16.8.1. Gone In 60 Seconds

Two styrofoam coffee cups clutched in his hand, Owen made his way towards the entrance of On The Rox . Thanking the bouncer who held the door open for him, he eased inside. Arriving thirty minutes earlier than the performance, he was apparently arriving late on Dee’s watch. The coffee was nothing more than a peace offering.

Almost on cue, his cell phone began to vibrate before the embarrassing ring tone Dee programmed into his phone began to play. The Temptations’ My girl began to surface from his jacket pocket. Brushing off the odd gazes thrown in his direction, he placed one of the cups onto a table, before fishing around for his phone.

Muse: Owen Parker
Fondom: Original Character
Word Count: 665

Amongst the chaos at work, I’m taking a moment out of my day to post link to this. There’s nothing better than a little patriotic advertising once in a while.

Owen raked his slender fingers through his dark hair while his vehicle came to a stop at a read light. He casted a glance in Dee’s direction before he smiled. With all the work, and the dilemma that Robert and Natalie were going though, they finally had an evening to gather the four individuals together. Amongst everything it was Robert’s idea to bring Dee to the beach house, and with Natalie encouragement, Owen couldn’t possible say no.

The light flicked to green and his attention fell back to the rode. “So, are ya excited to meet my roommates?” Although they were more than roommates. They were friends, colleges, and, well, family.

Dressed casually in a red plaid jacket, white t-shirt, and true religion jeans, Owen rarely dressed formally on the weekends, which was weird considering he usually dressed like he was ready to work.

Taking a relatively long drag of his cigarette, Owen finished it off before pushing the butt outside his car window. In all honesty he did know where the fuck he was. Finding Jacky’s house was proving to be like finding a needle in a haystack. Impossible. Unfolding the white sheet of paper that had her address handwritten on it, he craned his neck to glance at the street signs.

He’d been at this for over an hour, and refused to admit he was lost. Stubborn creatures, males are. It was the reason why he hasn’t called her as of yet. Jacky meant a lot to Owen. He thought of her as his younger sister, and she helped fill the gap that had been empty for so many years. Doing a very brotherly thing, Owen suggested that she’d come stay with him while she fount off her fever, or whatever she had.

Comparing the name on the paper, to the name on the street sign, he was in denial. They matched. Finding it called for another well deserved cigarette. Turning onto her street, Owen stopped himself from grabbing the pack. Jacky was sick and he didn’t want the second hand smoke to make her feel worse. At that thought, he opened all the windows to his car, airing all the toxics out.

Pulling up to her house, Owen exited his vehicle and hurried up the steps. He was incredibly wait, and hoped that she wasn’t worried. His knuckle came in contact with the wood, before he reached down and turned the doorknob. It was open.

Letting himself in, he let his presence be known, “Hey, Kiddo. I’m finally here.”

[OOCBendy time is in play, this takes place around March 6th]

Unpacking had been just as much hell as packing. It was safe to say, Owen hated traveling; however, he was glad he agreed to go with his boyfriend and daughter. Dragging his drained feet across the hardwood in his apartment, he made an attempt to scroll through the picture he took with Adam and C, but something prevented him to do so.

The thought of Dee haunted him all throughout his trip to Paris. Raking his fingers through his dishevelled hair, he reached for his cell phone instead of the camera. Scrolling past Adam’s name, he stopped at Dee’s.

He tried to convince himself that the only reason she was constantly on his mind was because he was worried. Although her condition was improving greatly, he was scared that they had left her too soon, or that’s what he kept telling himself.

His phone automatically dialled her number before he raised it to his ear, exiting his bedroom. Yawning, he sank into his couch, aimlessly staring at the muted television. Family guy wasn’t worthwhile without Peter’s hilarious voice actor to incompany the graphics.