Annabel's POV

Rolly turned around in the swivel chair, grabbing a piece of pizza with it. Clarke, by his feet, rolled her eyes when his chair hit her lightly.

"So, your mom doesn't approve of the relationship?"

Owen shook his head. I looked up at him, and he continued to stroke my hair. He leaned farther against the bed, so I could be more comfortable on his lap. I glanced at him, and then Rolly.

"Man, what about this radio show?" Rolly interrupted. Owen snapped from his thoughts and grinned at him.

"I got a sick show planned," He grabbed his laptop and I shot Rolly a thankful look. Owen had been more distant and consumed in his thoughts; he needed to get away from all that stress. I sighed, and looked down. Part of his stress was me, and I wasn't helping him when I was around so much. His mom had asked him to pick between her and I. He picked me. I was even tearing his family apart. Ugh, I internally groaned.

A slow knock hit the door. Seconds later, the door opened, creaking quickly.

"Owen?" Ms. Armstrong peeked her head through the door. Her eyes widened at the full room.

"I didn't know you were having people over," She exclaimed, looking over before landing her gaze on me.

"And by people, you mean, Annabelle." He said, flatly. I looked down in embarrassment. I couldn't even defend myself. She shifted uncomfortably, placing her hand on the doorknob. She curled her fingers around it, twisting it. Once. Twice.

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at Rolly and Clarke. They were suddenly enticed in Owen's laptop, disregarding the awkward tension in the room. I refused to look up, though. I could feel his mother's glare shoot straight at me. Who could blame her? I was ripping her apart from her son. Even I hated me.

"If you want to talk, do it now." He added, wrapping his arm around my waist. She rolled her eyes.

"Don't be childish, Owen. There are bet-" Owen's fists turned hard. I could feel a ball of rock at my side. I quietly rubbed circles on his back, soothingly.

"Mom, leave. Just go." He whispered. His eyes were closed, and I could tell he was almost at breaking point. I still didn't dare glance at his mother. An awkward silence ensued. I heard the door shut, and looked up at Owen. Putting my fingers to his jaw, I pulled his face to mine. Oblivious to Rolly and Clarke, I crushed my lips against his. His fists slowly smoothened out, and he was calming down. I pulled back, and he groaned a little. I half smiled, pressing one more gentle kiss on his lips. Rolly cleared his throat. Clarke chuckled, her fingers lacing with Rolly's.

"We can continue that later," Owen smirked, and I laid back down on his lap. Rolly brought up the radio show again. I had a feeling Owen knew Rolly was distracting him, and he wanted Rolly to too. Instinctively, I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. I saw Clarke give me a sympathetic look before I closed my eyes. The last thing I remembered was Owen brushing his lips against my forehead, giving my hand a squeeze back.

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Mallory's POV

"Nick, I have to…tell you something." I looked back up in his eyes. His clear blue eyes. How was I supposed to do this?

"Shoot," He smiled, lacing his fingers with mine. I faced back at the ocean, mesmerized by the constant waves splashing back and forth. Weird, how everything can change in seconds, minutes, days, but somehow the ocean always managed to stay the same.

"You know I'm messed up, right?" I choked out, looking at the sand. God, how embarrassing. I peeked at his face, the hurt in his eyes.

"No, Mal, you're not messed up." He replied, hard. I shook my head slightly, but he saw. He brought my face to his, making sure I saw him.

"You're beautiful, okay? And I'm not just saying that. I mean it. You're beautiful," He repeated, his voice progressively getting quieter. A soft smile grew on to my face.

"Thank you, Nick, but hear me out." He nodded.

"I used to binge," I started, taking a deep breath. I was strong enough to do this. The hurt grew in his eyes.

"And throw-" My breath hitched up in my throat. Easier to think than to say. I looked at him, hopeless. He'd get it.

"Up," He finished. I sat in the sand, digging my feet in the ground. I felt an arm around my shoulders, and tears started dropping from my eyes, one by one. Beyond embarrassing.

"I'm not a douche like my brother, Mal. I don't think you know who I am. No matter what, you're still beautiful. To me, to everyone." He kissed my forehead, and for a few seconds, I did feel beautiful. We stayed like that for a while, before he phone started ringing.

"Hey Will," he smiled. I nodded, telling him to take it.

"Yeah, my brother was wondering where you were?"

"Florida?" I looked over at him, discretely entranced in his conversation. It sounded vaguely familiar…

"Yeah, trouble's always like that down here. Noah got himself in shit too," He chuckled, but you could see the disapproval on his face. My eyes widened; it couldn't be.

"Over a girl."

I could hear a voice on the other side, "That's how mine started too. Tell him to back off and forget it okay? Not worth the court shit. What about you?" It couldn't be. It couldn't Will from last year.

"I got myself the prettiest girl in the world, Will. You have no idea. She's perfect," Anyone could hear the grin in his voice. He looked over at me with full adoration. I could barely respond, so I smiled faintly.

"Yeah, we'll meet up soon."

"Dope, later, dude." He put the phone down, and looked in my eyes. He leaned in for a kiss, but pushed away. He raised his eyebrows.

"Was that…Will Cash?" I asked, hesitantly. He slowly nodded, intertwining my fingers that were on his chest with his.

"Yeah, why?" He asked, curious. I immediately stood up. With a confused look on his face, he followed me but didn't say a word.

"What happened?" Concern lacing his voice. I shook my head.

"I'm just-I don't feel very good," Which was partly true. My stomach felt weird after realizing Will was on the phone and was friends with Nick. He obliged to take me home. Grateful, I quietly in the car all the way home.

"Stay strong tonight, okay?" He asked, before I left the car. I smiled softly at him. I knelt over the gears and caressed his face with my palm. I kissed his lips tenderly. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip, and I grinned.

"If anything happens, you'll be the first to know, okay?" I promised him. He nodded, leaning in for on more kiss. "Bye babe, stay beautiful." He winked, as I walked back to the house. I saw Annabel's car parked outside, and I smiled slightly before frowning. What will the Will news do to her? Especially after Mom and Owen fighting?

I ran upstairs without acknowledging Mom. I felt like a baby taking sides, but I had to go with Owen on this one. Annabel was a bug influence on my life and I wasn't planning on changing that now. More than that though, she made Owen happy, and Owen happy is the best thing in the world.

I knocked on Owen's door, opening it without a response. Awkwardly, they were in middle of a heated kiss.

"Uh, guys?" I cleared my throat. Annabel turned bright pink, but smiled at my arrival. Owen chuckled, turning Annabel so she was in his lap.

"Yeah, Mal?" He asked, a slight annoyance to his voice. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm sorry. Was I interrupting something?" I fake gagged. He smirked in return. He nodded, and Annabel flashed to a bright shade of pink.

"Before I go…I wanted to tell you guys something."

Owen gestured to the get on.

"Will Cash is coming back." I watched Annabel's reaction closely. Owen tightened his grip on her waist instinctively. She looked at me, surprised.

"What?"

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A/N: Enjoy (: xx

Oh, and I know I said I was going to write a Will Cash spin off story but I don't know what happened to that, haha. But, you guys got this on still going. Thank you for supporting me again. Means a whole lot to me (:

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