an: get ready for some 0-100 in terms of Sienna and Owen's relationship!
TWO MONTHS LATER
Stubborn and all its' synonyms would be the perfect way to describe Sienna. No one could ever understand what entitlement Sienna thought she had for her to be so difficult.
Which is why Sienna was sitting alone at the local bar, clutching a stab wound she had got only 10 minutes ago with a drink in her other hand; all because she didn't trust government facilities.
"Sienna, por favor, you need to get that checked out" Alejandro, the bartender said in a thick accent.
"Baby. Just keep the drinks coming in, don't worry about me" Sienna advised. Dropping her glass onto the island, she played around with it, bored and in pain. Abruptly, the door swung open and it was none other than Owen Shaw. Sienna rolled her eyes, anticipating the lecture she was going to receive in a moment when he saw the wound. She quickly signalled to Alejandro for a refill, so she could at least numb the lecture away. He quickly took a seat next to her and asked Alejandro for a Bourbon. Taking a quick glance at Sienna, he saw the blood and took no mind of it at first and then he did a double take and his face had a horrified expression.
Sienna and Owen had a complicated relationship. If that was what you would call it. After the confrontation with Braga, Sienna was forced to apologise to Owen. Camerón's abuelia had warned that if she didn't, she wasn't allowed to have abuelita's famous chilli. So she did end up apologising - she was prepared to lose her ego for the sake of great food. They got along really well, Owen would join Gisele, Camerón and Sienna with whatever stupidity they were planning on doing that day. Camerón and Owen had begun to have a cute bromance, never seeming to appear apart. Sienna had felt herself almost liking Owen. There were moments where the two of them were almost happy. It was weird, Sienna hadn't realised just how much the newcomer had meant to her in such a quick time. They knew they both liked each other, there was no doubt in both of their heads that there was an attraction towards each other.
"Sienna. What are you doing?" Owen asked, knowing exactly what she was doing. Sometimes, he could never comprehend what exactly he saw in her. Maybe he liked the fact that she was weird in her own special way. She's dauntless, not afraid of a fight, and she didn't need anyone to take care of her. In this moment however, he was completely dazzled that his heart actually took a liking to this generously fucked up girl.
"Can't you see?" Sienna said turning around so her wound was fully viewable. "I'm holding my wound so I don't get blood everywhere" In exasperation, she spun back around to her drink, muttering "Jesus".
"Honey" He began, edging his seat closer to hers. "Go to a hospital"
"I'm not going to a hospital, Owen"
"Why not?"
Just like that, Sienna took a swig of her drink and replied, "Because, fuck the establishment. That's why"
Owen then placed his arm around her body, trying his hardest to maybe get her to listen to him through affection. "Baby, I completely agree with you. Fuck the establishment, but you're going to die"
She then turned back to him and with the most philosophical tone she could muster, she said, "If that's the way I have to go"
Owen couldn't believe his ears. Was the girl genuinely ready to die, just so she doesn't have to go a hospital? What had she been doing all this time when she got hurt? Pray to the car Gods that her wound would miraculously heal? "I can stitch you up" He said, getting up out of his seat. He ushered Sienna out of her seat who had reluctantly agreed, groaning her way to his car from the immense pain.
"I don't understand you at all? You could've called saying that you were bleeding and in pain" Owen said slamming his front door to his house shut. Hearing his lecture throughout the car journey was enough to make anybody want to curl into a ball and die. Not wanting to respond, she took refuge on his coach, giving her a perfect location to curl into a ball and die.
Focusing on her breathing and trying to channel her pain, all Sienna could hear in the background was clattering and Owen talking to himself about how irresponsible and immature she was. She smiled slightly, a small part of her somewhat happy that there was someone that was worrying about her health. Sienna was so grateful that Owen was around in her life; he was perfect. He finally understood that she didn't need a babysitter, she was a lone ranger and he didn't care. He respected her whacky, sometimes stupid decisions (maybe not this particular one), and she relished on the fact that he never assumed that she liked him. He never made a move on her because of assumptions or his own personal ego. He was great.
Finding the first-aid kit and a bottle of alcohol with the highest percentage, Owen grabbed a chair and sat closely opposite Sienna.
