Out on your Corner in the Pouring Rain.
Summary: Way overdue. We all know that Chrissie and Owen were meant for each other, even through infidelity and lies. What they have is so perfect that it cannot be denied.
Chrissie wants Owen. Owen wants Diane. Diane wants Ric. But when Owen decided to change his mind and throw everything that he had with Diane away, is it what Chrissie really wants?
A/N: This is an alternate storyline exploring the rocky ChrissieOwen relationship we all know and love. I am a huge ChrissieOwen fan and I just thought of a different way everything could have happened. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: None of its mine. Wish it was but it isn't. Why do we have to put these anyway? We are writing on fan fiction. If we actually owned the show surely we wouldn't bother? Love ya all sofi xxx
Chapter One – Mess
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chrissie POV
Even after last night he is still going through with it. Even after I rescued him from that statue. Even after everything that I did for him. Even after all of the passion that we shared. He is still going to marry her; I don't know what he sees in her. Little miss perfect. Maybe I should've been like that? Maybe then he'd still love me? Or maybe it just wasn't going to work out? All I know is that I love him so much, more than anything. I guess I blew it with Ed, but one last try won't hurt, at least I'll know.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chrissie dragged herself up and willed herself not to cry as she prepared to attend the wedding. She was determined that Diane would not feel the satisfaction of knowing she had got to her. She could feel the rage building up inside her, she wanted to break Diane, and she wanted that bitch to feel all of the pain that she was keeping locked inside of her heart. It wasn't worth it; she knew that, Owen would hate her if she did anything rash. Instead she drove her fist into the wall with all the passion she could muster, all her hate towards Diane and all her love towards Owen and all her anger at herself for screwing up. She had to fight back the tears as blood gushed from her knuckles, spilling down her fingers, forming a pool on her carpet, but she felt better, at least for now. To her the blood symbolised broken tears, her tears fell on to her wounded hand and burned their way through her flesh. She smiled at the pain, it helped.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Owen's POV
It was a mistake, a stupid mistake. I was drunk. It would kill Diane if she found out. I can't tell her, I can't break her heart, not for that meaningless night. I was drunk.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------'I was drunk', the words echoed through his head. It wasn't that simple and he knew it, there was still something between them and he knew it, but he didn't want to admit it, for fear of the pain that it would cause. He continued to dress himself; he wanted this to be perfect, for Diane's sake. There was a timid knock on his door, so faint he wasn't sure he had heard correctly. 'WE were drunk!' he said out loud this time as he made his way toward the door.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Diane POV
Oh no! How could I have let this happen! I thought our feelings for each other were over. Every time I see Ric I shall never be able to look at him in the same way. It was just a kiss, people kiss all the time. But what if it's a sign, telling me that Owen is a mistake. NO! He is the one. I love him.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------'I love him, I love him, I love him.' Her whispers grew faint before she busied herself with the final wedding arrangements.
Owens fingers closed gently around the doorknob before he twisted it slowly, he had a sneaking suspicion of the face he was going to be confronted with, and he wasn't about to be let down.
'Chrissie…I uh…' he stammered.
'Last night was a sign. We are supposed to be together. I love you!' Chrissie said boldly.
'Last night was a mistake. I was drunk. I was drunk' he had to repeat it to make sure of it, she picked up on this.
'You're uncertain, I know you better than you think. I love you and I want to be with you. Please don't do this to me, don't hurt me anymore.' she pleaded, quiet desperation showed in her voice. Owen began to get angry now,
'YOU DON'T LOVE ME!' he shouted back at her, 'YOU LOVE THE CHALLENGE OF BEING WITH ME! You never wanted me when you had me, and now you've lost me that has all changed?'
'Please don't do this. You mean so much to me.' She whimpered as she slipped quietly out of the door.
Owen sighed and sat back down, he knew there was something there, but was it something worth rescuing? He loved her once, did he love her still? More importantly, could he love her still? No, he loved Diane now, he was going to marry Diane, and they were going to be happy.
A/N: Ok guys I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. :D if I get positive feedback then I'll post the next chapter really soon!