Who Wants Madison Reyes at Megacon London 13-14 January 2024
For those that don’t know, Megacon is a large convention that takes place in the UK. They have different locations that presents the convention throughout the year. Megacon has already announced Charlie, Owen, and Jeremy.
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Request: Owen taking the reader’s virginity and being surprised when she likes it.
Summary: Y/N and Owen have been dating for almost a year, but as her 20th birthday approached, she decides she wants to take their relationship to the next level.
Warnings: smuuuuuuuut
“Come on, y/n, just tell me! I have no idea.”
Y/N shrugged and smiled at her boyfriend’s distressed expression.
“I don’t want anything from you! You’ve given me everything just by being yourself.”
Owen gagged and rolled his eyes.
“Shut up. You’re getting something whether you like it or not- surely you’d rather get something you actually want, than something you don’t? Just tell me.”
Y/N sighed and continued running her hands through Owen’s hair, smiling at him as he looked up at her. His arms were folded over her stomach, his chin resting on them so he could look up at her.. Y/N giggled and tugged at his hair gently, watching his eyes close and a light blush flood his cheeks.
“Stop that.”
His voice was strained, and she almost felt bad. They’d been dating for about 10 months now, and they still hadn’t had sex. He hadn’t pressured her in any way whatsoever, but she knew he was desperate. They’d done some stuff- over the clothes mainly, and that had been fun, for sure. She’d found out how much he loved getting his hair pulled, and now loved taking advantage of it in the worst situations. But y/n was reluctant to go the full way before now. She’d been in too many relationships where it just hadn’t felt right, because it seemed to be all the guys cared about, and that was why she was still a virgin at nearly 20 years old. Until Owen. Owen came to her like a breath of fresh air, bumping into her on the high street of their tiny Oklahoma hometown. They’d hit it off immediately, and had gone for lunch right there and then. A week later, they made it official, and now, you rarely found one without the other. The topic of her virginity had come up once or twice, and he’d always treated it with the utmost respect, insisting that they waited until she was absolutely ready. He made a point of avoiding all conversations regarding sex when they were with friends, making sure she didn’t feel awkward or left out. He was incredible, and Y/N knew deep down inside, that he was the one for her. And so that’s what she’d decided she wanted for her birthday. She wanted to sleep with Owen, in an effort to try and convey to him just how much she loved him. That, and all of the over clothes touching had become incredibly teasing, and she couldn’t wait to go further. She just had to find the right time to tell him.
Almost a week later, and the night before her birthday, Y/N still hadn’t worked out how to bring up the topic with Owen. She didn’t want to spring it on him- she wanted it to be, in the least cliché way possible, special.
“So where is he taking you for dinner again?”
Y/N sighed down the phone at her best friend’s question.
“I don’t know, probably that little italian place that we really like. That’s not the point though, I asked for your help!”
Y/F/N groaned on the other side of the phone.
“Fine. Wait til you get to the restaraunt and tease him about your birthday present, and then turn round and say you got him something. Have you got that nice Victoria Secret set we bought ready?”
Y/N bit her lip and nodded, forgetting for a moment that her best friend couldn’t see her. She walked over to her wardrobe and picked up the delicate lace of the matching set her best friend had made her buy for way too much money, and set it back down again.
“Okay. I guess I’ll try that?”
An ear-piercing squeal made Y/N drop the phone, sheepish laughter coming through from the speaker as she bent down to get it.
“Remember to tell me all the details. I want to hear everything.”
Y/N laughed and ended the call, looking at herself in the mirror. She was wrapped in a towel, her hair still wet and dripping down her back. She had work to do before her date the next night, and that involved working up some confidence.
“You look gorgeous, Y/N.”
Owen leant in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, before taking her hand and leading her out to his car. He opened the passenger door, and she gasped as she was met by a bouquet of roses, tied with a red ribbon.
“They’re beautiful, O.”
Owen shrugged and kissed her cheek, before moving around to the driver’s side.
“Only the best for my girl.” Y/N blushed and smoothed down her dress. It was baby pink, off the shoulder, and stopped mid-thigh. She looked the picture of innocence- which was the opposite of what she hoped to be by the end of the night.
All throughout dinner, Y/N found herself being reminded yet again, why she loved Owen. He made her laugh like nobody else, constantly had a new story to tell, and never went 5 minutes without making some form of physical contact with her. Over the course of the night, he’d moved from having his hand on her knee in the car, to having a hand on the small of her back as they walked to their table, and now he was holding her hand on top of the table cloth, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand.
