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[indent]Rousing from a [i]heavy[/i] slumber, gradually and reluctantly opening her eyes to the harsh light peering in Owen’s open balcony door, Trixie sluggishly lifted herself up. The slight movement caused the soft sheet to drop to reveal her bare chest. Under his sheet, she was undoubtedly naked. Stretching her arms above her head, she yawned wildly. The sunlight was blinding. It didn’t help that she was incredibly hungover. On top of the ache in her head, her body was sore from the… events… that transpired last night. Was she and Owen back together? 

Lifting the sex sheets, she examined them and smiled to herself. Drunk her was crazy but thanks to drunk her she was here, with Owen. There was some of her night that was vague. She remembered making a grand entrance with Marshall, dancing spicy, because that’s how she danced, spicy, used the bathroom, learning too much about her cousin’s dick, and… Ophelia’s face flickered in Trixie’s mind, causing her to frown. That’s right. She learned about the lie. Looking around his room, which hadn’t changed a bit, Trixie wondered where Owen was. She probably should get up or she’d be late for— she wasn’t going to school. 

For once, she could clear everything up with Owen. Clean their slate. Start over. She wasn’t going to ruin that by going to school. She missed yesterday, she could miss today too. Up until this week her attendance was perfect. The teachers should be fine that she’s taking a mental health day. With all the shit she has been through, she deserved it. 

[b]“Mau?”[/b] It wasn’t Owen, but it was a close second! Oreo hopped onto the bed from the floor and trotted to Trixie’s face, putting his paw on her face. [b]“Mau.”[/b] She was still here… The cat hadn’t expected her to stay the entire evening, let alone still be here. And now, she was in his bed. [b]“Mau.”[/b] He pushed at her face. Go away.

Not really able to speak cat, the first thing that came to Trixie’s mind was: he wants love and attention. So, she did exactly that. Wrapping her arms around Oreo, she put him in a cradle like he was her baby and rubbed their noses together, [b][color=15603A]“Good morning, Oreooo!”[/color][/b]

DEVIL WOMAN.

[b]“Mau! Mau! Mau! Mau!”[/b] Oreo complained, squirming and twisting in Trixie’s arms. Who did this woman think she was!? If his human wasn’t so fond of her, Oreo would FUCK. HER. UP.

As Oreo meowed aggressively, there was a knock on the door frame, drawing attention to Oreo’s savior: Owen. The boy was holding a bowl of cereal in his hands, and was in just his boxers. He took a bite, and crunched it. [color=a52521][b]“Hey, Trixie.”[/b][/color] He swallowed down the food and looked at Oreo, [color=a52521][b]“Oreo would like freedom of movement, and to be put down. I think.”[/b][/color]

[b][color=15603A]“Oh.”[/color][/b] Freeing the cat, Trixie modestly covered herself with the sheet. For some reason, she felt kind of shy. They had sex million times before, why was this time different? Pushing her hair behind her right ear, she whispered, [b][color=15603A]“Sorry, Oreo.”[/color][/b] Her gaze went from the cat to her not-so-long-ago-ex. She gave an awkward smile. Here they were. She was sober and he was eating cereal. 

Oreo was gone seconds after Trixie put him down, leaping back off of the bed and retreating behind Owen’s legs. He would get his bed back when Satan was gone. He nuzzled against Owen’s leg as Owen took another bite of cereal, before nudging Oreo out of the room. There was a short look of betrayal from the cat to the man, but Oreo left.

[color=3545c4][b]“You better get this fucking cat back into your room!”[/b][/color]

Owen shut the door without responding to his dad. Owen sat the bowl of cereal down on his dresser and approached the bed, kneeling down at the edge of it and putting his chin on the edge of the bed, looking across the way at Trixie. [color=a52521][b]“Come here, Trix.”[/b][/color]

That expression on his face caused her chest to have a sudden, sharp ache. She still felt guilty. She still felt like she didn’t deserve any of this. She still felt… horrible. [color=a52521][b]“Come [i]on[/i], lover,”[/b][/color] Owen said with a soft voice, reaching out with his hand gesturing her toward him with his finger.

