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[indent]Owen hadn’t taken his foot off the pedal the whole way home. He was scared, optimistic, and excited all in one. To say he was speeding was an understatement; the speed limit was sixty five miles per hour, Owen was easily cresting one hundred. That’s what happens when you have an Aventador, a long straight stretch of highway, and you’re emotionally distressed. All the windows were down, and the top was down. Owen could think more clearly this way, even though the resulting winds whipped his mother’s hair around. While it had taken them almost thirty minutes to drive from the house to Captain Cuddles, it only took them eighteen minutes to get home.

Once there, Owen parked his car in front of the steps, and threw the door open, stopping suddenly as he saw his father waiting for them. Troy, chose to ignore him for a moment, and looked over at Kylie, [color=3545c4][b]“She ruined my night. I sent the boys home. I think she’s asleep. It’s totally Trixie, in case that wasn’t clear.”[/b][/color]
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You know… her mother did lift her heart and give her hope, while she was on the helicopter. She needed to hear her voice and that meant the world to her because she missed her. She missed daddy. She missed all her brothers. Trixie wanted to believe she could fix this, that she could pick up the broken pieces, put them back together, mend her fucked up mistake, take her mother’s words and do exactly as she said. [i]Be strong.[/i]

But it was hard. 

How could she have faith that things were going to be okay? That this wasn’t going to be the end? That things would work out? That Owen would forgive her? That he wouldn’t hate her for breaking his heart?

For leaving him. 

That was the thing, she couldn’t know until she saw him again. Until she could apologize. Until she could tell him how horrible she was.

But, why didn’t he answer her call? Why didn’t he text her back? Why did he ignore her? All she wanted was to say she was sorry...

She deserved this. She deserved to be used by her friends. She deserved being hated by the man that had her heart. She deserved to be alone. 

[i]Hiccup[/i].

Laying on Owen’s bed, hugging his cat, her hand resting on her phone, Trixie’s eyes were closed, make up ruined from all the crying. She was steadying her breathing. Her Uncle Ty had carried her in here, because she could hardly stand. He held her like she was a little girl and she couldn’t help but feel safe, even if life could do terrible things and her heart felt like it was shattered into a million pieces. Trixie thought Jamie made her feel better, she thought her mother made her feel better, she thought her uncle and his friends made her feel better, but that was all a lie.

She didn’t feel good at all. 
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[color=dc143c][b]“What are you waiting for?”[/b][/color] Kylie softly spoke to her son. [color=dc143c][b]
“Go see her.”[/b][/color] This was a lot for a mother to take in. She didn’t know if she should be mad, or sad, or happy, but she did know that her son loved this girl and that he’s been waiting for this night, for what felt like a long time. She knew this girl was what made him happy. Love, as messy as it was, was the reason why most people chose to wake up. She couldn’t deny her baby of that. 

Owen wasn’t nervous; Owen didn’t get nervous. Owen wasn’t afraid; Owen didn’t get afraid. Owen was worried; Owen got worried about Trixie. Trixie was worth worrying about, and Owen felt awful that he hadn’t gotten a single one of her texts, heard a single one of her voicemails, or even seen one of the snapchats she had sent him. After his mother spoke, he gave her a nod, before glancing at his father. [color=3545c4][b]“The fuck are you lookin’ at me for, boy?”[/b][/color] Troy asked, and Owen nodded. Good enough.

He turned and went to the sweeping staircase, taking them three at a time. He felt bad that he had to cut his date with his mother short, and he’d have to make it up to her another time; and he would, Owen wasn’t the type of person to let something like that fall. But first, he had to see Trixie, so they could at least talk. Owen reached the summit of the staircase, and heard a sound emanating from his room that he knew very well.

[b]“Mau.”[/b]

His heart sunk a bit, because he knew how his cat was.

Meanwhile, in Owen’s room, Oreo the cat was mau’ing and trying to get out Trixie’s arms. Trixie was cool, yes, but he liked Owen more, and he could [i]hear[/i] him. [i]Let me go, woman![/i] [b]“Mau!”[/b]

Her eyes snapped open from the stupor that she was in. Oh fuck, he was here? She wasn’t ready. Should she pretend to be sleeping? Or like, hide? 

