we go into the haunted house and I swear he takes pleasure in the fact that I shriek every time something pops out at us and I grab onto him. Then we go on the ferris wheel and I enjoy it until he rocks the car and then I shriek.
"It's okay, I've got you." He chuckles putting his arm around me.
As long as his arm stays around me he can rock the car all he wants. By the time we get off the ferris wheel the dinner with my dad has slipped to the back of my mind, I'm completely relaxed and having fun. We stay for hours and ride almost every ride there except the roller coaster which I'm too chicken to go on.
"Since you refuse to go on the roller coaster how about some dessert then?" He offers.
"Dessert sounds good." I smile.
"Cotton candy or caramel apple?" He asks.
"Caramel apple." I say.
We walk to the caramel apple stand and he buys two and then we walk through the fair. He finishes his apple in maybe ten bites and I giggle when I look at him after he throws away the stick because he has a caramel mustache.
"What's so funny?" He asks squeezing his eyebrows together a bit.
"You have caramel on your lip." I tell him.
He wipes it away with a napkin but misses a spot so I get it for him with mine, resisting the temptation to lick it off. We keep walking and he stops at one of the midway games where you throw a football at a target. He of course wins and the guy hands him a stuffed purple bear, which naturally he gives to me just as I finish my caramel apple.
"Well we've been on every ride except the roller coaster, we stuffed our faces with junk food and I won you a cheap purple bear, you ready to go?" He asks.
"Yeah I'm ready to go home now and thank you Owen this is exactly what I needed." I say gratefully and kiss his cheek.
"Anytime Clare." He smiles.
We walk back to his car and drive to my house, I'm really not looking forward to going home and there's always the possibility that my dad and his whore will be there, the closer we get the more my mood falls.
"Thanks again, I feel a lot better now." I tell him when we park in my driveway trying to sound happy still.
He just smiles and gets out of the car with me, at this point I don't question when he comes in with me when he drops me off.
"Pack a bag with everything you'll need from now until Monday when I bring you back. You may as well just come to my house tonight if I'm keeping you all weekend anyway." He says.
I bite my lip to keep from squealing as I get giddy inside at the prospect of spending the next four nights with Owen, one in a tent and three at his house. "Okay be back in a few minutes." I say, hey this time I'm not going to argue or protest.
I run upstairs and pull out my small suitcase and start tossing clothes and a couple pairs of shoes in it. I go into my washroom and grab my toiletries just as I'm about to zip up the suitcase I remember to put in my bathing suit and I go back downstairs.
"You should probably leave a note for your mom telling her where you went for the weekend, somewhere she won't try and find you and make you go away with her for the weekend." He instructs as I set my bag by the door.
"Good idea." I remark and go to the kitchen pulling out some scratch paper and a pen from the junk drawer.
I write a note saying I went on a church retreat and will be back on Monday. Yes it doesn't escape me that I lied about going on a church retreat when in reality I'll be sharing a bed with a boy that I'm not even really dating. I stick the note on the fridge, Owen gets my bag for me and I turn out the lights and lock the door, he puts my bag in the back and we start driving back to his house.
Update soon from getting to Owen's house.