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Text 📲 Owen.

miles: what if i said it involves Tristan

owen: bigger no, tf

Text 📲 Owen.

Miles: look I know you don’t like me but I need your help.

Owen: no?

✉️ —- Owen

Anya: thanks for not saying anything..

Owen: i can only keep so many people from decking you and zoe probably isn't one of them, so yw i guess.

whiter straighter| bianca

Bianca: sighed and let Owen guide her out of the car. As he pulled her up she stumbled a little, thankful through her frustration that his arm was there to steady her. “Me being difficult?” She laughed and rolled her eyes. In her eyes he was the one being difficult. She was the one to bring it up, she was the one to admit that maybe it wasn’t just sex. She didn’t want to be the one to say anymore. She was already scared she’d said too much. “Go to bed then. Ignoring my problems has always been my strong suit anyway”

Owen: was grateful that she at least complied with his guidance, neither speaking until they were back in his room, leaving Bianca to her devices on the bed he set her onto as he walked away to change back into the more casual clothing he'd had on before picking her up. "Then we'll just both keep ignoring our problems like we do with everything else. I'm sure they'll go away," he shrugged tensely, sliding into the opposite end of the bed.

whiter straighter| bianca

Bianca: rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. The back and forth she usually loved to take part in was now driving her crazy. “I don’t care. If you wanna talk we can talk but I also wouldn’t mind sleeping. I’m not deciding for you” she snapped in reply. Bianca didn’t know what she wanted and was scared either way. If they talked it could be weird and things could change between them. But if they didn’t talk it would stay awkward and unnatural like this which she didn’t want either. “Or option number three- we could just pretend today never happened?”

Owen: huffed, exhausted by the back and forth that got them nowhere. "Don't get pissy with me," he commanded, letting himself out of the car before heading to her side to help her out. A force of habit, he reached for her hand to pull her to her feet, an arm around her back to steady her. "I don't particularly want to ignore it and keep things like this forever, but if you're gonna be difficult, then I'm going to bed," he decided, wordless as he brought them both into the house and up the stairs.

✉ KC

KC: the crazy couldn't be that bad.

KC: he has my dad's, which makes me want to punch a wall cause my dad sucks.

Owen: i expect her to cut me on a daily basis

Owen: shave them off

✉ Tris

Owen: I did say usually.

Tris: You still shouldn't have to deal with all her drama.

Owen: Why are you so against her rn?

whiter straighter| bianca

Bianca: let out a small laugh as she drunkenly recognized her surroundings. “You really didn’t need to bring me here” she mumbled, undoing her seatbelt. She was about to get out of the car when he turned towards her. “It’s up to you Owen” she said quietly and leaned her head against the seat, eyelids heavy. “Do you want to talk? I don’t want you to just talk to me because I’m drunk and it’s late and you felt bad for me. Just do what you want” it all came out a little faster than she expected and she had to take a deep breath to calm herself once she’d finished.

Owen: didn't respond; they both knew he wasn't going to plop her off at her aunt's at this hour and in this state, even if it may have lessened the tension sure to come. "It's up to you," he countered, undoing his seatbelt. "You should know better than to think I'd give you anything out of pity, I'm not that nice," he argued dryly, humor somewhere hidden in the comment. "So do what /you/ want."

✉ Tris

Owen: She means well usually.

Tris: Does she? Because attacking you in a group chat definitely doesn't seem like meaning well.

Owen: I did say usually.

whiter straighter| bianca

Bianca: was surprised to find a small smile spread across her lips and she finally was able to gather up the bravery to look towards him. “Well it is what we do best apparently” she teased but it came out slightly bitter, she still wasn’t completely over the things he’d said. Even though she’d said much worse. “I’m not trying to be a bitch. I’m just tired” she wasn’t lying, she was exhausted. But that definitely wasn’t why she was so quiet. She wished she could read his mind and know what he was thinking. She usually felt so comfortable around him and now she felt uneasy. She couldn’t help but think that maybe she should’ve just kept her mouth shut about everything.

Owen: hummed a gentle acknowledgement at her words, finding a tiny smile tug at his own lips when she finally faced him. "It works most of the time," he added, pulling into the driveway and cutting the engine. Leaving the keys in the ignition, he adjusted himself to face her, nervously running a heavy hand through his bangs. "I am too," he agreed, reminded of his own wave of tire. "We can just go to sleep if you don't want to talk," he offered hesitantly, knowing in the back of his mind that the talk would have to come eventually.

✉️ — Owen

Owen: rip the bandaid off?

Anya: still hurts

Owen: at least i'm the one that told you.

✉️ — Owen

Owen: not even a little bit?

Owen: i didn't do it to get back at you.

Anya: you said it so bluntly.. i just- i dunno..

Owen: rip the bandaid off?

✉️ — Owen

Anya: aren’t you though?

Anya: ok. I married someone, you fucked Bianca.. are we even yet? I’m so tired of this.

Owen: not even a little bit?

Owen: i didn't do it to get back at you.

whiter straighter| bianca

Bianca: snickered at his comment and shook her head. “I mean I didn’t do much to stop that but I guess I’m lucky” she still didn’t look at him while she spoke, too scared to. The last day had been emotionally exhausting. The fight with him, which she did nothing but fuel, hurt her more than she wanted to show. Going from that emotion to being scared shitless that she’d revealed too much and ruined their friendship was enough to make her feel sick. Alcohol usually helped numb her feelings but tonight it had somehow done the opposite. That and the fact that she hadn’t been sleeping well lately combined making her feel something she didn’t feel often. Fragile. “It’s okay. You don’t have to offer that. I’ll just sneak in my window or something”

Owen: offered a lazy smile the best he could in the situation. "Guess so." It was a taxing night for the both of them, and in any other world, he'd be fine to drive in silence, but he knew they would never get anywhere that way, and he had to assume she knew the same. The roll of his eyes was instant as she meekly declined the offer, and his car was soon turning down the next street to head home. "Do we need to insult each other or something to stop acting like we just met?"

✉️ — Owen

Anya: well, now you do.

Anya: why not?

Owen: lucky me.

Owen: you married someone. i could be doing worse things.

✉️ — Owen

Anya: ok Owen.

Anya: nah, send them to Bianca.

Owen: i mean it, i had no clue about any of this.

Owen: don't do that

whiter straighter| bianca

Bianca: wrapped her arms around her legs in the seat and looked straight ahead. She felt a small amount of relief when he was the first to break the silence but still had no idea what to say. Even something as simple as hello felt impossible. “Thanks for picking me up” she said struggling to keep her voice steady. She was never this unsure of herself and she hated it.

Owen: hated this already. It was so infrequent that she was this reserved, especially with him, but he knew that the dynamics weren't the same anymore. It wasn't fair to blame her for behaving how he'd prefer to himself. "Thanks for not getting snatched," he returned, a weak attempt at humor as he pulled back onto the road towards his house out of habit. "Am I - are you staying the night?"

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