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: Darn! Still ain't mine!
Chapter 4 – Too far
It was so late, Chrissie and Finn had been dancing for the whole night, Owen and Diane were getting up to leave, Chrissie and Finn thought it was time to go too.
They laughed their way out of the club. Hands roaming each others bodies as they struggled their way to Finns apartment.
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Owens POV
I guess I was right then. Maybe she has realised too, we weren't meant for each other, how could i have kidded myself that we were? I cant help but think that she is making a mistake, that I am making a mistake. NO! I love Diane, I love Diane, I love Diane, I love Diane!
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'Diane?' he whispered questioningly as they were lying in bed together.
She was sleeping, he heard each breath escape her lips, she was so peaceful. Quietly he dragged himself from the bed and slipped on some jeans and a t-shirt, he had to clear his head. Without a coat he slipped quietly out of the house trying desperately not to wake his sleeping wife. She stirred as he closed the door, but nothing more.
Finn slammed her body against the wall of his apartment, he was hungry for her. He pressed his lips firmly against hers as they battled their tongues together. He slipped his hand up her shirt caressing her milky skin as he removed the material from her body. She returned the favour as she ripped off his button down shirt, tearing many buttons in the process.
His hands wandered her body, taking in the wonder that was Chrissie Williams, as she did the same. Finn realised that he knew nothing about the girl and probably wouldn't bother to get to know her afterwards, to him; she was a one night stand. Nothing special, at least not to him.
The cold night air whipped at his face and arms as he marched groggily through the park. It was so dark and so empty. He stared at his reflection in the pond, his face illuminated by the starlight. He felt the wind was trying to punish him, grazing at his face, it was this that mad him wonder why didn't he wear a coat? His reflection was obscured as something touched the water, making it ripple silently. It was at that moment that he realised he was crying.
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Owens POV
How can she affect me this much? Even when we don't see each other, all I can do is think about her. Why do I feel like this? Why do I feel like I'm making a huge mistake? Why do I want her in my life so badly? I want to answer all these questions. I dont want to have so much uncertanty hanging over my head all the time. I want to be her friend. Why can't i just let her go?
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That last question echoed in Owens fragile mind, burning it mercilessly. He couldn't answer it. He wanted to let her go so badly, he wanted to carry on with his life, his and Diane's life. He gasped as tears began to fall more freely, dripping from his cheeks to form a beautiful pattern of ripples in the water below him. He wandered on, walking around and through the park several times, trying desperately to erase Chrissie from his memories.
He'd thought that the clean, fresh night air would do the trick, or the pain of the freezing wind nipping at his exposed skin, or the exertion that he was placing on his muscles as he reached a jogging pace.
He knew he was trying to escape her, to run from the thoughts of her, to get as far away as he possibly could, to run from his thoughts, but you can't run from your mind forever.
Finn's hands were working their way expertly up her soft, silky legs. He let a long moan escape his mouth as she sucked on his earlobe, teasing him gently. He placed a trail of wet kisses down her face and neck and his hands were resting on her thighs, his fingers creeping increasingly close to the hem of her tight denim mini-skirt.
Traveling higher up her legs his hands started to play with the waistband of her lacy thong. She realised in those few split seconds before he managed to work his hands inside of the thin material of her underwear that she didn't want this.
Roughly she pushed him off her,
'I'm sorry Finn,' she yelped, 'I can't do this, I won't do this, I don't want this!'
He stared at her confused as she grabbed her shirt from the floor, took her bag from the chair and rushed outside. He was powerless to stop her.
She cried out as the bitter wind engulfed her nearly naked body, she threw the shirt roughly over herself and shivered as she hurried off in the direction of the park, her eyes stung as she tried to hold back the tears. The drop in her weight had certainately made her feel the cold more. And the more she felt the cold, the more she wished for a strong pair of arms to wrap around her fragile body.
She threw herself onto the bench and finally let the tears fall, they stirred the dust as they pounded against the ground. In the quiet, peacefulness of the night, she could hear them tapping on the concrete. She felt herself slipping out of consciousness.
'Chrissie.' Was all she heard as a strong pair of arms pulled her from her seat and wrapped around her.
A/N: I haven't got much to say but thank you for the continued reviewing.