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: Still don't own it! Damn, and I thought I would have gotten lucky by now
Chapter 3-Moving On
Chrissie awoke to the sound of a telephone ringing, she groaned as she dragged herself out of bed and lifted up the receiver.
'Hello.' She spoke groggily.
'Chrissie? Oh Chrissie thank god you finally answered! I was so worried about you!' Tricia exclaimed hurriedly down the phone.
'I'm fine,' Chrissie replied sulkily, 'no need to worry about me.'
Tricia thought differently, 'Oh honey this is the sixth time I've called you, I've been so worried, I know it's been hard on you.'
'What's been hard for me?' she replied innocently but sadly.
'I know how much you love him!' she stated simply, sensing that her daughter did not want to relive this painful epsiode in her life.
'Its over.' Said Chrissie as she put the phone back in the receiver.
At the other end of the line Tricia looked sullen; she too replaced her phone with a sigh and she quietly contemplated what was going on in her daughters head. She was surprised at the coldness in her voice. Chrissie had always been so warm and loving and affectionate, she frowned at how much this little escapade with Owen had affected her life.
Chrissie stared at herself in the mirror. She was shocked at the way she had let herself go, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her face was pale and sunken. She could see how the weight had fallen off her over the last few months. To be honest she looked how she felt, deathly.
She wanted so badly just to give up, but deep down inside of her, buried under the feelings of despair and desire was a glimmer of the old Chrissie. The strong-willed young woman that she used to be. This was the only thing keeping her going. That, and Owen. If she couldn't be with him, she could be with someone else, and she would try to be his friend.
Hours. It took her hours to get rid of the deathly look. She had no idea how much foundation she had caked on, too much she figured.
'I can do this.' She muttered to herself. Inside she knew that she couldn't, but she had to try. Owen wasn't the only man on earth, she could use a guy to take her mind off him, and she wanted to prove that to him, or maybe, she wanted to convince herself.
She trudged out to the club and sat alone with a bottle of beer, scanning the room for worthy candidates. That guy over there was cute, but not as great as Owen. She had to stop thinking about him, if she didn't she was going to get nowhere.
'Hello doll,' a voice said behind her, 'Beer ain't a very ladylike drink honey. Fancy another?' he had a strong Australian accent.
'Can't do worse than I'm already doing.' She replied as he handed her another bottle.
'You look a little down.' He stated.
'You could say that.' she sighed. Owen and Diane had entered the club, she just couldn't escape them.
'The names Finn.' He said, extending a hand.
'Chrissie.' she said refusing the hand, and staring at Diane and Owen profusely, they were laughing and having a good time. 'Lets dance!' she exclaimed suddenly catching Finn by surprise and grabbing his hand.
She pulled him along the dance floor so that they could be near enough to Diane and Owen without looking to suspicious. They started off slowly, getting used to the feel of each other, barely dancing fast enough to keep up with the music that was blasting through their ears.
It was after her hips accidently grazed against the side of his body that they started to get into the music they began to push their bodies together grinding their hips up against one and other. She turned to face away from him and grinded her ass into him, raising her arms above her head giving Finn more space to let his hands explore her. She let her eyes wander over to Diane and Owen and a smile escaped her lips at the looks of shock and horror on their faces. She failed to notice the glint of one single tear in Owens left eye.
A/N: Again, I hope you enjoyed. Thanks for the reviews, they are much appreciated. Does Chrissie let things a little too loose?