The Jock

Owen Ackman, 17 been here 5 years and I think I'll be staying. Sports are a part of my life and I'm not half bad from what people tell me. Need to know anything else just ask.

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[hqelsinore]

“What? No, I wasn’t talking to you, you’re not supposed to say anything.”

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“Oh, you were looking in this direction so I assumed you were speaking to me.” 

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“Trust me, fat is not a word I’d use to describe you.”

[mia-vanpoop]

“I feel like a Beluga whale!”

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“Why do you feel like that? I think you look fine, maybe a little tired.” 

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Owen & Stella

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ojockman:

Owen smiled at her response. “We certainly will, and don’t plan on me forgetting cause I have a pretty good memory.” He told her with a smirk. He hadn’t been fishing in a while, but he’d learn a lot about the sport while spending time with his grandfather. Owen heard her apologies and knew they were sincere. “Is that a promise?” He said chuckling a bit. No one close to him really came to watch him play, so he felt delighted at the thought. His dad was always too busy and most of his friends played on the team with him. Though. when he and Abby were together she would come to watch, but that changed when they stopped seeing each other. “No not really, but I feel like if you knew you could see some similarities.” Owen said starring at her for a moment, trying to picture the two of them together. “You’re my kind of girl then.” He said with a playful smile. They got out of the car and he headed towards the entrance door. Pulling it open and waiting for Stella to walk in. “After you, sweetheart.”  

Stella smiles as she walks out of the car to the entrance. She was familiar with the place, had dragged her parents there one day some two-three years ago. “Thank you,” she says politely when Owen waits back while she enters. “Wow! They have changed this place so much,” she says as they are lead to their table by the maître de. Sitting at the table that was reserved for them, she looks out of the window at the wide expanse of the sea and says, “nice choice of seating. Though let me warn you, I get slightly nostalgic near water.” She chuckles, looking at Owen with a smile. That was a fact, her trip to a quaint restaurant with Noah before her birthday saw a lot of emotional fluctuation. Though she was sure that today that won’t happen. “So, why are you planning to take a break from football?” Stella asks looking at Owen with genuine curiosity.

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Owen walked behind Stella as they were lead to the seat he had reserved. "I think they remodeled a year or so ago. It was a good choice on their part." He told her as the waiter began to speak, asking if he could get them something to drink. "What would you like to drink?" He asked trying to be polite and let her answer first. He looked out at the sea, admiring how it looked in the dark and listening to her speak. "Maybe that's why I picked these seats ." He said chuckling. Owen knew how romantic the water could be, but that wasn't his intentions. The boy just wanted her to have a good time. When he heard the girls question about football he turned back to look at her. It took him a moment to come up with the answer. Truth was, he'd just been so worn out from his dad's big plan. Since he could walk, it seemed, his dad had been teaching him how to play and be better. "I just needed something new you know? I've been playing football for so long it's becoming less of a challenge for me...and less of a hobby." He said almost whispering his last words. "Enough about me, I still want to know more about you. What are some of your hobbies? Or just some things that you like to do?"

[mia-vanpoop]

“You can say it… I look fat.”

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“Trust me, fat is not a word I’d use to describe you.”

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Owen & Stella

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ojockman:

“I think the humor in seeing you fish would be enough reason to go. Plus, I don’t mind you talking, it’s the bet way to get to know you.” Owen told her honestly. He was enjoying her now and didn’t think putting a fishing pole in her hands would change much. “I guess fishing is supposed to be peaceful and quiet, but that seems pretty boring so your talking would help in my opinion.” He said attempting to make her feel better and not as if she talked too much. “Precisely! Oh yea, I love basketball, but to be honest I’m just taking a break from football. If it wasn’t obvious, sports are kind of a big deal in my family.” Owen said with a smirk. “I’ve played both sports all my life and I think I’m pretty decent.” He was attempting to be modest. With his fathers coaching he was made to be a great player, and had been told this by any people. “I’m a little hurt that you’ve never been to a game though.” He said with pretend hurt in his voice and an over exaggerated frown. “I know of him, but I haven’t talked to him so I didn’t know you two were related. That’s insane, you’re clearly the more interesting sibling, but I might be bias.” Owen joked, giving her another smirk. He felt comfortable talking with her, like he didn’t have to worry what she might think of him. Owen turned right into the restaurants parking area, finding a spot fairly quickly and shut off the engine. “I hope you brought an appetite, because this isn’t an eat lightly occasion.” He said with a small laugh. 

