Later on, my mom had taken him out for a tour of our town, because apparently he had just moved or whatever. Now I understood his issue with his house, but like, get a motel or something, right?

I figured they would take a while, so I decided to work a little more on the recent cover I was trying to do. It was a little tricky, but it was of the song, Crystallize by Lindsey Stirling. I was trying to play it in lower notes and a tad bit slower, and as I was playing, using my own notes, Owen and my mom came home early, and were listening without me knowing, of course.

I had finished the song finally, and felt really good about it, so I was about to turn on my recorder and record the song when my mom and Owen stepped in and made me jump.

"That was very beautiful, hon." Mom said, smiling.

"That was better sounding than I expected. You are very talented." Owen said with a smile as well. I wasn't sure how to deal with all this attention so I just nodded. I knew my mom liked the music I made but hearing it from Owen was really weird. I mean, the last guy hated my cello so much he freaking destroyed it.

They left me alone so I could record, but now that I knew they were gonna listen in, I felt insecure. So I trucked on outside to record in my van.

Funny thing about my van, its an old conversion van, and I'm not even sure how old it is. All I know is it's rusty and not very shiny. I got it from George as a present for getting my driver's license, and he thought of it as a joke. Little did he know, the thing was great for me and my cello. It was big, roomy, and actually pretty reliable.

I opened the back doors and climbed in. The silence in the back was great too for recording. There were seats on the side for me to conveniently sit and play. I went at it once the doors were shut.

Once I finished the song, I stopped the recording and looked at my watch. Dang, already 4 in the afternoon. I really liked to extend songs. I wrapped up my cello in it's extra case and left it in the van. I locked up the van and hurried to the house. Once inside, I saw my mom and Owen on the couch. Kissing. Did I ever tell you I was prone to fainting?

The next thing I know, my mom is hovering over me, scared out of her mind, trying to get me awake. Owen had a glass of water in his hand, which he set down seeing I was awake.

"Jess? Jess, are you alright? Owen call 911!" Mom freaked.

"Wait, wait.. I'm- fine..." I stuttered, feeling my head throb but tried to sit up. I hated the hospital. I rubbed the back of my head and my mom gave me a really tight hug. It's been awhile since I have fainted, but yes. I do faint. Usually when I see something insanely scary, or, like what I just saw a moment ago.

"Let's get them to the couch and off the floor." Owen said. He proceeded to then help me stand with the help of my mom. They grabbed my arms and my legs did not want to work then, so I fell forwards into Owen. They both led me to the couch and I fell against it.

"Still 911?" Owen whispered to mom. I heard.

"No, no, no, no hospital.." I muttered, rubbing my face with a hand. "No hospital. I'm fine."

"Uh, I've had them faint a few times, and they are usually okay after a while of rest." Mom said.

Now, the reason I hate hospitals, is not because of the doctors or the nurses or the procedures. The reason I hate hospitals has to do with the fact the last time I went to one, was the time George hit me in the face with a broken alcohol bottle. I was asleep while recovering, and I had a nightmare about George, and once I woke up, I saw a doctor taking out my IV thing from my arm. For a split second I thought that doctor was George, and I freaked. Out. It's not the doctor's fault, by any means, I'm just still a bit freaked out still from that situation. I know it's really a weird thing to hate the hospital for, but, that's me.

"If you're sure." Owen responded. I was leaning on the armrest of the couch, thinking about the moment I had witnessed moments before I fainted. Oh yeah, Owen was totally a guy that was just over for a few days for house repairs. More like George's situation all over again.

Once I gained enough courage, I looked up at my mom who was still right next to me by the couch, and ever so softly, I asked, "Can I ask what happened between you two before I fainted?"

Boy, did that catch my mom off guard. She looked over at Owen and he sighed. Awkward.

"Jess, I'm sorry about that." Mom said. "But, I don't know, I just feel like we click so well."

I looked over at Owen, and he smiled at me. "I would love every minute being apart of this family. I promise on my life to take care of you just like your mom does."

I stared at Owen for a moment, before straightening myself up a bit. I couldn't even speak.

Owen sat down next to me and looked down at the ground. "I would like to think of myself as your stepdad, actually, not, what is it, step-stepdad? The last guy wasn't worthy of that title, so let's forget about him."

Anybody else who was full of hate would have gotten up and walked out. Me? I decided to give this dude a chance. Anyone who wants to forget about George, is worthy to me. I nodded slowly, before saying gently, "I do my best to forget about George all the time."

Owen gave me a really confused look. "Who's that?"

It took me a moment to realize what he was doing before laughing a little. "I don't know."

He shrugged and smiled. "No use remembering something that has no use to us."

That sentence struck me in the most weirdest way. The way that I still haven't gotten it out of my head. It was so simple and yet, so true.

My mom smiled at our bonding moment and sat half on the arm rest of the couch, so I was in between. "We make a perfect family." She said softly, leaning over me and wrapping an arm around Owen, who has scooted closer.

"Wait, you guys are getting married this soon?" I questioned. It had only been, what, a day?

"No, no!" My mom laughed. "I'd like to know more about him first! But, can't we consider us family anyways? Stronger than friends."

I shrugged. I was feeling a bit better about this whole situation all of a sudden. "Sure."

Owen broke the bonding moment. "I think you need to get some rest after what you just went through, however." He stood up and lent me his hand. I agreed right away. Yes, I was more awake, but I still didn't have the energy I had before the faint spell. I took his hand and after standing a little wobbly with the help of my mom, they both led me to my room.