Winter Freeze
Chapter 2
"What will the kid call you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Kirsten's baby," Owen explained. "Will it call you Aunt Annabel? Or just Annabel?"
"I dunno."
"I mean, you're so young, I figure it'll just call you Annabel. Like how I just call Cam by her name."
"Don't talk about your aunt right now. Please."
Smiling, Owen stroked his girlfriend's hair as she rested her head in his lap. They were currently over at her house, watching TV and enjoying them being home alone. Mrs. Greene had gone out shopping with Whitney and Kirsten, Brian tagging along while Andrew went to work. Not soon after the house emptied out, Owen made his way over, ready to spend Sunday with his girlfriend after a successful radio show that morning. Of course, he assumed all his shows successful, so that wasn't shocking.
"How bad was the fight Friday night? After I left?"
"Bad," Annabel told him as she stared at the television. "Then Mom and Dad got into it too. All over Brian. I mean, Kirsten's not a kid. She's an adult. If she wants to marry him, that's her deal."
"But she wants your dad to pay for the wedding," Owen pointed out.
"That's just what dads do, Owen."
"That's dumb."
"Father of the bride means you pay."
"I'm not paying for my daughter's wedding. Screw that. If she wants to get married, then she had better have the cash. If not, there's always a courthouse wedding."
"Owen."
"Maybe, if I have the cash, I'll help her some. Not give her some glamorous wedding, but a simple one. 'cause I'll love her or whatever."
"So no alluring gown?"
"No."
"And no stunning doves to set free when the vows end?"
"Can people really do that?"
"Yes."
"Well, no," he told me. "There wouldn't be any doves."
"No little fingerfood sandwiches?"
"She can have pizza rolls. If I still like those, I mean. Or those mini hotdogs."
"Beanie weenies?"
"No. The little ones that you cook in barbeque sauce. And then real fancy people stab them. With toothpicks. Multicolored ones if she wants. Blue, red, green. Those cool toothpicks. You know."
"So we're going to be fancy then?"
"We? I said my daughter."
"Bear."
"I'm kidding." He leaned down to kiss the top of my head. "I'm only having sons."
"You can't control that."
"I pray for only sons."
"Owen-"
"I've seen what you've done to you and your sisters did to your parents. No thanks."
"You're so full of it." She sighed as she shifted in his lap. "So are you going to Kirsten's wedding with me?"
"Of course."
"It'll be in New York," she warned. "Will your mom let you go?"
"The more important question is how I'll get down there."
"A plane, genius."
"I don't have money like that, genius."
"Dad will pay for your ticket."
"What? N-"
"Sure. And your hotel room. I already asked. He said fine. Then he said that if we weren't together then, he'd pay for my next, better boyfriend."
They both stared at each other for a moment before Annabel started giggling, laying her head back down in his lap.
"I told him that I'm never getting another boyfriend, so he could get over it."
"You don't really think that I want my girlfriend's father paying for me to go to New York do you?"
"Yes. Why wouldn't you?"
"Annabel-"
"Then do you not want to go?"
"No, I do."
"Then what's the problem?"
"Just…"
"What if you pay him back, Bear? Eventually. Would that be better?"
"Bella-"
"Huh?" She pushed up then, moving to kiss him on the lips. "Bear?"
"I want to go, Annabel. I just don't like the thought of owing that guy."
"That guy's my father," she reminded him before giving him another kiss.
"And I'm your boyfriend."
"I know that. So learn to get along, huh?"
"I'll try," he told her, reaching up to cup the back of her neck. Giggling, Annabel shifted on the couch, moving to lay down. Owen allowed himself to smile as he moved to get over her, overly excited just from the thought. Five days now. It had been five days…
"We can't here, Bear," she whispered after their making out turned into Owen trying to unzip her jeans. "We have to go upstairs."
"I know," he mumbled, kissing her neck gently. "I love you."
"Come on. Let's go upstairs."
"Of course."
