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Emwen&Wes ~ You Little Shit
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Post by Westley Gates on Aug 27, 2013 20:54:54 GMT -8
Owen had invited Emma to the park for a little afternoon stroll. Mostly because he needed out of the house, but also because he wanted to see her. Maybe they could be cute and feed the ducks and get ice cream or something. People still did that right? Maybe they could go to a club later on when the sun went down and the town got hot. He wouldn't be opposed to playing his cards right and possibly getting some sexual tonight, who would? That wasn't his goal, but it would still be nice and welcomed.
He suddenly regretted wearing a black button down and jeans in the sun like this. Another stupid clothing choice he'd made while with Emma. Maybe that was because he made her a little nervous and threw him off his A-game? For some reason, he felt that she was out of his league and he felt like he needed to compensate for it. As they walked down the path, Owen rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and unbuttoned the front showing the light blue tank underneath that read "Let's Get It" across the chest. He felt a little better now that his body could get a breeze on it and he considered taking off the black dress shirt all together but it was a ways to the car and he didn't want to walk that or carry it so he left it on.
Owen took her hand and pulled her slightly closer to his side before he slipped his hand in the back pocket of her jeans. It wasn't an intentional ass grab, he just couldn't keep his hands to himself and hoped that she didn't mind it. "We should get ice cream," Owen offered, sounding all excited like a five year old. He turned his head towards her for just a moment before he felt a rough pressure against his shoulder that jerked his body backwards. "Oi! Watch where you're going, you fucking twat!" Owen hissed as he spun around to see who it was.
"Hey, man! I'm sorry, I didn't even.. oh my God.. you're... you're Owen McCartney!" Wes said, his trying to hide his inner fan. "Listen, I..." Wes looked at the pretty girl he was with and took a double take. "Emma?" He asked, taking a step closer. "Holy shit, no way!" He exclaimed, holding in the urge to hug her. Owen watched this stranger like a hawk, especially because he seemed to know Emma. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name? Y'know, seeing as you know us and I don't know who you are.." Owen said, feeling a little twinge of jealousy in his chest. "Oh, I'm Westley, Westley Gates. Er.. Wes for short." He said, holding out his hand. "Pleasure to meet you." Owen looked at his hand like it was covered in shit, and then flicked his eyes up to the boy's face before shaking his hand. "Yeah.. you too, mate." He said before he took his hand back. "So, you two know each other, ey?"
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Post by Emma Radke on Aug 27, 2013 21:58:52 GMT -8
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Emma was genuinely confused as to why Owen wanted to spend so much time with her outside of the bedroom. She wasn't stupid enough to believe that actually meant something though. Why would he possibly go for her when he could have literally any girl on campus? He was related to a celebrity for one thing and hot as hell for another. She couldn't possibly think of one good reason as to why he would want to be with her for more than just her vagina. She just wasn't that girl... She wasn't the reason that guys gave up their bad boy ways. She had learned a lot from watching Faith lose herself to Blake. People don't change, it's silly and childish to believe that anyone would give up lots of sex for one person.
Unless you were her aunt and uncle but they definitely were the expection and not the rule. How many teenage couples with children actually make it anyway? Other than the ones that she was related to, of course, she just assumed that was because Reynolds' don't believe in divorce and are too stubborn to accept when something isn't working. She was taken out of her thoughts when she felt Owen's hand slip into her back pocket. It was nice that he wanted to touch her and apparently couldn't keep his hands off of her even in public but it confirmed in her mind that he only wanted one thing from her. How could she have been stupid enough to almost fall for that?
She figured that the polite thing to do would be greet him somehow so she pulled herself away from Owen and embraced Westley in a tight hug. "How have you been, Wessie?" She hadn't called him 'Wessie' since they were thirteen years old. She kissed him once on each cheek before pulling back to take a look at him, "You look great! I mean.. the hair.. it's really working for you." She kind of wondered if he found her changes to be pleasant or disgusting. She'd gone from Beatles and Batman shirts with jeans to short shorts and tops that barely covered her.
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Post by Westley Gates on Aug 28, 2013 23:43:27 GMT -8
"What, surprised to see me?" Wes asked, still smiling. He welcomed her hug and put a little more than he probably should have into it, but how was he supposed to know that Owen saw her romantically? Granted, the way the older kid was staring daggers could have easily explained that. Wes stepped back, still holding her wrist with a soft, gentle touch. "I've been.. good actually, really swell, thanks. And you! Look at you! Em, you look great." He returned. He looked to Owen and say that his cheeks were turning a little red and he looked.. well.. pissy. Wes took a step back, "You okay, man?"
Who the hell did this kid think he was? First jolting the fuck out of his shoulder, then hitting on his girl. Well, not officially, but that was kind of what he had decided that today was about. He wanted to ask Emma how she'd feel about potentially dating him and now those plans were all screwed over. Owen crossed his arms and watched the two of them reconnect and couldn't help but feel like he needed to somehow intervene when Emma kissed the boys cheeks. And again when Wes didn't stop touching her. He didn't know who he was or what kind of connection that he had with Emma Radke, but as of right now and the vibes that he was giving her, he decided that he didn't like the guy. He wanted to call him and his perfect fucking blonde hair every name in the book and irrationally start a fight or something just to show him that he couldn't just interfere with his plans like that. That little twat was a rival. A rouge lion trying to invade this king's turf and he wasn't going to have it.