“So, any more thoughts on what you want for your birthday?”
Y/N raised her eyebrows, and let her eyes flick down to the table briefly, before taking a deep breath and meeting his gaze.
“There was actually, something.”
Owen groaned in relief and laughed gently, running his free hand through his hair. He looked incredible tonight, wearing smart black jeans paired with a blue button up that complimented his eyes perfectly.
“Come on then, let me hear it.”
Y/N swallowed and looked to their hands, letting a soft smile drift across her face.
“You.”
He was silent for a moment, and when she looked back up at him, she found him looking at her in a state of near shock.
“W-what?”
She started drawing small circles on his hand, telling herself to keep calm.
“I want you.”
Owen raised his eyebrows at her.
“Tonight?”
She nodded, a soft flush creeping up her neck and spreading across her face.
“A-are you sure? I don’t want you to think that I expect it or-”
She gave him a look, the same look she’d been giving him every time they’d talked about sex in the last 10 months they’d been together.
“Owen, I love you. We’ve been together for almost a year, and I think- I know, you’re the one for me. I want to do this, and share it with you. Please?”
Y/N looked up to him with sincere eyes, and he almost melted on the spot.
“You don’t have to ask me twice. Cheque?”
He signalled to a waiter, and laughed when she rolled her eyes, kicking him gently under the table.
“Good thing I tidied my room then, huh?”
Owen nudged her gently as they walked along the street, both having chosen to walk to his apartment rather than drive back to hers, considering they’d shared two bottles of wine over the course of the evening. Y/N smiled and leant her head on his shoulder, quietly taking in the shadowy town they were walking through.
“You say you tidied it- I guarantee you still have a pile of clothes in the corner that’s around the same height as me.”
Owen shrugged and made a face at her, before letting her go to grab his keys and unlock the door to his flat. Y/N bit her lip and felt her stomach flip a little, as she realised what this meant. She was nervous- but only a little. She trusted Owen to take care of her, and make it special. Sure enough, as soon as they walked through the door, she was met by a sweet vanilla scent, and could see rose petals scattered along the hallway.
“Owen...”
He looked at his feet, hiding the blush spreading across his cheeks.
“I wasn’t presuming anything, I just wanted to do something nice-”
She cut him off by pressing her lips to his, placing a hand on his cheek as she kissed him softly.
“It’s perfect. I love you.”
He smiled down at her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“I love you too. You want a drink?”
She nodded, and grabbed his hand as he walked through to the kitchen, grabbing the vodka from the freezer and setting it down on the counter.
“O, I want to remember this.”
He nodded with a laugh and put it back, handing her a cider, and cracking open a beer for himself. She kicked off her heels and jumped onto the counter, sipping quietly as she watched him from across the kitchen. Looking at her with wide eyes, he tried to suss out what she was thinking. Her legs were swinging back and forth, her curls falling over one shoulder and leaving the other deliciously bare. He set his beer down on the counter and moved over to her, standing between her legs.
“Hey.”
She met his eyes and smiled, reaching a hand up to stroke his face.
“Hey.”
His eyes flicked down to her lips, and she swallowed as his eyes darkened slightly. Leaning in slowly, he pressed his lips to hers, his hands coming to rest on her hips. She melted into him, her drink forgotten beside her as his lips moved against hers, his hands pulling her in closer to him. She moaned softly against him, parting her lips and deepening the kiss as her arms slipped around his neck, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“O-owen.”
He nodded, and pulled her against him, slipping his hands under her legs as he picked her up, his lips never leaving hers. He carried her out of the kitchen, stopping in the hallway to press her up against the wall. A gasp slipped out at the sudden change, but she loved it, letting out breathy moans as his kisses strayed from her mouth, drawing patterns on her skin and working their way down to her shoulder. Just as he reached her sweet spot, nipping and sucking at it gently, Y/N pushed him off her and ran into the bedroom, turning to face him with a smirk as she reached behind her to unzip her dress.
Owen groaned desperately and ran a hand through his hair, strolling towards her. Y/N turned around and looked at him over her shoulder, indicating for him to unzip her dress. He reached her and pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade, unzipping the soft satin material and pushing it off her shoulders. She let it fall down her body, before turning round and looking at him with playful eyes.
“Holy fuck.”
Owen’s breath hitched as he took her in, his eyes registering the black lace that adorned her body.
