Owen’s hand flicked the shifter, kicking the car up a gear as he blew past the exit toward the estate where his grandfather lived.
What was he doing? Why did he always do this to himself? He was chasing pain. Chasing a bad decision. He knew that much, he really truly did. Maybe he was desperate. Maybe he just worried about her. Worrying about her was fair, right? He’d seen how bad Ophelia and Hailey were letting his Trixie get. They didn’t know what they were doing, they didn’t know her.
She had been drunk, upset, and he knew she was about five seconds away from a breakdown when he’d saw them. The right thing to do would have been to take her away from them, physically pull her aside and hold her until she felt better. But Owen was undeniably volatile at the moment, and Ophelia had egged him on. She’d set his time bomb off.
He would be okay, with time. But would Trixie? Owen didn’t know. He wanted to be back with her yes; romantically, sexually, emotionally, all that stuff. But most importantly? Owen wanted to know she was okay. If he knew she were okay, even if she wasn’t his, he’d be better. Maybe they’d never get back together (he really hoped that wasn’t the case), but Owen didn’t really blame her for anything that had happened, and he wanted her to be okay. She deserved to be okay.
He hit the shifter again, this time downshifting as he pulled up to the gate to the Stentorian Estate, where Trixie Kingsley stayed with her aunt and uncle, Ty and Juliana Locke. He reached out with a hand and punched in the number; it never changed and he’d put it in very, very many times over the years. The gate rolled open and Owen’s car revved up as he pulled inside, a sound that had not been heard on the Estate in almost two and a half months, but one that was unmistakable nonetheless.
He pulled up the driveway and parked in front of the Locke’s home. Owen’s car door opened upwards, and he stepped out of it, holding in his hand the stupid flower that the lil guy had given him. With a deep breath, he approached the door, and knocked. Stella and Luna would help him out, right?
Peeking through the curtain of the family room window, not so conspicuously, Stella ‘psst’ at her sister,
“OWEN IS HERE. Why is he here? Did Trixie and him get back together? What is he holding?”“I know as little as you do, Stel.” Luna dully stared at her sister by the archway that led to the front door. She was insufferable at times.
“You know… he probably can see you.” “WHAT?!” Like the silly girl that she was, Stella ducked to the ground. Down, down, down! Ha-hah! He didn’t see her. She was
too fast.
Rolling her eyes, Luna decided to ignore her sister and open the door.
“What?” Her response came out much shorter than she meant it to. Oh well. He was the one that cheated. He deserved it.
It had only been two months, but in the span of that two months, Owen had been happy to put Stella in the back of his head. He’d half considered waving at her, but ultimately decided to let her have her fun. When the door opened, and it was Luna that spoke to him, Owen considered turning around and leaving. He closed his eyes for a brief moment to steel himself, then he spoke up.
“Kid said I should give this to Trixie. Give it to her for me.” There. Fast, simple, and to the point. Owen didn’t need to explain his whole life story to these girls, no way. They barely deserved the bare minimum of details. Owen held out the beautiful red flower, and shook his head.
“It’s stupid, isn’t it?”“GIVE WHAT?” Stella yelled from the other room, before prancing toward the door and poking her head over Luna’s shoulder.
“Give what… hi, Owen.” She shyly whispered, as her gaze scanned the boy she hadn’t seen in AGES. Her eyes rested on the flowers. Aw. Owen was such a romantic. Always giving Trixie flowers. One day she’d have a boy to give her flowers. Though, honestly, she’d prefer plushies. Lots and lots of fluffy, soft teddies.
Raising an eyebrow, Luna’s expression showcased the thoughts: what do you think, dude? But the words that left her mouth were,
“You do it.” Trixie’s emotions were all over the place. She was not going to be caught in this mess and if he wanted her back so much, why didn’t he just go… talk to her? Granted, that could push her away. The situation was messy and Trixie was still very much sensitive over the fact that he cheated on her and then she threw her professionalism out the door and ruined him on the Black and Orange. Hey, at least she owned up to her article, unlike the Weekend Warrior.
“Are you crazy? I can’t do it.” Owen protested, stomping his foot before he looked over at Stella.
“Hi. Stella. Give this to Trixie.” Owen said, changing his plan of attack as he thrust out the flower in Stella’s direction. He couldn’t give it to her, didn’t they understand? He should have thrown the thing away. Owen’s protests carried on, before he even gave Stella a proper chance to respond or decline.
“You don’t understand. She can’t see me. I’ll just make things worse. She’s not okay. I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!” Though Owen was yelling, it wasn’t like when he yelled in the past; when he was angry and enraged. It was just a yell of someone who was speaking the truth: he didn’t know what to do.
“She can’t see you? Or you won’t see her?” Luna had faith that her cousin was a lot stronger than people made her out to be. Yes, she was emotional. Breaks up do that. And yes, plenty of times she wasn’t okay. But, she was working thing out. Today she was happier than she has been in awhile. It was like seeing the old Trixie again. A Trixie ready to face anything. No matter how much pain it brought her.
Hesitantly, Stella walked around her sister and gently pushed Owen’s hand, that held the flower, back to him,
“It would mean a lot more, if it came from you.” Trixie still very much loved this boy. If she didn’t, his stuff wouldn’t still be in her closet. His jacket, especially. If anything, Trixie was holding herself back from attacking him, in the romantic sense, whenever she could because she was protecting him. From her. Honestly, she could believe her cousin didn’t think she deserved happiness. Not the love kind of happiness. Not after what she did. This whole ordeal brought out the worst of her and now she must cleanse herself until she is fully okay. But no one can make her okay but herself. That doesn’t mean she should avoid her problems and avoid people that revolve around all of them. Owen was and still is very important to her cousin and so, he must be the one to give it to her. Not Luna. Not her. No one but himself. It was his gesture. For forgiveness? Or maybe just to show he still loves her? Stella didn’t know, but it felt right to say no. She was going to follow her instincts.
Owen drew in breath deeply through his nose. Fine; he could do it himself.
“Fine. You want me to give it to her? I will.” Owen grumbled, shouldering his way past the twins and into the house. Like clockwork, he walked down the hall and directly to Trixie’s room, where he took the flower and put it on the bed. He went to her drawers and withdrew a pen and a piece of paper, from the places he knew they never left.
Owen was here. Hi. Don’t be mad.He scribbled onto the piece of paper, and sat the flower on her bed with the note. Then he walked back to the twins, and glowered at them.
“There. Are you happy?” He demanded, running a hand through his hair.
“I left her a note too.”“Hm, I’d be happier with cake.” Luna lightheartedly teased. Truthfully, she was just happy neither Owen or Trixie were… sitting around anymore? The first step of getting better was admitting you weren’t okay. The second? Taking action.
“Strawberry shortcake! You should totally come back with cake.” Hey, if they asked favors, maybe it would be like the old times! Maybe on the cake he could say: I love you, Trixie. But Trixie may never see it… it probably would get eaten. Hm. This might not work in the forgiveness department, but it’ll at least make her and Luna’s tummies happy!
“I’m not coming back with a cake. I’m probably not coming back. She’s going to see the note and freak out and want me dead again.” Owen shrugged his shoulders helplessly and walked past the twins, sighing.
“Thanks for the help. Even if you weren’t really very helpful. I appreciate the thought.” With that, Owen slid into his car, and started it up.
“See ya next time, if there is a next time.”“Such a debbie downer!” “I’m sure there will be— ” “—a next time! Stay hopeful. It totally—” “—suits you.”“Trust us!”
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