His vendetta stopped when he realized that Wes was directing a question to him. "Hm?" Owen asked, falling from his thoughts. "Oh, ya, I'm fine, mate.." He said, nodding to show that he was genuine. "You sure? I mean.. you look like you're lost." Wes said, trying to have a straight face. Owen stayed silent which made Wes continue, kind of awkwardly. "Hey, I don't know what ya'll are doing tonight but I'm throwing a party for my birthday if you guys wanna come? It's at Kallie Armstrong's house. It would mean a lot of you came.. you're invited too, Owen." Wes said, trying to make it sound like he was included.
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Post by Emma Radke on Aug 29, 2013 0:24:27 GMT -8
Emma hadn't noticed the way that Owen was looking at Westley but that was probably because she didn't want to. She wanted to remain unaware of the tension between the two as long as possible so she wouldn't have to come to terms with it. "I'm glad that you're doing so well! It's really nice to see you." Was it really that nice to see him? She'd been wanting an intimiate afternoon with just her and Owen and now it was an awkward little thing with the guy she currently liked and the guy that she used to like. It wasn't an ideal situation for anyone, that's for sure. She was honestly starting to feel like some kind of a cheap whore and she couldn't imagine one somewhat sane person on Earth who would envy this situation.
Exept maybe attention whores like Cici who would get off on the fact that two guys who she wanted were in the same area. The last thing that she was expecting was for Westley to invite them to his birthday party. How was she supposed to reject that invitation? She didn't want there to be problems between the two of them so she knew that she was just going to need to give up her hopes of having a nice quiet evening in with Owen and accept that she was going to spend it awkwardly talking to Wes while avoiding the subject of her growing feelings for Owen. "Um... That sounds nice.. Right, Owen?" She wouldn't even think of going if he couldn't go with her. She glanced up at him helplessly in hopes that he would somehow figure out that she was trying to apologize for this. She didn't know how to explain what was going on in her head so it was probably a good thing that she couldn't even attempt to since Wes was still there. "Um. Do you want to come with us to get some ice cream?"
Had she really just done that? She knew that it was a bad idea the second that the words left her mouth but it was unfortunately too late to take it back and pretend that she hadn't done it. What if Owen minded this? He had wanted to spend the day with her not her and her ex-crush slash childhood friend. She hadn't even stopped to consider his feelings about this whole thing because she was too busy being incredibly selfish. Maybe this was karma for her past mistakes.
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Post by Westley Gates on Aug 29, 2013 1:18:33 GMT -8
Owen didn't want to reject the idea of a house party because.. well, he liked to party. What twenty-two year old didn't unless they were some straight-necked stick in the mud? "I think it would be.. a good idea to go." Owen said hesitantly. He still wasn't sure if it was actually a good idea or not, but he wanted to see how these two who seemed to have a close past acted when he was somewhere else pretending like he wasn't watching. Owen couldn't even wrap his head around why he was so jealous or why he suddenly felt so testy. It was like this was what Wes was planning.. that little shit. He definitely had to go to this party now.
Owen was a little put off that Emma invited that little twat to get ice cream with them. That was his idea! He pursed his lips but kept silent to see what precious little blondie asshole had to say about her invitation. Wes looked from Emma to Owen and he shook his head, "Oh, no.. No thanks, I don't want to impose." He said, taking a step back. "Actually, I've gotta meet up with Kallie in a bit so I guess I'll see you guys later on tonight?" He asked, darting his eyes from one to the other.
"Yeah, sure." Owen said, faking a smile. Wes shifted his weight awkwardly before deciding to give Emma a hug bye. "It was really good seeing you, Em." He said sweetly. So sweet, it made Owen want to vomit right on his shirt and then drop kick him in the groin. He fancied that idea probably a little too much. As Wes pulled away from the hug, he waived at Owen, "Alright.. I'll see you two later then.." He said, slowly stepping back.
After he'd left, Owen turned towards Emma and then started to walk towards the ice cream stand they had settled in the park. He didn't offer to take her hand or even really walk too close to her like he'd done before but those were just his confused feelings showing through and he hoped she wouldn't notice. After they'd ordered, Owen took a seat on a bench nearby. "So.. Westley.. he's a character, hm?"
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Post by Emma Radke on Aug 29, 2013 2:40:46 GMT -8
Emma did notice that Owen wasn't being as touchy as he had been before and it did hurt her feelings. She was trying not to let it show though. What were the chances that his sudden lack of closeness had absolutely nothing to do with running into Westley? She knew that there was a chance of that but she wasn't exactly going to bank on it. Could he maybe think that she was attracted to Westley still? Of course, he couldn't have any idea that she had ever been attracted to him so she didn't know the chances of that unless she gave off some weird 'I used to like you' vibe. Did people even give off such things? Maybe she should have spent more time listening during class and less time staring at... Westley.