A mess. She was a mess, with and without him. Cautiously and [i]very[/i] cat like, she baby crawled to him. The sheet no longer covering her, her long, ebony hair, loose and unruly, and her eyes on his. Her defenses were down and she felt vulnerable. Her heart beat distracted her from thinking negative thoughts. She couldn’t think about anything but him and it was… daunting. Her face was inches away from his, when she whispered,  [b][color=15603A]“Hi, Kitty.”[/color][/b]

[color=a52521][b]“It’s good to see you.”[/b][/color] Owen reached out and brushed some of her hair out of her eyes. [color=a52521][b]“You’re sexy.”[/b][/color] He leaned forward and kissed her lips gently, letting it only last a second. [color=a52521][b]“I forgot [i]how[/i] sexy.”[/b][/color] He smiled and nuzzled their noses together. While Trixie was freaking out internally, and even somewhat externally, Owen was as controlled as always. After the night before, Owen considered things alright between them — even if she didn’t [i]quite[/i] yet.

Tracing his lip with the tip of her finger, taking in her present, she watched him with adoration and devotion. She wasn’t going to make the same mistakes again, that’s for sure. Tracing her finger down to his chin, she lifted his head a little so she could get a better look at him, [b][color=15603A]“I’ve missed you.”[/color][/b] She admitted. 

Owen let her move his head so she could get the angle she wanted and smiled after she spoke. [color=a52521][b]“I had a feeling,”[/b][/color] he winked at her and smiled — something Owen didn’t do [i]that[/i] much anymore. Especially not [i]this[/i] smile, the one that he knew made Trixie feel…[i]things[/i]. He pushed against her hand and met eyes with her again. [color=a52521][b]“I missed you, too.”[/b][/color]

He was a little devil. Knowing all of her like the palm of his hand. All her triggers that turned her on. She brought her head closer and nipped at his lip,  [b][color=15603A]“Are you just going to keep staring or are you going to fuck me? All you’re doing is making me wet.”[/color][/b] Yeah, she still had her thirst from last night. 

[color=a52521][b]“If I tease you enough, you turn into an animal. It’s great. Makes it a little hard to sit, since my back gets a litttleee fucked up, but…”[/b][/color] Owen trailed off, reaching out and brushing some of her hair out of her eyes, shaking his head. He laughed, then leaned forward to kiss her again. [color=a52521][b]“We probably shouldn’t yet. I’m sorry, but we can do it whenever we want. And we will.”[/b][/color] Owen explained, reaching underneath the bed and grabbing her panties. [color=a52521][b]“Put these on. If I knew where your bra was, I’d give it to you too… Shouldn’t you call Riley or something? I know you, and I [i]know[/i] you’ll want to make a statement. Besides, you have to tell everyone I don’t have baby dick.”[/b][/color] Owen kissed her cheek and stood up straight.

[color=a52521][b]“Well, Riley might be kinda fucked… Here.”[/b][/color] Owen went back to his cereal and picked it back up, beginning to crunch at the cereal, before snatching his phone and pulling his phone off of the dresser, then browsed to Riley’s Instagram and pulled the video up, handing it over to Trixie.

First, she was denied, which hurt. He didn’t want her. She pouted at the thought, but then her attention was immediately brought to his phone. Pressing play, Trixie placed the phone on the bed, grabbed her panty, and as she watched the video, she slipped it on, [b][color=15603A]“Oh no, Riley.”[/color][/b] Last night turned out not being good for a few of them. Though, her night was debatable. She’d like to think it ultimately was a success because it ended with her screwing her ex. 

Wait. 

With her panty on and the video ending, Trixie gave Owen a confused look,  [b][color=15603A]“Are we…?”[/color][/b] She needed to make sure that there wasn’t any grey lines between them.  That she could make up for hurting him, while they dated. 

[color=a52521][b]“I threw you against the wall last night, like seriously,”[/b][/color] Owen pointed at the wall beside the bed, where there was a hole in the drywall. [color=a52521][b]“I’d say we’re together, at least. Besides, babe.”[/b][/color] Owen reached down to her left hand and pulled it up to her face, where the ring he’d given her almost a year ago was back in its proper place. [color=a52521][b]“You’re wearing the ring.”[/b][/color]

Bringing her left hand to her chest, feeling her ring with her right, her eyes welled up. [b][color=15603A]“Okay.”[/color][/b] She gave a shaky smile, the tears trailing down her face. Not ready to cry her heart out, she immediately wiped the tears away and spoke her thoughts outloud, [b][color=15603A]“I need to call Brian. He hates me, but he’ll be able to get what I want done. I don’t think Riley will go to school, for a good reason too… this will be hard for him to come back from. And…”[/color][/b] Even though he said good things about her and Owen, he called out a specific person, which took guts. Something she has never been able to do. [b][color=15603A]“...Hailey.”[/color][/b] Was all she could say. 

