"Is that good for your relationship?"
"What are you talking about, Whitney?" I switched my phone to other year, as I back out of the driveway.
"I just think-you two break up a lot." She stated. I cocked my head to the side, and took a left turn.
"What? We do not." I argued, tension seeping in.
"Annabel, calm down. Just think about it. You guys have broken up three times in like the last six months." She sighed.
Six months? Three times? Really?
"I'm just saying y'all are indecisive; I don't think that's good." She replied. I smiled.
"Y'all? When did you get all southern on me?" I laughed, getting her mind off of Owen and I. I didn't need Whitney worrying about my relationship. She laughed, and I could hear the voices in the background.
"Florida has changed me. I can't wait to be back in a week, though. You have no idea how much I missed all of you." I could hear the smile in her voice.
"I can't either, any surprises with you?" I suggested, winking, even though I couldn't see her. In the back of my mind, I was satisfied with distracting her.
"Wellllll…" She started, and I squealed.
"Who?" I demanded.
"He's coming home with me. You'll find out then," She said.
"He lives here?" I made another turn into Owen's street.
"Yeah, he lives like ten minutes away from us. I don't know how I've never seen him. He swears we went to the same school though. Super sweetheart!" She replied, excited. I chuckled. I pulled into Owen's driveway just as Owen walked out. I quickly said bye to Whitney.
"Hey cutie," He smiled as I walked towards him. I intertwined my fingers with his, and let our hands drop. Behind him, I could see Mr. Reiny leaving. He waved friendly and mumbled something to Owen.
"Bye dad!" He smiled, and I grinned. Looks like they were on better terms.
"Dad?" I asked, curiously as Mr. Reiny got into the car.
"Yeah, he's not as bad as I thought," He chuckled, kissing my cheek. I smiled; their family was brought back together.
"What about Mallory?" I asked, looking up at her window. I could see her watching as Mr. Reiny left. She looked at me for a brief second, and I waved. Glancing back down at Owen, I raised my eyebrows. He sighed.
"She's, uh, she hasn't decided yet," He stated, awkwardly.
"Decided?" Sounded like the typical teenage rebel.
"Yeah, she's going to have to get over it though. They're moving pretty fast," He shrugged, "they're moving in like next week." He added. I raised my eyebrows.
"Moving in?" I repeated, dumbly. He nodded, his hand weaving through my hair.
"They haven't even been reunited for month though!" I exclaimed. He shrugged nonchalantly again. I see why Mallory didn't like the situation that much.
"C'mon, let's go in." He said, pulling me towards the door.
"Oh hey Owen, can you-" Owen's mother looked up, and stopped for a second. She shoved her hair to the side, and gave me a weird look, "Hi, Annabel, I didn't know you were stopping by." Owen protectively wrapped his arm around my waist, locking it into place. She narrowed her eyes at his arm but didn't say anything.
I smiled, "Owen needed help job hunting." She nodded, and watched observantly as he kissed my cheek. She hmpphed and looked back down at the boxes. I returned my gaze to the floor, reddening a little. Owen sighed. Mallory came down the stairs.
"I can just feel the tension," She dramatized as she danced her way to the kitchen. Ms. Armstrong gave her a look.
"So, I heard Mr. Reiny was moving in?" I asked, awkwardly. She raised her eyebrows, still looking down.
"I don't see how that concerns with any of your business, but yes, Annabel, he is." She said, clearly condescending.
"Mom, oh my god." Owen started, annoyed, "We're going to be up; don't bother visiting." He pulled me up the stairs, and Mallory shot me an apologetic look. We sat on his bed, facing each other, knees touching. He reached for his laptop, putting it on the side.
"Your mom doesn't like me anymore." I clarified. He just looked at me in response.
"Why?" I pressed on, curious. We used to be on better terms but I had no idea what happened. His eyes glinted from the sunlight outside. I was mesmerized by his green eyes till he replied.
"I'm going to talk to her tonight and find out." I shook my head.
"Don't, I was just wondering!" I didn't want his mother to think I was snooping.
"It's different. I want to know, not you." He countered, a slight smirk on his face.
"Belle." His smirk grew wider, challenging me. His hand rested on my thigh, and he leaned in. I could smell his cologne. I closed my eyes, leaning in too. I'd missed his lips so much. He captured my lips with his, and he smiled again. I locked my arms around his neck.
"I guess we're not job hunting?" He mumbled against my lips. I cocked my head to the side.
"You have one job right now, babe." It was my turn to smirk now.
"Clever," He retorted, a bit breathless.
I brought his lips back to mine to shut him up. The funny thing about Owen is that he could make me forget everything with a kiss. I chuckled in my head. Even my own name.
Family dinners. I don't know when it started, but it felt weird. Mallory on my right; my dad and mom across from us. Mom never cooked either, and suddenly there was a classic American meal on our plates. My fingers tapped on the table, waiting impatiently. When my dad excused himself to the bathroom, I seized the opportunity.
"Mom," I asked. Mallory looked up after pushing her peas around with her fork; she knew what was coming. My mom looked up, smiling.
"Why don't you like Annabel anymore?" I choked out, awkwardly. She raised her eyebrows, as if she didn't hear me. Her smile disappeared though.
"She put you up to this, didn't she?" She quipped. I straightened up, clearing my throat.
"No, mom. She didn't, and she doesn't have to. She's my girlfriend, and I would like to know why you have a problem with her."
She got up, picking her plate up with her. She headed to the kitchen.
"It's not that I don't like her, honey." I followed her into the kitchen.
"Then?" I added. For some reason, I had to know why.
"It's just you two are so young." What the hell? Where was this coming from?
"And?" I could hear Dad stepping out of the bathroom. Mallory was poking her head to get a peek from the table.
"You are moving so fast in your relationship, and I just thin-"
"Don't even pull the "moving too fast" card on me, Mom. You're moving in with Dad, and it hasn't even been a month into your 'dating' or whatever the hell you're doing. You're just being a bitch to Annabel, and I suggest you stop." I pushed past Mom. I saw Mallory staring at me with wide eyes, and I knew she was going to ask questions later. My father started walking towards me, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"Don't," I warned, racing past him. I didn't need any sympathy. I slammed my bedroom door behind me, and collapsed on my bed. I groaned. Why was being in love so damn hard?
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