"I have no disinfectant, so alcohol will have to do. If you had gone to a hospital like a normal person, you'd have the proper treatment. But, you're here with me – so don't complain about the pain" Owen had informed, sorting out the things needed to stitch her wound up. With one arm, he pulled her body upright and then placed her horizontally on the coach. He then delicately moved her hand that was covering the wound away and put his arm just above her head. "Sorry" He quickly said, as he poured the alcohol over her wound. In a flash, Sienna's body jolted up and her hand rose up and grabbed his arm, moaning in pain and using his arm as an outlet for the agony that she was experiencing. He gently caressed her head, calming her nerves down. "Nothing like a bit of tissue damage to kick your night off" Owen muttered, knowing that the alcohol wasn't exactly the greatest method to kill the bacteria. He felt stupendously sorry for Sienna, as she looked like she was engulfed in pain. His heart yearned to stop her torment, but he also knew that the best way to do this was get her stitched up. "You alright?" He asked after the pain looked like it had subsidised. She nodded in confirmation, as her body moved around in an attempt to shake the pain away. "I'm going to stitch you up now, okay sweetheart?" Owen explained, making sure she understood everything he was doing, she nodded again and he got to work.
2 HOURS LATER
"So you're trying to tell me that you would have genuinely died if I didn't want to get drunk tonight?" Sienna and Owen were sitting on his coach, with a bottle in their hands. They both were mentally shattered, Sienna from the pain she was going through and Owen from the pain he went through trying to figure out why he liked this girl so much. Owen was more than confused when it came to Sienna, he just didn't get it and he was at a point of knowing Sienna that he wasn't sure whether he did want to get it.
"No I wouldn't have died" Sienna informed and then took a small swig of the whiskey in her hand.
"Yes you could've" Owen argued in the most polite way, also taking a swig of his whiskey.
"No. Whenever I get wounds like this, Alejandro the bartender always waits till I'm practically dead and then he calls Camerón who knows someone" Sienna argued back.
"Why didn't you just call Camerón and ask him to call that someone?"
"How long have you known me for? I will never ask for help for something like this. I rebuke in-"
"-the name of your street cred. Yes, we all know"
"So why do you ask?" Just like that, the two looked at each other for a second and then burst out laughing; that was until laughing made Sienna hurt. Groaning in her agony, she laid her head down on his shoulders, getting comfy. Even though everything had seemed all over the place, this was what content had felt like. Just being in Owen's presence made Sienna feel happiness that she had never experienced before. Life, for the first time, felt worth living. Months ago, Sienna would've betted every car she owned, that she would never even consider the white picket fence lifestyle; yet in the moment, she would've traded everything for it with Owen. Is that what feelings are? Sienna immediately cringed at that thought, Sienna, honey, you're losing your touch.
Owen put his arm around her head and laid his head on top of hers. He hated living in Mexico yet it was the best decision he had ever made. Getting to know Sienna was his favourite pastime, just watching her do her thing and still having friends who had loved her completely baffled him. But, he could see why. Externally, the woman was no doubt a bitch; ready to fight anyone who dared to cross her path. She didn't care about your position, your power- if you were an asshole, you'd best believe that she would be a huge headache for you. Yet, inside – although it was very hard to see – she was this sensitive girl who is incredibly protective of herself, scared to love or be kind. Who am I kidding? She's a bitch and everyone loves it. Maybe that was why he admired her so much, she doesn't have a sob story or a side that nobody had seen. She was open, carefree, had little thought for what people had thought of her. She was the complete opposite from him. He went through life with a façade, always ensuring that nobody saw a side to his personality that they didn't need to see. That was how survived in the life that he led, precision – no weaknesses. Sienna wasn't like that, her weaknesses were her strength, her erratic often fickle choices, were what had got her through life. When he had thought of a future with Sienna, he knew that she was never going to be a weakness for him.
So they woke up the next morning in each other's arm, dreaming about life with the other. Wondering how they could stand each other in the long run. Pondering on which one would kill the other first.
Sienna was the first to open her eyes. Lifting her head from a surprisingly comfy pillow which was Owen's shoulder – she looked around at her surroundings. They both were sharing a blanket and his body had engulfed hers, she was cocooned in his arms and it felt immensely comfortable. Adjusting her position, she moved back to where she was, hugging his body as she fell back into sleep. Unfortunately, her moving around had awakened Owen. He groaned and stretched as he also accustomed himself to his surroundings. Sienna was wrapped around him and they both had a blanket on each other – he vaguely remembered putting it on them late at night. I could grow used to this, he had thought. The feeling of Sienna so close to him and quiet was something that he had enjoyed. It's very rare to see Sienna not running her mouth and it gave him content that she was just resting there, not giving him attitude or shade. Laying back on the coach, he realised that this was the part of Sienna that he loved the most – the part where she doesn't make his ears bleed with her bizarre comments.
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