"First though," Annabel began as they both got off the couch, "it has been freaking forever since I had a beer."
"You know we can't have any of your parents alcohol, Bell," he said, following her into the kitchen. "You've said it before. Your dad rarely drinks. He always knows how many should be in the fridge."
"That was before Brian and Kirsten started staying with us. Now that they're here, he'll just think one of them drank it."
"And what happens if he confronts them? I mean, one of them is pregnant," Owen pointed out as she went over to the fridge.
"Two beers when there's another male in the house is nothing." Annabel snagged two Budweisers from the fridge before turning to look at him. "It'd be easier if he just bought can. It'd be harder for him to keep track with them."
"How so?"
"It just would, okay?" Handing off one of the bottles, she immediately headed upstairs. "Come on."
"I like Coors," he told her as he followed.
"Yeah, you're gonna have to never mention that in this house. Ever. 'kay?"
"Why?" he asked, bemused.
"Shiner and Bud are the only acceptable beers. Or so Dad says. He and Brian argued that once when Brian asked him if he had any Samuel Adams."
"Bleh. Rolly's dad drinks that. I've had a few."
Annabel just continued into her bedroom. "Hurry, Bear."
The second they made it to her bedroom, Owen went to work messing with her stereo while Annabel settled on her bed, watching him. While he was choosing the music, she sat there, sipping her beer while thinking.
"How long will your dad be in?" she asked.
"Till the Friday after Thanksgiving."
"So you're not eating with my family anymore?"
He hesitated before saying, "I figured we could do both. Show up here for awhile, be with my family for awhile."
"Will your sister be well enough to do anything?"
"I dunno. I think she might stay in the hospital. Not sure." He shook his head as he finally chose a CD. "I don't want to think about that right now."
"Then come over here." She sat her beer on her bedside table. "Bear."
He opened his own beer before taking a long swig. Then, setting it next to hers, he immediately got into bed, smiling as she kicked down the covers.
"Do you have anything on you?"
"Yeah. I figured today we'd…but yeah." He kissed her as she shifted on her bed, lying on her back now. "In my wallet."
"Mmmm."
"I love you, Bella. So much." He could taste the alcohol on her lips, on her tongue, in her mouth. He wanted more of it. So much more. "You're mine."
"I am," she agreed as he rubbed his hips against her, loving the friction. "God, I love this song."
He smiled against her flesh, glancing over at the stereo before putting his face back into her neck. "You're so silly."
"I want to get drunk." She shifted away from him, reaching out to pick up one of their beers; neither could remember where they sat theirs. "Really badly. We haven't gotten drunk in awhile."
"Mmmhmm." He just moved to undo his jeans and kick them off. Then he quickly pulled what he needed from them before tossing them to the side. "Today's not a good day for that though, Annabel. Your parents will be home soon."
"Not too soon."
"Not too soon for this," he told her as she took a long drink from the bottle. "But too soon for that. You know it."
"I know."
"Sometime this week though, Bell, I'll…" Sighing, he kissed her neck again. "We'll go to a party or something. Get wasted. 'kay?"
She just kissed him again after setting her drink aside. When she pulled back, she smiled at him. "I love you, Bear."
"Do you think this time will be better? For you?" He was searching her eyes, a frown on his face. "Will you bleed?"
"I don't think so, no."
Nodding, he moved to get her jeans off as well. When he pulled them down though, he just found the marks he had left on her hips from before and frowned. Owen leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to each bruise before looking back up at his girlfriend.
"I'm sorry, Bell."
"It was an accident."
"I won't do it again. Swear."
"Owen," she sighed, moving to run her fingers through his hair. He needed to get it cut again; it was starting to get long once more. "It's okay. We're okay."
"I don't like to hurt you."
"And you won't," she said, moving then to pull her shirt over her head figuring this would be the best way to get him going again. His eyes immediately fell on her breasts of course, but then they landed on the two rings hanging in between them, suspended on a chain.
