Owen and I were actually neighbours. He lives an alleyway away from me.
Owen and I are just walking on the pathway.
" y/n wanna come over to my house?" he asks.
" Sure," I say.
We walk over to his house.
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Owen leads me to the front door and starts taking off my shoes and replacing them with some nice fluffy slippers, and him doing the same. We walk in and I see his mother in the kitchen and his father hanging out with his younger siblings.
" Mum, Dad, this is y/n," Owen says, pointing to the blonde woman and man.
" Lovely to meet you y/n you must be the girl I hear Owen is courting," Mrs Davies says, shaking my hands. I look at Owen in surprise, a bit shocked.
" Nice to meet you y/n," says Mr Davies, coming over and shaking my hand too.
" And those are my younger siblings, " says Owen," she's Adriana," pointing to the girl who looked like she was in her pre teen, " and he's Oscar," pointing to the boy who looked like he was about 7 or 8.
" Oh are you the girl from Covid in primary school?" asks Adriana.
" Oh yes, I remember now," I say.
We talk and introduce ourselves and after like 10 hours, I head upstairs with Owen.
" Oh nice room, Owen," I say, walking inside his room, glancing at everything inside.
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" It's a bit messy," he says, kicking a book under his bed.
I look around his room and see baby pictures of Owen and I spot some primary school yearbooks from the primary school we both went to. ( so did Owen's siblings that's how I already know who his siblings are.)
" Ooh can I look at the yr 5 and 6 yearbooks?" I ask.
" Sure," Owen says, finding it and handing it over to me.
I sit on his bed, and he comes and sits next to me, leaning to look at the pictures.
I take the yearbook and stare.
" Did you actually like me back then?" I ask.
" Yes," he says.
" Is that why you seem to have purposely squished into me in this photo?" I ask, pointing at the yr6 random shot photo. ( basically where you can pose and sit wherever you like).
He nods, trying to take it away from me.
" Give me it," I say, trying to reach up to his hand.
We're both fighting over this sheet of paper when suddenly I roll onto the bed with Owen hovering over me, still holding the photo. He places the photo on his nightstand and suddenly leans in and locks his lips onto mine.
*18+ scene*
That feels so good for no reason. Maybe it's the blonde finally kissing me now or the fact I'm in his bed. I kiss him back passionately, massaging his soft hair. He glances at my collarbone and kisses it harshly, trying to kiss into my top. I slowly remove my top and throw it onto the carpet.
owen's pov:
Fuck she looks so hot I think as I leave hickeys all over her chest area and lower waist area. I see her brown eyes blinking at me. Should we? I think. It's fine I have condoms anyways. I throw off my shirt, revealing the secret pack I've been working over since the summer break. I glance at y/n, staring at my chest. I know she likes me, not Kakeru. I hope. Better not or I'll go kill that brat.
Ugh. How long has it been since we slept after we finished fucking? Looking across me, I see a sleeping figure covered in the bedsheets hugging my waist. Hold up. I look down at myself and see that I'm not wearing any clothes... Oh I thought I would have at least put something on. I'm surprised I didn't catch a cold. I gaze at Owen. Adorable.
" y/n, Owen, come down for dinner! " I hear Ms Davies say, knocking on the door.
" Okay auntie," I say, as I hear her receding footsteps.
" Yah!" I poke Owen on the cheek, forcing him to open his eyes looking at me angrily.
" What's your fucking problem?" he says annoyed.
" We have to go down to eat, you dipshit," I say, while putting my clothes back on.