[i]Why would you hide, Trixie? You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? Here’s your chance. [/i]

Taking a deep breath in, she released the cat. Her mind was telling her body to sit up and yet she couldn’t move. Like at all. She was stuck. She was too nervous. [i]Freedom![/i] [b]“MAU!”[/b] Oreo meowed, before dragging his sandpaper like tongue across her face, and bounding off of the bed and exiting the room through the open door, finding himself beside Owen just a few steps down the hall. He nuzzled against Owen’s leg, and a few more Maus could be heard.

Then there were more steps, and Owen walked into the doorway, looking at the form of the woman he loved, possibly more than he should at this point, and felt his heart wrench a bit. He steadied himself, though, and offered the first line of dialogue. [color=a52521][b]“Hey, Trixie.”[/b][/color]

Okay, big girl steps. Slowly and dizzily, she pushed herself up, keeping her back faced away from him. After wiping under her eyes, seeing her mascara now on her fingers, she looked down at her black dress. This wasn’t how she imagined their reunion being. Pinching at her dress, she bashfully replied, [color=15603A][b]“Hi, Owen.”[/b][/color] Saying his name made this moment all the more real. Her chest was moving with her breathing, which seemed to be picking up as their interaction slowly went on. If she faced him, would he think she was ugly? 

This was a lot more daunting than she ever imagined it to be. 

[color=a52521][b]“Was the cat okay? Like — was he nice?”[/b][/color] Owen asked, and he could hear an offended mau from behind him. Owen shook his head, and leaned against the doorway a bit. This was going better than he’d thought, but he figured he could blame most of that on the alcohol that was in her system. [color=a52521][b]“He’s pretty mean to everyone that isn’t, y’know… me.”[/b][/color] Owen could have done better, but he wasn’t sure what to say, or where to go with this conversation.

Did her being here mean that he and her were together again? Were things going to go back to normal? Or did she just have something bad happen at the party and she needed to run to him for help? That was a possibility; she could have needed help, or protection from some guy. She’d probably come to him for that sort of scenario.

[color=15603A][b]“He was good to me…”[/b][/color] She whispered in response. Trixie wanted to clean her face, but he was by the door, which meant she had to go through him if she wanted to go to the bathroom. [color=15603A][b]“I…”[/b][/color] She put all her focus on standing up. Once she was standing up, she had regrets. Her legs felt weak. 

Truthfully, she wanted to fall back and lay down. Let his bed be her grave. [color=15603A][b]“...don’t expect you to forgive me.”[/b][/color]  Her heart was telling her to turn around, but she didn’t want him to see how bad she looked. She looked so ugly. [color=15603A][b]“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. For everything.”[/b][/color] Nodding to herself, relieved that she was able to say what she wanted to say, Trixie felt like it was best for her to go back to Alaska, where she couldn’t hurt anyone else like she did with Owen. Go back to her family. 

Gripping at the sides of her dress, she hiccupped once more, before adding, [color=15603A][b]“I know everything now. None of that makes up for what I’ve done. So, I’ll just say—”[/b][/color]

Owen stepped forward and put a hand on her shoulder, turning her around to face him. [color=a52521][b]“Trixie. Stop talking, and kiss me like you miss me.”[/b][/color] As far as Owen was concerned, they could work the finer details out in the morning. Everything he’d wanted to hear, he already had. Now, he just wanted to be in the moment with her.

Her mind cycled through emotions, quicker than a kid changed channels. Love wasn’t a spoken language. All they had to do was look into each other’s eyes to see how much they meant to the other. Her insecurities were non-existent when he was this close to her. Letting her hands slide up his chest, a body she’s missed for far too long, Trixie listened and didn't say a word. No need for arguing. No, when her hands were around his neck, she allowed the swirl of emotions to do the talking. Lust, desire, want. Lifting herself up with her toes, she connected their lips. 

Finally. 

A kiss that nearly took the air out of her with how much force was behind it. He was warm and soft. 

She needed this. 

She needed him.  [/indent]