"I really wish you'd wear them again," he mumbled then, moving to finish pulling her jeans off.
"Huh?"
"The rings." He slipped his own shirt off before moving to grasp the two rings, just holding them in his palm for a moment. "You hardly ever even wear your class ring or any other ring. How come you can't just wear one of these sometimes?"
"I will," she told him then, staring into his eyes. "If you want."
"I do," he told her before pausing. "I mean, if you want to."
Giggling, she pulled him back into a kiss, smiling into it as he fit himself between her legs. Some things would still take getting used to. Others she felt were as natural as could be.
Owen liked waking up in Annabel's bed more than he liked his own. He knew that she too favored sleeping in his bedroom. It was for completely different reasons of course. Annabel liked his room because she felt safer there, snuggled up in his bed with him lying there next to her. Like no one could hurt her. And they couldn't.
His reasons were all his own, however. At home, Owen's bed had a sheet of course, but not the way Annabel's did. She had a literal set of sheets on her bed, with a comforter and everything. Owen just had that stretch one over the mattress and then random blankets. He always liked to think he was better off, as he didn't have to make his bed every morning as she did, but still, it was nice to sleep in hers. The sheets were always cool, but warm in a kind of way. Not to mention the whole room smelled of…girl. Annabel. Her different scents. Like her dresser smelled of the perfumes that she kept up there, her sheets smelled like the fabric softener she used in her laundry, her pillows of her conditioner and shampoo. The whole room just smelled like her in general. Owen liked her in general.
The best part though, by far, was how relaxed Annabel was when they woke up. She always seemed more at ease in her own home. This wasn't shocking, of course, as most people were more comfortable in their own element. Still, Owen liked how much more playful she was.
"We have to get up soon, Bear," she whispered to him as he opened his eyes. "They'll be home soon. All of them."
"Bella." He shut his eyes again. "You smell like beer."
"I had the rest of yours and mine."
"Mmmm."
"I'll go brush my teeth soon. Eat a mint."
"Shower."
"You're cute." She poked his chest. "Snoogie."
Owen just laid there when she got out of the bed, watching as she slowly got dressed before leaving the room. After she was gone, he yawned and stretched, shaking his head slightly.
She hadn't bled again, She hadn't finished either. Still, she had told him that it was better that time, that he was better that time, and he had no choice but to believe her. He liked it anyways, for what it was worth. And he knew, too, that she was just getting adjusted to him. Pretty soon, she'd like it just as much as him.
"Come on. I was serious. Get up."
Owen groaned as Annabel reentered the room, rolling on his side to watch her. She had brushed her hair and her teeth. Not to mention she did smell better, less like alcohol. Also, she had both his rings back on her fingers, in their proper place.
"I am, I am," he mumbled as he pushed out of the bed in all his glory. Annabel just went to makeup her bed once more, hardly watching as he got dressed once more.
"Today, you're going to actually eat with us, huh? For dinner?"
"Dinner," Owen mumbled hungrily. "Can we eat now? Something?"
"Sure," she said, going to turn off her stereo before moving to get the beer bottles, no doubt to throw them away. "You can make us both sandwiches. 'cause you're my bitch."
"Right. Because if I said that, I wouldn't have gotten in trouble at all."
When they got to the kitchen, Annabel sat on the counter, watching while her boyfriend made their food. He did it without another complaint, as he typically was the one to make their food.
"Do you know what's for dinner tonight anyways?" Owen asked. "Or when it is? Because I have to pick up Dad from the airport."
"Ugh. I forgot about that."
"Don't ugh my father."
"You know what I meant." She sighed impatiently. "I'm hungry, Bear. Hurry up. And I want chips too. And get me a coke."
"I don't like being bossed around."
"I'm just telling you what I'd like. You don't have to give those things to me."
"But I do," he told her, shaking his head. "Because I love you. That's what you do when you love someone. Give them everything you can. And I can give you all those things. So I will."
"My hero."
"Don't mock. You know you love it."
"I know I love you."