“Like what you see?”
Y/N twirled playfully, giving him an eyeful of the set she’d picked out the week before. Owen didn’t answer, his hands reaching out and grabbing her hips. She looked up at him through her lashes, reaching her hands up to unbutton his shirt, biting her lip as she did so. It wasn’t really supposed to be seductive- it was a nervous tic she had, but clearly Owen forgot about this, as he reached up and pulled on her bottom lip with his thumb, his eyes near black with lust. Y/N pushed his shirt off his shoulders, licking her lips and smiling at his sculpted chest.
“You’re incredible.”
Owen pushed a curl off her face, and smiled softly, his eyes drifting over her again.
“You can’t speak. You’re- unreal.”
She looked at the ground, wrapping an arm around her stomach as his eyes bore right into her, making her feel more exposed than ever. Owen grabbed her arm, pulling it away gently.
“Don’t hide from me. Don’t ever, hide from me. You’re beautiful.”
Y/N looked up at him again, stroking his face with a thumb.
“Owen, please.”
He knew exactly what she was asking, and wrapped his arms around her thighs, lifting her up once more and bringing her lips to his. He walked forwards until his legs hit the side of his bed, dropping her onto her back gently. Lowering his mouth to her neck, he pressed soft kisses onto her skin, living for the noises of pleasure leaving her lips. Tongue drawing patterns along her collarbones, he worked his way down to the curve of her chest, sucking the fair skin into his mouth.
Y/N arched off of the bed, letting out a moan and tugging his hair softly. Owen smirked against her, and continued his path down her body, stopping at the lacy waistband of her underwear.
“I love these.”
Y/N smirked and ran a hand through his hair, trying to ignore the sensations running through her core as she felt his hot breath on her through the material of her underwear.
“Take them off.”
He looked up at her in surprise, her forwardness rather uncharacteristic.
“Whatever you say.”
He smirked slightly, and dragged them down her legs, leaving them on the carpet before crawling between her thighs, and resting on his knees. With a quick kiss, and a reassuring smile, he lowered his mouth to her legs, leaving soft kisses on the inside of her thighs. He worked his way up, until he reached her core, sucking gently on her clit. She arched off the bed and tugged on his hair as he drew patterns on her centre with his tongue, Owen smiling against her at the noises she made. He squeezed her thigh gently, and stroked the outside of her slit with a finger, before pushing into her. Her legs tensed slightly, and she moaned, arching her back into his touch.
Owen watched her through hooded eyes as she reacted to his ministrations, listening carefully as her breathing became more and more laboured. He started sucking her clit again, feeling her legs clench around his head. He massaged her thigh gently, feeling her near the edge.
“Come on baby, let me hear you.”
Y/N came with a loud moan, her legs trembling and hand pulling desperately at Owen’s hair. He eased her through her orgasm, only moving when her moans had dropped to quiet whimpers. She smiled up at him, still panting, as he appeared above her, holding himself up with his arms. Reaching a hand up, she stroked his bottom lip with her thumb, reddening when she noticed the wetness on his lips and chin. Owen leant down and bit her bottom lip, letting her taste herself on his tongue.
Y/N moaned into his mouth, and automatically wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer to her as she searched desperately for some friction. She could feel Owen through his jeans, the outline of his cock pressing against her stomach through the soft denim. Owen continued to kiss her, his tongue slipping against hers messily, their teeth clashing occasionally, as each of them got more and more turned on, and less and less bothered by anything that wasn’t each other.
“O, t-take your jea-jeans off.”
Y/N managed through kisses, panting when he broke away. She sat up and reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle desperately. Her hands were shaking, and Owen pushed them away gently, holding both of her hands with one of his, while he unbuckled his belt with the other. Checking once again that she was alright, he unbuttoned his jeans, and unzipped the fly, before pulling them down and kicking them out of sight. Y/N swallowed visibly, his boxers showing off the sheer size of him much more clearly. The furthest they’d previously gotten was heavy make-out sessions, her grinding into him, both topless- but clearly what she’d felt during that, hadn’t done him justice.
“You okay?”
He brought her out of her thoughts with a soft touch to her face, drawing her eyes away from the tight black boxers he wore.
“Yeah, of course.”
He smiled at her, easing her back onto the pillows, and kneeling between her legs.
“Do you want to use a condom, or?”
Y/N fidgeted a little, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra.
“I’m not sure. I’m on the pill so it doesn’t really matter but maybe we should...?”
