Ch.3—The Plan

The day dissolved into a dusty evening of tension at the Skywalker household. Beru was always watching Owen with nervous glances, and Owen was always watching Ben with the same. Luke didn't quite know what to do with himself, so he locked himself up in his room, but the curiosity to know more about Ben was driving him mad and he contemplated how to get to him alone.

He tapped his writing utensil slowly and then adjusted to a faster pace on his desk. The sound drove him crazy, but the absence of thought was even worse. I must think of something…

Several hours passed and a beeping droid interrupted his blank thoughts with the consistent tapping on his door. He grumbled loudly, but the droid still did not go away.

"What is it?" he asked, pointlessly.

The droid made some more noises and then wheeled away.

A sigh of relief came across him, and a thought—a good one, came to his mind. I've got it…Uncle Owen is going out into the town for some extra belongings as soon as the sun sets. Beru will be going with him, most likely. It is then…that I make my move…A knock came to his door, again.

"Yes?" he asked, calmly.

"Time for dinner," Owen said. Then turning away from the door, returned to the kitchen from which he came.

Luke nodded to himself, passed by the mirror once more adjusting his golden bangs, and headed out. Here goes nothing…

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Once he got there, everyone was seated but Beru who was making her way with a tray of juice in hand. They all sat there quietly. No one spoke.

"So, I'm going into town tonight for some odds and ends," Owen said, once his dinner was near finished.

Luke smirked slightly.

"I'm going with you," Beru said, looking hard at Owen.

He looked up, seemed a bit worried at leaving Luke and Ben alone together, but then nodded. "We'll be back by nightfall, Luke," he said, gesturing in his direction.

Luke nodded. "Alright," he said.

"What will you be doing?" Owen questioned.

"I'll probably go visit Malina," he said.

Owen and Beru looked up in surprise. Malina was a girl from school that particularly Luke couldn't stand. No one really knew why. He didn't speak of her much.

"I know what you're thinking," he began. "But I best get things settled with her now. I can't stay angry forever."

"You know, Luke, I've always wondered why—" Beru began, but she was silenced by her husband. She gave him an odd look, but then understood when he smiled.

"That sounds fine, Luke. Just be home by nightfall as well," he said.

Luke nodded. Then, he glanced over at Ben. "You'll be alright by yourself, right?" he asked.

Ben nodded. "I've spent the last seventeen years in the desert, Luke. I'm sure one night alone in this house won't kill me." He winked at him, and then continued his dinner.

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Once Beru and Owen were gone, Luke took his plan into action. He had made his bag ready to go to Malina's home just so Owen and Beru would know he was serious. Ben had shook his head many times at it and Luke laughed inside as well. He went towards the door and picked up his bag as to head outside.

"You're not going to her house are you?" Ben asked, moments before Luke headed out the door.

Luke turned around slowly. "What makes you say that?" he questioned.

"You've been eyeing me all day, and my guess is you've been planning to meet with me too," he said.

Luke was now turned around completely. "I don't like Malina," Luke said, walking up to Ben.

Ben gave a settling look to Luke and yet a confused one.

"Do you know why I don't like her?" he asked, setting down his bag on the ground.

"No, tell me," Ben said.

"She curses me because of whom I live with. I have no father. I have no mother, and I'm fine with that. There is no shame in living with my aunt and uncle. They care for me. They have always cared for me. But do you know what I don't like the most about her?" Luke questioned.

Ben shrugged.

"She says that my father must've been a truly awful man, if I have been left motherless and forced into the hands of the closest relatives I know. So, I asked Uncle Owen 'who is my father?' He will not reply. He will not speak of him, and when I ask Beru—she comes to tears. If they cannot tell me about my father, then who can?"

Ben was silent.

"It's you, Ben. Tell me about my father."

He looked up in astonishment at the boy. "How are you so sure that I know about your father, my boy?" he asked.

A silly grin spread across Luke's face. "You upset Uncle Owen," he said, heading into the dining hall. "And Uncle Owen doesn't get upset easily."

Ben smiled and followed him. I think this shall be very enjoyable, Young Skywalker…

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A/N: Thoughts? Okay, I know it's been forever and you all hate me, but tell me what you think…and hopefully you liked it. If you review, I shall write more and quicker…hopefully. Lol. THANKS FOR READING!