"I love you more."
"Probably."
"Bella-"
"Honesty is always the best policy, huh? Mr. Honesty?"
He just smiled. "You're funny, you know that?"
"Let's eat in the living room," she told him, jumping off the counter. "Okay?"
"Fine by me."
That's where they were when Annabel's sisters and mother showed back up, eating their sandwiches. Brian was with them and he immediately sat down on the couch next to the two teens, putting Annabel between him and her boyfriend.
"Take it from me, Owen, you never want to go on a shopping trip with three women. Ever," the man said as his future wife left the room with her mother. Whitney just took a seat in the chair, sighing.
"So what did the two of you do today? All alone?" She was staring right at Annabel, but her younger sister wouldn't give her the satisfaction of blushing.
"Nothing, really," Annabel said, as if disinterested. "Just hung out. How was shopping?"
"It was shopping," she told her. "How was hanging out?"
"Boring," Annabel said before popping the tab on her soda. "Very boring."
"Same."
"Hmmm."
Owen just turned the television up slightly, annoyed that they were speaking so much when he was watching TV. Annabel moved to lean against his arm, sighing slightly.
"What time do you think Dad'll be home?" Annabel asked her sister. "Or better yet, when's dinner?"
"I dunno. Mom said she was making it, whatever it is."
"Great," she muttered. "Bet it'll be delicious."
Owen elbowed his girlfriend gently, but she just laughed slightly. He really wanted them all to leave so they could go back to making out or flirting. Something. But just being with her was nice too. It really was.
"So where's this girlfriend of yours?"
"With her family," Owen said as he and his father drove down the road in the Land Cruiser, just coming from the airport.
"Oh. I hope I get to see her on this trip."
"I'm sure you will."
"Perhaps tonight…? I haven't eat dinner yet and-"
"We ate already. Annabel and I. With her family. Before I came to get you."
"That's probably for the best," his dad said then. "I should probably go straight to your sister."
"She wants to see you," Owen agreed.
"And you don't?"
Owen shrugged. "She goes in early tomorrow morning. Be in the hospital for a few days. I think she'd just want to rest."
"I was asking about you, Owen."
"I don't care what we do."
"You don't care much about anything, do you?"
"I care about music, Mallory, and Annabel."
"Of course." His father shifted in his chair, shaking his head. "Owen, your mother told me that you have yet to take your ACT or SAT."
"I haven't."
"Well, time is running short, son, so-"
"I haven't, Dad, because I don't need to."
"To get into college it's necessary. And after seeing your GPA and rank, you will need very high scores on one of them."
"I'm not going to-"
"Don't you say it. Because-"
"I'm not. I'm staying here. Working."
"Owen-"
"What do you care anyways?" He wanted to blast his stereo then, but knew he would only get in trouble for it. True, he was an adult now, but he was still his father's son. That trumped your age every time.
"Try that you're my son? Damn it, Owen, what is it that makes you think that I don't want you to go to college? That I don't want you to be something?"
"What would college give me? Huh? A degree? Just like everyone else? Debt? More debt that any of us could ever hope to pay off? 'cause I ain't getting no scholarships, Dad. And Mallory's not getting any better. I can't leave-"
"There's a community college near here, I'm sure."
"And so what if there is? Huh? So what? It don't mean anything. I don't want to go to college. Why isn't it my decision?"
"You're right, Owen. It's your decision to be a bum that lives with his mother for the rest of his life. Who do you thinks going to take care of you? Her, right?"
"I don't need her to take care of me. I work-"
"You deliver pizzas, boy. You don't work."
"Oh suddenly that's not working?"
"That's not a real job. What are you going to do, Owen? Live out of a shack?"
"Annabel-"
"Annabel what?" His father shook his head at him. "Annabel's going to leave you the second she gets to college, boy, if not sooner."
"Shut up."
"If not just cheat on you until-"
"I said to shut up!"
"Don't you yell at me, Owen."