She looked at him questioningly, and he shrugged.
“Whatever you want.”
He reached over her into his bedside table and pulled out a little foil square, dropping it on the pillow beside her. Nodding decisively, she watched as Owen pulled off his boxers, and ripped open the condom. Her stomach was fluttering, and she found herself recounting all of her friends bad experiences, where their boyfriends had finished too quickly, gone too fast, rushed them, or where it had hurt like a bitch- but then she remembered that this was Owen.
Her Owen, the man she loved, and the person she wanted to spend forever with. She trusted him.
She felt herself relax considerably, and smiled at him as he settled between her legs.
“You sure? We don’t have to.”
Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled him in for a kiss.
“I love you.”
He smiled and kissed her back, resting his forehead against hers.
“I love you too. I-I’m sorry if this hurts. Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”
She nodded, and tensed slightly, as she felt him pressing at her entrance. He placed soft kisses across her temple as he pushed inside her, moving as slowly as he could. One final push, and Y/N winced as he broke her, instantly bringing his mouth to her ear and whispering soft apologies, kissing the skin of her neck to distract from the pain. She shook her head and screwed her eyes shut, knowing it would pass soon. Owen bottomed out, and collapsed onto her shoulder, breathing heavily. They stayed like that for a moment, until Y/N turned to look at him, and kissed his temple.
“I-it’s fine now. You can move.”
He groaned lightly in her ear, and nipped her earlobe gently.
“Good, but give me a second. It’s been well over a year, Y/N. You feel like fucking heaven right now.”
She giggled softly, making both of them groan at the sudden movement. Eventually, Owen sat up, and took a deep breath, his eyes raking over her face and chest. He pulled out slowly, and pushed back in once, watching her face carefully for any signs of pain. Y/N closed her eyes and let her lips fall apart as the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt shot through her.
“Oh my god.”
She moaned breathily, bringing her hands up around Owen’s neck, as he pushed into her again, filling her up and stretching her deliciously. He stopped at her words, eyes filled with worry.
“I-I’m sorry, are you okay?”
She opened her eyes and looked at him, pupils dilated and heavy with lust.
“Don’t stop.”
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, but moved tentatively, watching her face in wonderment. She moaned loudly as he thrust into her with a little more force, and he stopped again, afraid he’d hurt her. Not even opening her eyes, she squeezed his shoulder.
“Owen, if you stop again, I might actually stab you. You feel fucking incredible. Please, don’t stop.”
Owen groaned at her words, and pushed into her, letting himself relax. He built up a steady pace, thrusting into her gently, and biting at her neck. Y/N moaned hedonistically in his ear, spurring him on. He moved faster, and started thrusting harder, relishing in the noises of utter pleasure that escaped her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arching into him, letting him hit all of the spots she needed him to hit. He angled his hips carefully, and sat up a little, watching her face as he pushed into her again. She groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as she bucked her hips into him, and he smirked.
“There we go.”
She looked at him in total awe, and he pulled out again, before watching her face contort with pleasure when he thrust in.
“Faster, O. Please.”
He smirked, and pressed a kiss to her temple, upping the tempo, and listening to her delicious moans as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. He could feel the familiar sensation growing within him too, and he dropped his head to her shoulder, sucking hard on the skin there, and began to fuck her, hips slamming against her. She gasped and writhed beneath him, desperate for release, and he reached a hand between them, circling her clit with his thumb.
“Hold it, baby.”
She whimpered in his ear, begging for him to finish her. Owen moaned quietly and bit down on her skin as he reached the edge, pressing his thumb down against her clit as he did so.
“Cum for me, gorgeous.”
Y/N let out a cry, and Owen groaned as her walls tightened around him, pulling him over the edge with her. They rode out their orgasms together, Y/N’s hand coming to rest in his hair as he continued to moan softly in her ear. He collapsed onto her, and the room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, occasional whimpers leaving Y/N as aftershocks from her orgasm coursed through her body. Owen sat up and pulled out of her carefully, discarding the condom in the trash, and pulling her into his chest. She curled into him instinctively, letting him pull the blankets over them, before resting her head on his chest, and lying between his legs.
“Are you okay?”
He asked her quietly, kissing her hair softly. She looked up at him, and smiled, pressing a kiss to his jawline.
“That was perfect.”
He rolled his eyes, but looked pleased.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She shrugged, and moved around so that she was leaning on his chest, looking up at his flushed cheeks. He continued running his hands through her hair, looking at her with adoring eyes.
