*Owen’s POV*

“Hey, Owen. I’m so sorry for bothering you, while you’re so sick.” I say, crossing my legs on his comfy chair.

“Oh, forget it. I was getting lonely and bored, anyway.” Owen says, giving a small laugh as he lay upright on his bed, with a box of tissues and a book. “School was that bad?”

“Gosh, Harry is just a pain.” I rolled my eyes.

“Harry? You were with him?” Owen laughed.

“Yeah, Bella made me get into his car so they could drive me to school. I tired to walk but I got so tired five minutes in.”

“Jesus, Destiny. You know what the doctor said about walking. You should’ve asked your mom or come straight to me. How about the busses? Were they being crap today?”

“As always.” I laughed lightly.

“He was real hurt you know. You broke his heart. After you left for Canada, he was so fricken depressed. No one saw him sober for a month. Until he started dating Bella, but still then he still drank alot.” Owen says.

“About time I heard that one, no?” I say, giving him a small smile. “Plan well done, I guess.”

“You’re still up for this? I mean you can still back out now. I’m pretty sure.” Owen insisted.

“Oh, god no. He won’t forgive me now, and I don’t want him to. We both know it. It was too late the moment I drove off in that car with you. So hush.”

“It’s going to kill you.”

“So? I’m going to die anyway.”

“Don’t say that.”

“The truth, Owen? You don’t want me to say the truth?”

*Two Hours Later*

“Destiny! This movie is so boring!” I huff overdramatically, as I drop my head onto my pillow.

“Shh. It’s my favourite part!” Destiny demands, covering my mouth with her hand, as she watches the last scene of the Ever After movie. Sighing, I cross my arms in front of my chest and glare at the TV.

The credit begins to roll on to the screen, and I shoot both arms into the air, “Finally!”

“Oh, shut up. It wasn’t that bad.” Destiny says, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah it was. All about that nasty love shit.”

“What? Shut up. It’s not nasty love shit. It’s adorable and fucking genuine love.”

“It’s stupid, Destiny.” I insist.

Destiny rolls her eyes again, “Whatever, Owen.”

“I shouldn’t have let you pick.” I say, giving her a small grin, before scrunching up my face as I felt a sneeze coming along.

“Tissue?” Destiny asks, as she hands me the Kleenex box.

I nod. “Thanks” I say, before sneezing loudly.

“Gosh, Owen! You have loud sneezes.” Destiny points out. Immediately my eyes light up and I shot her a devilish smile.

“Owen, you’re creeping me out …”

“You know what they say about loud sneezes?” I say, wiggling my eyebrows up and down, as I bite down on my lips.

“Uhm …” Destiny says, looking at me as if I had grown a third eyebrow, before we both burst out into laughter.

As the laughter dies down, I say, “Destiny?”

“Yeah, Owen?”

“Go to the Fall Ball Mascaraed Party with me.”

“Oh gross, Owen! Those things are so fucking cliché. Complete waste of time and money, looing for a dress, you’re never going to wear ever again.”

“Oh, come on. If this were last year, you would’ve been the first one to sign up. For me, please. I still need high school memories, Destiny. You don’t even need to go all out, wear something you had from before.” I insisted.

“Owen …” Destiny whined.

“Pease, Destiny. For me. Be my date.” I pleaded again.

“Fine, but we are going as friends.”

“Yay! Of course, not getting attached, remember.”

“Yeah.” Destiny nods, giving me a small laugh.

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