"And don't you talk bad about my girlfriend."
"Your girlfriend. Right, Owen. For how long exactly do you think Annabel will stay with a guy like you?"
He flushed as he came to a red light. "A guy like me."
"A guy that's going nowhere. That has no fut-"
"No. Admit it."
"Admit what?"
"You really meant that a guy that looked like me couldn't get a girlfriend like Annabel."
"I-"
"Just admit it."
"Owen…" His father shook his head, sighing. "Your mother told me, you know."
"Told you what?"
"About your little plan to marry Annabel."
"Dad-"
"What did you think, Owen? That I would just welcome the two of you with open arms when you got to Arizona? And how were you even getting there?"
"It doesn't matter," he told him as the light turned green and he began to drive again. "She said no."
"And thank God she did. What would you have done if she had said yes?"
"Obviously marry her."
"Obviously," his father said dryly. "You know, Owen, I'm starting to see it."
"See what?"
"What your mother is always talking about. You're not right in the head. No way you can be."
"Why can't you just leave me alone? Huh? And what kind of father-"
"I'm not trying to be mean to you, son. I just don't want you to think that this is okay. This impulsive-"
"One girl. I've only ever been with one girl. I hardly ever drink. I've never done drugs. I haven't gotten in a fight in nearly a year now. I'm not a perfect guy, alright, fine. But I am a lot better than what you could have ended up with. A lot better."
"I know that, I just-"
"I love Annabel. And what you or Mom or Cam or anyone else think about that is irrelevant. I'm not going to college, I'm not going to breakup with Annabel, and I'm not going to listen to anyone talk bad about our relationship. So you can just get over it."
"You are lucky that you're driving a car right now, Owen Gavin," his father said.
Snorting at the sound of his middle name, the teen glanced at him before saying, "Yeah, so are you."
It went without saying that the two of them were still fighting when they pulled up to the house. Each slammed their car door, the sounds echoing in the night. The pair just both stomped up to the house, still yelling even as the younger opened the door and walked in.
"-think that you're going to talk to your father in such a-"
"I think I'm me is who I think-"
"What are you two doing?" Teresa Armstrong was seated on the couch of the living room, her sister and daughter there as well. Mallory, who had been sleeping, sat up slightly on the couch, staring at her brother and father. "Do you know what time-"
"He started yelling at me like he could tell me-"
"Like I could tell you? Boy, I ought to bend you over and whoop you right-"
"Stop it," Camille said as she stood up from the chair she had been sitting in. "Look what you did. You woke Mallory. You two knuckleheads do realize-"
"Don't you speak to me, Camille," the elder said, wagging a finger at her now. "I'm about done with children thinking-"
"Children?" She snorted as Teresa stood to intervene. "Who do you-"
"All of you stop," the woman said, sighing loudly as Mallory moved to get up too. She was staring wide-eyed at her father. "Now-"
"I have to get out of here." Owen turned then, heading back for the door. "I'll be there, Mallory, in the morning, but right now-"
"Where do you think you're going?" His father frowned. "You can't-"
"I'm going to see Annabel," he said, moving to open the door.
"No, you are not," his mother said, but he just snorted, heading right out of it.
"Watch me."
"Gavin," Annabel said slowly. "Owen Gavin."
"All that I just told you and that's all you took away from it?"
Smiling, she grasped one of his hands in her own before outstretching them both. "I never knew that. Gavin. I love that. How did I not know your middle name?"
"I hate it, that's why."
"I don't. Gavin. Gavin Bear."
"What is up with you and bears anyways?"
The two of them were out in Annabel's backyard, sharing one of the pool chairs. It was chilly out of course, but the two of them were snuggled up on the chair, Owen's unzipped jacket protecting them both. He was on his back while she snuggled up on his chest, neither particularly caring if her parents could see them out there or not. Annabel only cared about making her boyfriend feel better and he only cared about being with her.
"Mmmm." Annabel held their arms out for a moment before letting his hand go and snuggling back against him. "You did kind of act spoiled, Owen."
