• Owdall •
[he leans on the door for a moment, listening to his fathers yelling on the other side of the phone. Owen walks around his livingroom for a second before leaning his weight on one of the chairs,] Are you.. Da — What the fu.. [he sighs loudly, his knuckles turning white as he then leans forward, resting his hands on his knees] What the actual fuck is wrong with you?! No! Bye! [he hangs up the phone angrily, slamming it on the table, nearly forgetting she was there]
[She tries really hard not to listen in on the conversation, but it was difficult. She hated seeing him like this. So angry, so hurt... She wanted to make everything better for him. Once he'd hung up, Kendall walked cautiously toward him] Are you okay, baby? Do you wanna talk about it?