Stella smiles kindly at Owen’s words and says, “thanks, you’re kind. Though I wouldn’t go fishing with me but your optimism is commendable and warrants a fishing trip. We’ll have to think about that later, sometime.” She chuckles at the idea. Stella listens attentively to Owen talking about sports. He was being humble, for she had heard nothing but wonderful things about his talents and how he had a promising career in the field. “I’m really sorry, but I never seem to find time to watch a game. But I’ll make it a point to be there the next time you play,” she says apologetically and then smiles sincerely. She did really want to attend the games but somehow always got caught up in some or the other thing. Owen’s compliment makes her blush ever so slightly and she grins wide. “Yes, it’s difficult to discern that Noah and I are related. We don’t really look alike,” she says earnestly. It was usually the case, if you saw both of them apart and didn’t know their full names you’d never guess that they are related and are so close. Chuckling at his comment she says, “oh don’t you worry. I have a huge appetite for life, food and everything else except egos. I can’t stomach big egos and unhealthy attitudes.”

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Owen smiled at her response. “We certainly will, and don’t plan on me forgetting cause I have a pretty good memory.” He told her with a smirk. He hadn’t been fishing in a while, but he’d learn a lot about the sport while spending time with his grandfather. Owen heard her apologies and knew they were sincere. “Is that a promise?” He said chuckling a bit. No one close to him really came to watch him play, so he felt delighted at the thought. His dad was always too busy and most of his friends played on the team with him. Though. when he and Abby were together she would come to watch, but that changed when they stopped seeing each other. “No not really, but I feel like if you knew you could see some similarities.” Owen said starring at her for a moment, trying to picture the two of them together. “You’re my kind of girl then.” He said with a playful smile. They got out of the car and he headed towards the entrance door. Pulling it open and waiting for Stella to walk in. “After you, sweetheart.”   

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Owen & Stella

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Stella laughs softly when Owen mentions going fishing with her. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I have been officially written off of the list of the people to be taken to fishing, by my own family. My grandfather is very skilled at it but, the day he took me along to teach how to fish no one caught a single fish because I talked so much. So, I don’t think that’s going to work out well for you,” she says jovially. She still remembered that comical day. “Of course, of course and we cant afford tarnished reputations, now can we? Talking about reputations, I have heard you’re great at basketball though I haven’t had the opportunity to see you live in action.” Stella did know that he’s a jock and loved the sport but could never find time to go to one of the matches ever.  “Oh you don’t know who Noah is? That’s strange. People might not know me but they always know who my brother is…” Stella says in a surprised voice. That was true, there were days she felt slightly jealous of the fact but then it was the ugly truth. Noah was popular for the right and the wrong reasons.

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“I think the humor in seeing you fish would be enough reason to go. Plus, I don’t mind you talking, it’s the bet way to get to know you.” Owen told her honestly. He was enjoying her now and didn’t think putting a fishing pole in her hands would change much. “I guess fishing is supposed to be peaceful and quiet, but that seems pretty boring so your talking would help in my opinion.” He said attempting to make her feel better and not as if she talked too much. “Precisely! Oh yea, I love basketball, but to be honest I’m just taking a break from football. If it wasn’t obvious, sports are kind of a big deal in my family.” Owen said with a smirk. “I’ve played both sports all my life and I think I’m pretty decent.” He was attempting to be modest. With his fathers coaching he was made to be a great player, and had been told this by any people. “I’m a little hurt that you’ve never been to a game though.” He said with pretend hurt in his voice and an over exaggerated frown. “I know of him, but I haven’t talked to him so I didn’t know you two were related. That’s insane, you’re clearly the more interesting sibling, but I might be bias.” Owen joked, giving her another smirk. He felt comfortable talking with her, like he didn’t have to worry what she might think of him. Owen turned right into the restaurants parking area, finding a spot fairly quickly and shut off the engine. “I hope you brought an appetite, because this isn’t an eat lightly occasion.” He said with a small laugh. 