"What?"
"From what you told me, you kind of sounded-"
"You can't be serious."
"Spoiled might not be the right word, no, but you didn't handle that well."
"He was saying-"
"I know. You can't keep having these outbursts though, Snoogie."
He huffed, staring out into the dark night. "I thought you would take my side."
"I'm always on your side," she told him. "I just don't always agree with your actions."
They both just laid there then, Annabel taking to stroking his chest as he watched the stars. He knew that she would have to go inside soon and he'd have to go home; he just didn't want to yet. He didn't want to let Annabel go and he didn't want to have to go home. He just wanted to lay there for the rest of his life if he could. He knew he couldn't though.
"Do you think Kirsten will be a good mother?"
Owen looked down at his girlfriend then, frowning. "What?"
"You heard me."
"I dunno," he said, shifting slightly. "I don't know her well."
"You don't like what you do know of her though, do you?"
"No," Owen admitted without hesitation. "I don't. She's only ever been rude to me. Will that make her a bad mother though? No. Your mom's a pretty good one and your dad's alright, so I think she'll be okay. Not spectacular or anything. Okay though. Maybe."
"Do you think I'd be a good mother?"
He smiled then. "Most definitely."
"And what makes you think that?"
"Because you have a good heart, good soul, great body-"
"What does that last one have to do with anything?"
"Your body'll bounce right back."
"Shut up. That has nothing to do with being a good mother."
"Has everything to do with being a good wife though."
"Shut up. Seriously."
"I'm kidding. You're a good person. That's what makes me think you'll be a good mother."
"They're two different things though."
"Let me put it this way," he began then. "You put up with me and all the fits I throw. A baby crying can't get much worse than that, can it?"
They stayed out there in the cold for as long as they dared before heading back inside, grabbing cokes before heading into the living room, knowing her room was out of bounds at that time of night. Her father was there in the living room, alone, watching a documentary. The two teens just took a seat on the couch while he sat in the chair, hardly even glancing at them. Until a commercial anyways.
"Don't you think it's about time that you got home, Owen?" Andrew asked, still barely looking at the teens. "It's getting rather late. I thought your father was getting in?"
"He is. He was. We just…fought, so I figured it'd be best to get out of the house."
"Is he staying at your house?"
"No. A hotel. But-"
"You have to leave sometime. Face your fate. Why prolong it?"
"Dad," Annabel complained, frowning at him. "It's the weekend. Not to mention Thanksgiving break. Owen-"
"Has a sister having surgery in the morning, yes? I know where I'd be."
"Andrew."
They all three looked up when Grace Greene appeared in the doorway of the living room, glaring at her husband. "Can I see you for a moment? Now?"
Grumbling under his breath, the man stood and followed his wife up the stairs. Owen wasn't sure if the woman was upset by his treatment of his future son-in-law from earlier in the night or the fact he'd just insulted Owen's feelings towards his sister, but either way, he was glad.
"Your dad's a prick," Owen whispered in his girlfriend's ear before kissing it. "You know that?"
"Mmmm." She shifted away from him slightly. "He's right though. About going home."
"I know," he sighed. "I just-"
"I have the radio show to do in the morning, Owen. You haven't forgotten?"
"No, of course not. It's just…Mallory…"
"I know. Be with your family, Bear." She kissed his cheek. "Rolly's coming to help me."
He blinked. "Rolly."
"He offered and I said yes. Also, he wants to talk about Clarke or something." She shook her head, her blonde hair falling down from the loose ponytail she had it tied up in. "Oops."
"Leave it down." Owen smiled a her slightly. "At least until I go home."
Giggling, she leaned into his arm. "You're cute."
"I'm ferocious."
"Right. Sure."
"I am. You should see me backed into a corner."
"I have. You're harmless."
"Only 'cause I love you so much."
"Only 'cause."
