Owen Weiller

"So, are you going to the party tonight?" I looked over at Taylor briefly, watching the back of her head as she stared out the window and I browsed for a parking spot.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her look at me, "I think so."

I smiled to myself. "I'll take you." I pulled into an empty spot between two other cars and turned off the engine. There was a guy around our age in the car next to us on her side. I looked at Taylor. Her eyes were narrowed at me and without a word she got out and slammed her door. I watched the guy next to her "conveniently" get out of his car and mash himself up against her. I growled and got out.

"Hey, there. I haven't seen you around here before. I thought I knew all the cute girls."

I don't remember actually moving from my side to hers, but a few seconds later I was there. And I was pissed. Everything in me screamed to beat the shit out of him. Instead I watched as she batter her eyes at him, "You know a lot of cute girls?"

I wound my arms around her from behind and pulled her back against me hard. I growled once more, the sound vibrating through me and trickling out of my throat. I glared at the boy and puffed out my chest, my eyes telling him to back off and that she was already taken. He stumbled away and I smirked.

Taylor elbowed me in the gut, and I grunted before adjusting my arms to hold hers at her sides. She started squirming and she was pressed up against me just so that I wasn't complaining. When she realized just how happy I was, she froze. I heard her gulp and nuzzled her neck under her ear. It was time to teach this pup a lesson.

I felt her blood pumping and pounding under my lips and kissed the spot gently. Holding her in place I explored further, my mouth finding the vein in her neck that kept her alive. My teeth held that vein, her life, but didn't break the skin. I growled and felt her tremble against me. She whined and tried to tuck her chin down, but the position of my head and my hold on her prevented that. I growled and bit down harder. She whimpered and finally leaned her head back against my shoulder, saying without words that I was in charge and we played by my rules.

I released her and took her hand. I ignored her glare and let her lead the way as she charged forward, dragging me along behind her to the movie theater. We stopped infront of the ticket window, browsing the list of movies.

"What's Under Your Bed?" She looked at me as she asked.

I curled my lip, "That sounds fruity."

"Yeah, but it's either that or Toothfairy."

"You're not even going to try and convince me to see Crying Roses?"

"I'm not that desperate for a movie." I laughed and watched her smile. I decided she has a nice smile, and I wanted to see it as much as I could.

I took her hand and stroked the back of it with my thumb as I went up to the window. "Two adults for What's Under Your bed, please."

"That's twenty two-fifty." I pulled out my wallet and handed over the money. The day I go to see a movie and pay less than ten dollars cows will shit gold. It ain't gonna happen.

We went to the snack bar and got popcorn and soda, then headed into the movie. The room they were showing it in was pretty empty, ten or so people littered around the rows and rows of chairs. Without hesitation i went for a back row, leading Taylor with me. It was tempting to find a dark corner, but I knew my limits- and hers.

I walked into the middle of a backrow, waiting for her. Once she chose a seat I settled into the one next to her, grabbing a handful of popcorn and munching down. She snorted and ate some popcorn, too. The movie started a few minutes later, and I barely paid any attention to it. I was very aware of Taylor sitting next to me, her forearm pressed against mine on the rests. I slid my arm along her shoulders, not bothering to hide the movement. If she didn't want me to touch her, whether I went about it awkwardly or not, she would push me away. This was so much simpler.

She didn't push me off, but she didn't lean towards me either. I sighed and smiled to myself. She was going to be a challenge; I would have to except that. Hell, who was I fooling? I loved a good challenge.

I smiled at this new excursion, finally looking at the movie. It was alright, not the best or the worst thing I've ever seen. There was a couple infront of us, very affectionate and very loud. Then, apparantly, she was complaining about something. Then they argued. Then they made up and slobbered all over eachother, getting louder by the second. I heard a growl, thought it was me, then turned to see a frustrated Taylor watching the sideshow infront of us.

Hefting up my bucket of popcorn, I quirked an eyebrow at her. She smirked evilly and picked hers up as well. Simultaneously we stood and dumped the popcorn on them. The girl screamed and the guy shouted, yelling and cursing at Taylor and I. By the time they were done shouting and tried to find out who assaulted them, we were leaving our aisle. They called after us, and we laughed, holding hands and running from the theater.

When we got outside it was drizzling little pittering pattering drops. Slowly, you could hear it in the distance getting louder and louder, and then the downpour was on us. The rain was hard and cold, driving mercilessly through our clothes like teeth. Taylor laughed out loud, spreading her arms and throwing her head back. I stood still, watching what I could see of her through the thick maze of falling water. It should have been like trying to see through Niagara Falls, but it wasn't. I could see her almost perfectly. Her clothes clung to her, her hair was matted to her face and shoulders. She was beautiful.

Slowly she turned to me, as if she could feel me watching her. My gaze was so intense she probably could have. Her arms drooped to her sides and she slowly walked toward me, not stopping until she was infront of me. I looked down at her. Her smiled had vanished, and she seemed anxious, waiting for something. I slid my fingers along her cheeks, feeling her soft skin. I cupped her head, leaning down closer. Our breath steamed in the air, mixing, mingling.

"Owen," She whispered my name, the sound almost drowned out by the downpour.

"Don't run from me this time, Taylor," I growled softly, but my words were more of a plea than a command. I couldn't tolerate her running away again. I jsut knew I wanted her here with me, atleast for right now. I just wanted the two of us, together, for as long as she would stay.

"I won't." She said this strogner, as if to herself more than me. I smiled softly, leaning my forehead against hers.

I kissed her eyelids, then her cheeks and her cute little nose. I trailed kisses over the delicate bones of her face, and then I kissed her lips.

Outside a movie that sucked, in the middle of the pouring rain, the sound of water crashing onto the pavement a dull roar in my ears, I kissed Taylor Jameson. I kissed her, and everything stopped. She kissed me back, and you know what?

It was nice.