Damn it. Why couldn't she stop thinking about Westley now? She had convinced herself that she was over him before and now it was like all of those old feelings just wouldn't go away. Not even her favorite strawberry ice cream was helping which she knew was a terrible sign. Did this mean that she was suddenly in love? Or was she just over thinking it all as usual? "Yeah.. Wes and I have known each other since I was like thirteen. I met him the day that he moved in with Faith Gates and her family." She just assumed that he would know Faith - everyone seemed to. It wasn't exactly a popularity thing, it was more a 'she's one of the few girls with a kid' things.
"I'm sorry if that was awkward for you, Owen... I didn't mean for it to be." She bit down on her bottom lip before trying to maybe change his thoughts by licking her ice cream cone a bit too provocatively. She didn't know what else that she could do to show him that she wasn't thinking about Wes like she was about him. It occurred to her that he might not care though. What would she even do then? She liked him a lot but she wasn't willing to be the girl who just wants on a guy to give her a chance. "How do you feel about me--" She paused and acted as if she had just lost her train of thought before finally finishing, "Men. How do you feel about men like Wes dying their hair?"
What the actual fuck had she just said?
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Post by Owen McCartney on Sept 2, 2013 21:26:47 GMT -8
Owen halfway listened when she spoke, lost in his own thoughts about the flirtatious vibe that he received from Wes towards Emma and how it made him feel as if he could possibly lose her to this little American twat.. it made him feel a little bitter, a little protective and a little like the kid was trying to invade his turf. He wasn't the best prospect and he knew that, but he could feel himself slowly starting to change from the careless 'idgaf' asshole to someone that his parents raised him to be. A man that was gentle and proper and polite. Granted, he knew for a fact that he would never be what they wanted. He was far too rock and roll for that. And really, what was rock and roll? It was rebellion. It was freedom. It was sex.
"Hm?" Owen asked, snapping himself out of his little self-brewing thoughts. "Oh, no, it wasn't awkward. Nothing is awkward with me." He said, offering her a small grin. Awkward just wasn't the word he would use. He'd rather say that it was.. imposing. Yes, Wes was imposing on his day and his important intentions. He actually laughed at her question about how he felt about guys who dyed their hair, or, in Westley's case, bleached it. "I think they care too much. Like they're trying to impress someone who wasn't even interested in the first place." That hadn't meant to sound how it sounded and he didn't realizing how exactly she could take that until after he said it.
"I mean.. gander at this." He said, running his fingers through his slightly wavy bangs. "I mean.. c'mon." He wasn't sure where he was going with that but he acted like he had a point. Sure, why not? "Besides, love.. He had better watch how close he gets.. I can't have him trying to nick my girl, now can I?" The corners of his lips curled up as he look a lick from his melting ice cream. He didn't even want it anymore now that it was all.. not perfect.
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Post by Emma Radke on Sept 5, 2013 19:41:36 GMT -8
\Emma raised a brow when she heard Owen's answer to what he thought about men like Wes dying their hair. Hm. She didn't want to be self-centered and assume that he was speaking about her and their little situation. What if he was talking about some other guy who happened to dye his hair to try and impress a girl who didn't like them? There were probably plenty of other people going through similar things in the world and she would be incredibly naive to believe that this was all about her. Plus, Wes didn't like her like that anymore! Why would he want to do anything to try and impress her? His feelings for her belonged in middle school not college and she assumed that would be where they stayed.
She got lost in her own thoughts until she hard him say 'I can't have him trying to nick my girl'. His girl? Had he really just taken some sort of ownership over her? She wasn't a puppy! She was about to go off on some rant about how she was a proud independent woman who didn't need a man when she realized that he likely hadn't meant it like she was taking it. He could call her his girl without attempting to take over her life and turn her into some little obedient push-over. She had been raised by a woman who told her that some men do want to take over every good part of a girl. Guys like Dallas Kennedy or the late Chase Parrish didn't deserve the opportunities that they were given to repeatedly hurt women. She wasn't so sure how she felt about accusing Dallas of being on the same level as a girlfriend abusing bully but that was a story for another day.
She didn't know how to respond to Owen. Was she supposed to gush about how he had just called her his? Or ask what the hell that he was trying to imply here? She focused on her strawberry ice cream for a second as if it was the most amazing thing in the entire world. She'd already lost her appetite so it wasn't really doing much other than make her stomach hurt but she didn't know what else to do. She knew that she would eventually have to speak or he'd think that she was upset but she just didn't know what to say. She stopped suddenly and moved so she was standing in front of him. She wanted to maintain eye contact at all times while she spoke. "Who says that I want to be your girl, Owen?" Most girls wouldn't dare say something to him but she wasn't most girls.
She didn't want him to think that she was actually upset so she leaned in close to him. She'd obviously kissed him before but nothing as intense as this. She wanted him to feel how much passion that she had for him. "Maybe I don't mind it though.. Who knows."
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