“Meh, hardly. It was worth it anyway.”
She grinned, and he bit his lip, shooting her a cheesy wink.
“Give me 2 minutes and I’ll give you round two.”
She raised her eyebrows at him, and he grinned, flipping her over and leaning down to kiss her.
“I’ve got over a year of stamina built up, baby, I wanna use it.”
She collapsed into giggles, bringing a hand up to his neck, and kissing him through her laugh. She was utterly in love with him, and nothing could ever change that.
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
Word count: 1.1K
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.
Walking down the halls, I have my sunset curve ep, blaring in my ears. I get to my locker and open it, so I could fetch my lunch, before heading outside to meet up with Julie and Flynn.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, which causes me to turn around. I see nick standing behind me with a smile, so I remove my earphones and return the smile.
"Hey, what's up?" I ask him while I put my earphones into my back pocket.
"Nothing really, I just wanted to ask if you wanna be dance partners. Julie seemed on edge the other day, so I can tell she's not comfortable with me as a partner. I know that your partner got suspended yesterday so you're looking for a new one anyway."
"I would totally say yes, but Julie would be alone?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"Nope because luckily, your partner was friends with Flynn's partner, who is also suspended. So Flynn and Julie are gonna dance together." He explains which inevitably leaves me in a position where I can't say no to him.
"Yeah sure." I smile at him, and he grabs me and pulls me into a hug, which was rather unexpected. The thing that was even more unexpected was the fact that Luke was standing behind nick, with his arms crossed, and a pout on his face. After nick and I broke away from the hug, and he said goodbye, I tried to go over to Luke to explain, but he poofed out before I could talk.
The rest of the school day, was boring to say the least. I was also extremely worried about Luke, he might've gotten the wrong idea when he saw nick and I, which I can't exactly be mad about because it's understandable, but at the same time he should've let me explain.
When school got out, I asked Julie if I could tag along to hers, because I needed to see Luke, and she agreed. When we got to the house, I said hello to mr. Molina and Carlos before walking to the studio that they have in their back yard.
"Luke?" I call out as I enter. "Can you please just let me explain before you over dramatize what you saw."
"I don't over dramatize things." I hear from behind me.
"Yea you do." I turn to face him and he still has that angry pout on his face.
"Do you have a new boyfriend now?" He speaks.
"Yes and his name is Luke, now will you stop being so childish and give me love and attention." I make grabby hands at like, although I can't actually touch him. He walks past me and sits down on the couch.
"Go ask your new boyfriend to give you that."
"You're being serious right now? You're jealous of nick?"
"AHA so that's his name."
"Just because I said his name doesn't mean I'm interested in him."
"Well it certainly doesn't mean you hate him, I saw that hug."
"I hug everyone, besides he was the one who hugged me." I cross my arms and sit on the coffee table in front of him.
"Then what did he want?"
"He asked if we could be partners." Luke gives me a shocked face, "for our dance class, since my original partner got suspended and Julie didn't like dancing with him."
"Oh."
"Yeah oh. Maybe next time you should let me talk before you get all moody. Especially when it involves nick, the guy Julie's had a crush on for months."
"Okay so I was a little dramatic, you can't blame me, the guy has good hair."
"But you have even better hair." I reach my arm out and shove Luke's shoulder in a teasing way, and without actually realizing, my hand actually does touch his shoulder, and doesn't just go through it.
"How did you do that?" Luke looks at me with wide eyes.
"Do what?" I ask confused at his sudden mood change. Before he replies, he grabs me and pulls me into a hug, just like nick did this morning, but it was definitely more welcomed.
"Luke you're squishing me." I say to him. "You're squishing me." I say with more shock after realizing what was happening. I can touch Luke, and Luke can touch me. I instantly wrap my arms around his neck and hug him tight.
We hear a gasp from the studio door and see Reggie standing there.
"You guys can touch?" He asks with confusion clear in his voice.
"Apparently so." I state.
"I want a hug." He says before running straight for me, I open my arms wide, but as soon as Reggie reaches me, he goes straight through my body, leaving a cold chill throughout my insides.
I turn to face Reggie and see he has a disappointed face. "I just wanted a hug." He whimpers.
Luke walks up to him and hugs him tight.
"Someday, buddy." He whispers in his ear, loud enough for me to hear.
I smile at the two boys in front of me, and truest appreciate the people I have around me.