Still, the time wore on and Owen didn't leave. Annabel's father eventually returned, just sitting there in his chair, watching documentaries while keeping an eye on his daughter and her boyfriend. The two teens just sat there though, his daughter even falling asleep eventually. At midnight, Andrew had had enough.
"Alright, kids," he announced then. "Time to go home, Owen. Time to go upstairs, Annabel."
She just groaned as she was awoken. "Dad-"
"Now. I mean it."
Owen stood slowly before going to take their empty cans of soda to the trash. Annabel followed him, still clearly tired.
"I wish you could stay."
"I know." Owen kissed her when she was close enough, though it was just a peck. "I have to go though."
"I'll walk you to your-"
"It's cold, Bella." He smiled at her. "Besides, I think I can find the way on my own."
"Alright," she gave in, clearly reluctant. "I'll miss you at the show tomorrow."
"I'll be with you on Tuesday."
"I know."
"And although I don't trust Rolly to be any help at all, I'm sure that you'll do fine without me." He smirked. "After all, you were trained by the best."
"Yeah," she sighed, moving to kiss him this time. "I guess I was."
He tried to sneak in quietly. In fact, he did sneak in quietly. It just didn't matter.
"If I didn't already have hell to face tomorrow, I would whip you so badly that you wish it was your father who did it."
Owen just stared at his mother for a long moment before saying, "If it's any consolation, Annabel likes my middle name."
For a moment, Owen and his mother just stared at each other in the dimly lit living room, the only light coming from the lamp off in the corner. She broke first though as she closed her eyes tightly and took in a deep, noisy breath.
"You can only push someone so far, Owen."
"…Can I go to bed? 'cause we do gotta get up early in the-"
Her eyes flung open. "Don't you ever do that again. Come in here yelling and screaming like that. Walk out on your father and I like that. If it wasn't for your sister being so ill, I'd have-"
"I get it, I'm in trouble. Alright. God. Why are you-"
"Stop talking back to me. Now."
"Mom-"
"Go to bed."
"But-"
"Go. It's what you wanted. You know, Owen, because I was only put on this world to serve you."
"That's not-"
"Go. Now. Get out of my face. You'll be lucky if I even wake you up in the morning much less allow you to go with us."
"Then-"
"Nope. Go. One more word and I will go ahead and get that belt."
Scowling, he headed away then, down the hall to his bedroom. When he opened the door though, he found that someone else was already sleeping in his bed.
"You have got to clean this place up. I mean honestly, has that little girlfriend of yours never lodged a complaint?"
He just blinked, staring at the woman for a second before shaking his head. "Get out, Cam."
Snuggling into his bed, she said, "No. I was here first."
"Now. Go sleep in Mom's room or something. She probably won't sleep tonight." He went over to his computer and logged on, planning on checking his email. "I, however, do plan on it. So if you could just, you know, leave and never come back, my life would be great."
"What is up with you and hating me recently? It's really gotten stale." She sat up then, shaking her blonde hair, smiling when he stared. "Remind you of something?"
"You're sick."
"You're sick for assuming what I meant."
"You're sick for-"
"Alright, knock it off." She pushed out of bed, sighing slightly. "I hardly want to see you get ready for bed anyways. Your room disgusts me enough."
"Ha ha."
He turned his attention to his computer then once she was gone. He didn't have any email, though he did shoot Rolly one, informing him that he was not happy with him helping Annabel out the next morning and that if he screwed anything up, he'd harm him. Once that was complete, he stripped down, set his alarm, and got into bed. After sending Annabel their standard goodnight text, he immediately settled out for sleep. It had been a long day.
"Good day," he mumbled. Really good day. Good show, another notch on his belt as far as the whole sex thing went, and just hanging around his girlfriend was great. That evening though… "Bad night."
But they can't all be good. Can they?
Did I ever give Owen's father a name? I cannot for the life of remember if I did or not, so I'm leaning towards not. Does anyone remember? And by that I mean the only two people that ever review? Really think I didn't, but maybe I'm wrong.