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Owen & Stella

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Stella chuckled with Owen at his joke. A guy with good sense of humour, style and chivalry was someone Stella always admired. “You would look good in anything you wear,” she says with a genuine smile, looking at Owen for a brief moment before diverting her gaze to the road. “Oh Le Bernardin! Sounds wonderful. I don’t mind sea food at all. In fact, it’s a Powell family tradition to go fishing every few months. So I’m pretty familiar with the fish at least.” Owen seemed like a very easy guy to talk to and Stella was comfortable in talking to him. It wasn’t a date and that’s what she liked about it. They could talk like friends instead of being all nervous or judgmental. “You have a very nice car. Apart from Noah’s I haven’t seen many cars so well kept,” she says with a smile but wonders if she wasn’t coming across as a weirdo.

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Owen lifted his chin and smiled at her comment. “Good to know, sweetheart.” He said glancing in her direction for only a second. “That’s pretty cool that you guys go fishing together.” He said, thinking about how his family never did stuff together other than sports. Then again, if his mom were around things might be different. He was satisfied that he picked a good place to go eat as well.  “Maybe we can go fishing sometime? I can show you my skills.” He said chuckling at the last part. Stella seemed to be great so far, and he was already learning stuff about her. Which was the reason he asked her to dinner. “Thanks, this is my baby and I like to keep her up. Plus I can’t be seen in something run down, might ruin my rep.” Owen said with an expression that told her he was completely kidding. “Noah is your brother?” 

[ceceyork]

Polluted air is so much better for the soul.

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It may be polluted, but I can always breathe much better here.

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“What’s one thing you’ve always wanted on your birthday?”

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“To have amazing birthday sex with Max Irons.”

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"Well, I'm not Max Irons but I can certainly help you with the amazing birthday sex."

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“Where are my manners, would you like a drink Miss birthday girl?” Owen smiled, purposely avoiding her question. 

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“I’ve asked that question plenty. I could take a drink, and an answer.” Abby responded, smirking at him. 

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"Any preference?" He asked her still not answering. "How bad do you want to know?" He asked leaning in a little closer.

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“Vodka it is.” 

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“Very good of you.” he said, smiling as he handed him a shot.

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Owen downed the shot and squinted at the burning sensation it left in his throat. "So, how are you liking the party?"

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Text || Owen & Stella

Stella: Haha thanks.

Stella: Will i be seeing you tomorrow?

Owen: (:

Owen: Yes you will.

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Text || Owen & Stella

Stella: Thanks for understanding, darling.

Stella: I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.

Stella: Thanks for asking though. :)

Owen: No problem.

Owen: I always do at parties...with drinks.

Owen: Well of course, I had to know why I hadn't seen your sweet face. (:

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missrenault:

“My interest is peaked. Mind sharing some of these things?” Abby smirked at his words. 

“Where are my manners, would you like a drink Miss birthday girl?” Owen smiled, purposely avoiding her question. 

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Text || Owen & Stella

Stella: Well..you see Abigail and I aren't really 'simpatico'.

Stella: Wouldn't want to be a gate crasher.

Stella: Plus, I have work.

Owen: Ahhh, that makes sense.

Owen: I'm sure you wouldn't be, but I understand where you're coming from.

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“Hm. So many ideas, how could I possibly choose.”

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“What’s one thing you’ve always wanted on your birthday?”