This is my first time writing an imagine, and I decided to write one with Owen Joyner. So, if you’re reading this, I apologize if it’s way too cliché or anything in advance
Pairing: Owen Joyner x fem!reader
Warnings: fluff maybe, at the end. slightly angsty
"I can't believe he gift-wrapped all your stuff!", she exclaimed as he stared at her through his phone, watching her throw her head back with laughter.
"Hey! It's not like I asked for it to happen"
"Yeah Yeah", she snorted as he smiled widely at her.
"Okay, I've got to go now. Talk later?", he asked with hopeful eyes.
"Sure, blondie. Bye!", she said waving at him as she clicked the phone off.
It was difficult really, being in love with someone you knew for so long. But the heart wants what it wants, right?
She sighed and crawled under her covers, her thoughts drifting towards her Blondie, Owen, as she fell asleep in her bed.
The sun shone brightly on her face signaling the start of a new day, but that wasn’t what woke her up. It was her phone’s incessant vibrating as she received text after text from someone,
She groaned and picked up her phone and saw that none other than Owen had texted her. She scrolled through his texts, reading what she could make out from them and occasionally giggling at what he had written. She decided to ring him and watched the smile on his face grow when he picked up.
“I’m going to cut to the chase. How would you, Y/N Y/L/N, like to fly to Vancouver to visit me over the weekend?”
“You aren’t pranking me, right? This is absolutely serious, right?”, she asked him, just to make sure he wasn’t playing around with her.
“No, I’m a hundred percent serious, What do you say?”
She squealed and agreed immediately and in the next half-hour had received her ticket and all the other travel details she needed, since he was flying her out. The next half of her day was spent packing. She spent hours deciding on what to wear, whether he’d like her outfit or not. Everything about this trip revolved around how he felt, and though she knew it was unhealthy, she just couldn’t help it.
The next morning she was on her way to Vancouver, her bags in tow. As she reached the airport, she saw a mop of blond hair and ran toward him. He wrapped his arms around her, his head tucked in the crook of her neck.
“Hi”, he said softly as they broke apart, making her softly giggle.
“Hi yourself”, she said looking into his blue eyes.
They walked back to his car, him babbling all the way about everything that had been happening for the past few months, her laughter ringing in the air occasionally. They made their way to his apartment, where he showed her to his room to get her settled.
“I have to get to set now, unfortunately. Do you want to come along or do you need a little while to settle?”, he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
“No, I’m good to go. Let’s do this!”, she said, clapping her hands together in excitement.
They drove to the set, and she fidgeted uncomfortably as they got off the car.
“Hey”, he said softly, lifting her from her thoughts,” You okay?”
“I’m just scared you know? I’m just your average girl. What if they don’t like me?”
“No one can ever not like you. I promise that. Now shall we, my bestie?”, he asked, holding his arm out for her to take.
She sighed and met his welcoming gaze, as she looped her arm with his and continued walking to the set. He was her best friend, nothing more. She would always be in the friend-zone. The barrier was inevitable. From the time they had got on set, she had been introduced to so many people, she had lost count. Of course, she already knew Savannah who she had met when Owen was on Knight Squad. But she was quick to warm up to the others as well, Charlie, Jeremy, Madison, Jadah, and even Kenny himself. They all welcomed her warmly, making her feel right at home. As the day turned into the night and all the budding actors and actresses were desperate for some form of entertainment, they threw together a small party or get-together as they called it, though it pretty much amounted to a party.
Y/N had on a dress that she borrowed from Savannah for the night as she wove her way through the clumps of people gathered at their apartment. As she finally spotted Owen, she made her way to the couch where he was seated only to find him cozying up to some random girl. He made her laugh and she had her hand on his thigh, his own arm draped across her shoulders as she leaned into him. Y/N stopped short, her eyes welling up at the sight. It was painfully obvious how much she was in love with him, but he saw her as nothing more than a friend, the barrier was built too strong.
Before any of the sobs could break out, she ran to the bathroom. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks, leaving streaks. Sob after sob racked her body as she shook and trembled. A knock sounded on the bathroom door. She counted to ten before opening the door. She was immediately met with the blue eyes of none other than Owen himself. He reached out for her arm, but she shrunk away.
“Hey, hey, are you okay? What’s wrong, sweetie?”, his soft voice called out as his eyes searched her face.
“Nothing”, she said shortly, ”I’m fine”.
He sighed as she walked past him and back to the party. She found Savannah and a few others she knew and started a conversation with them to distract herself. A few minutes later, Savannah dragged her away and asked her whether she was okay.
“I’m not okay, Sav! I’m not! I’ve been in love with that blond idiot for years now, yet I’m just stuck in the friend-zone. Every time I see him with another girl, it hurts. It hurts so much, that I’ll never be anything more to him”, she let everything out, tears pouring down her cheeks.
“Yeah, what makes you think that I haven’t felt the same?”, he said walking into the room, a frown plastering his usually cheerful face, “I’ve been in love with you for so long. Everything about you is just perfect. The way you laugh, the way you bite your lip when you concentrate, the way you think it’s okay to eat dessert first, the way you read a book in one sitting, and how so many different expressions cross your face throughout the course of the book. Every little thing you do.”
She stepped closer to him and he wrapped his arms around them, their lips meeting in a sweet kiss. They broke apart, their foreheads touching.
“We finally broke the barrier”, he whispered to her.
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