[color=a52521][b]“Yep, seems like he’s fucked, huh? Hailey’s gonna feel some type of way with Riley trash talking the buttle.”[/b][/color] Owen reached out and grabbed his phone. Remembering that she mentioned she had to call Brian, Owen made a face, [color=a52521][b]“hey, I don’t want to talk to him, so don’t tell him I’m here. Brian always wants something from me, it’s a pain in the ass”[/b][/color] He shook his head and sat back down on the bed, laying on his back and stretching his legs out. [color=a52521][b]“It’s good to have you back. If you want, I’m totally available for straddling while you call Brian. Just going to play this mobile game and stay out of it.”[/b][/color] Owen explained, pulling his phone out and tapping a few things to bring up the app he was interested in.

[color=a52521][b]“You could try texting him.”[/b][/color] Owen offered, as the sound of Tetris emanated from his phone.

[b][color=15603A]“At least until she graduates or like… he figures out how to make peace with the demon queen.”[/color][/b] Without a second thought, Trixie was on top of her boyfriend, but her straddling had a [i]goal[/i]. She placed herself at a specific spot, in a specific angle. After she grabbed her phone, which was at the edge of the bed, she looked for Brian’s name in her contacts,  [b][color=15603A]“He doesn’t text.”[/color][/b] She would know. They’ve had business calls before, which usually ended with him calling her a bitch. Subtly moving her body on top of Owen, on purpose, with intention, she called the man that would hopefully save the day. 

[color=a52521][b]“Brat.”[/b][/color] Owen said in protest, still focusing on his game as the phone dialed once, then twice. As always, Brian answered immediately as the third ring happened.

[color=0598bc][b]“Hello, this is Brian.”[/b][/color] Brian’s voice sounded off through the receiver, the same as always.

[b][color=15603A]“Hey Brian! It’s Trixie.”[/color][/b] Before he could protest and hang up, she racingly begged, [b][color=15603A]“Please-don’t-hang-up-it’s-important!”[/color][/b] 

[color=0598bc][b]“Very little that you do is important.”[/b][/color] Came Brian’s terse, annoyed response. However, he didn’t hang up. Was there a pause? Yes, but no click of the line. [color=0598bc][b]“You have one and a half minutes, starting now.”[/b][/color]

Taking a quick breath in and out, Trixie nodded and gave Brian the lowdown, [b][color=15603A]“I’m a bitch, you’re right, and I found out that Owen didn’t cheat on me. I’d like to make an announcement on the morning show via skype and I need your help. I understand this isn’t necessarily your jurisdiction, but based on a video that transpired last night, I don’t think Riley will be going to school today and you are one of the most reliable, efficient people I know. If you do me a favor, I promise I’ll pay you back ten fold!”[/color][/b] She probably was going to regret that last statement. 

[color=0598bc][b]“There’s not a lot you could offer me. I tried to help out with the morning show and Brynn was a bitch and Riley a whiny baby. I don’t have time to work with either of those things. I saw the video. Why do I have to clean up Riley’s mess? Doesn’t seem fair. I don’t want to provide assistance where, quote unquote, ‘the creator’ of the show wants it. I offered already.”[/b][/color]

Owen reached up and tapped Trixie on the shoulder with a finger. [color=a52521][b]“Not going very well, then?”[/b][/color] He asked, able to tell mostly based on her subtler body movements. Plus, he knew Brian.

Her face did drop, but she gently brushed her boyfriend away, this was her battle. [b][color=15603A]“Brian. This isn’t for Riley. He can deal with his own mess. I need to clean mine and clear Owen’s name, but I am in no position to go to school right now. I understand this isn’t fair, and I won’t ask for anything after this, I just need your help. This one time. Then you can kiss the morning show goodbye and let it die. Right now all I care about is taking me and Owen, out of the spotlight.”[/color][/b] 

[color=0598bc][b]“Seems to me like being on the morning show via Skype from, I assume, his bedroom is a poor way to do it. But fine. One last thing. After this, don’t call me anymore. Agreed?”[/b][/color]

Obediently and hoping in the future she [i]didn’t[/i] need him, Trixie gave a certain reply, [b][color=15603A]“Agreed.”[/color][/b] 

[color=0598bc][b]“Okay.”[/b][/color] [i]Click.[/i]

[color=a52521][b]“Is it over? Let’s get you back out of those clothes. We have time.”[/b][/color]

[i]Knock. Knock.[/i]

Owen’s eyes flicked over toward the door. [color=a52521][b]“Mother[i]fucker[/i], this had better be good.”[/b][/color][/indent]
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[color=slategray]Welcome to Wednesday! The boat party was… something. Maybe not explosive as the New Year’s party, but it had its moments. Now we’re here to suffer the fallout before we move forward. Good luck with another day in BHHS![/color]