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WHat are ur ships?

ooc: for the guys Owen&Drew, Owen&Fitz, Owen&Dallas, Owen&Cam in that order. for the girls Owen&Anya, Owen&Bianca, Owen&Tori, Owen&Jane, Owen&Imogen in that order. But I'm down for any plot with anyone. So don't be afraid to ask.

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Actually I'm back now. Left the states early this morning.

Pretty boy I need to talk to you. I can’t take this long distance anymore.

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Pretty boy I need to talk to you. I can't take this long distance anymore.

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Well the name suits you. Its much better then cheesy or puppy.

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"Oh you think your funny huh?" Owen stuck his tongue out at the other boy. Holding him close in his strong arms. "Its raining cats and dogs out there." He kissed Drews soft lips. Rubbing his hands on Drews back. In that moment he felt complete. Nothing else mattered. "I missed you too boo. You should of got detention with me. There was no one in the room." Owen slid off his wet sweat shirt and his tshirt under it. Plopping down on the bed. Laying the shorter teen on top of him. "I think I found an excuse for last night. Just tell Tris we had a puck bunny in there that wanted a little dose of a hockey and football player. Anyone could believe that. The puck bunnys are sluts." Owen slapped Drews butt. Feeling up on the star football player of the school. "Depends is Fiona gonna be out all night?"

“Here’s your stupid sandwhich.” Tristan said handing it to the older boy. “About time it got here. Look, i’m going to be gone for awhile.” Owen got out of bed and got Drew’s tshirt. “Are you going to tell me what went on last night?” Owen looked at Tris and made a face....

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Morning pratice? Not going to happen when I'm in charge rook.

Who made the bright idea to make hockey pratice early in the morning on the weakends?

A boy needs his sleep.

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"Are we talking about the same Owen here?" Tristan asked. Looking at the two of them in disbealief. "I've been nothing but good to her." Owen looked down at the short girl. Tristan looked at the two of them. Taking a deep breathe and sighing. "Alright fineee. But if you hurt Maya, I will hate you forever." Owen wrapped his arm around Mayas shoulder. Holding her a bit protectivly. "I won't hurt her. I care about this girl a lot Tris. She means the world to me, and I'm not just saying that." Owen kissed the smaller girls lips again. "Now if you excuse me, were going to my bedroom." Owen walked inside his bedroom. Handing hoot over to the blonde. "Here you go. It had to be done."

“Oh my gosh Owen, just tell me why you got hoot!” Tristan began to whine. Owen rubbed the back of his neck. Trying to come up with some good excuse for this. The only thing he could think of is its hoots twin, t-hoot. But unluckily for Owen Tristan didn’t buy in to it. “I don’t got to tell you everything that goes on around this house.” Is the only thing the older man could think of saying. Before he walked out of his room. Tristan took a deep breathe and sighed. “Fine be like that, i’ll just ask Maya.” “Go do that then.” Owen replied from behind him. He knew things would need to be out in the open sooner or later. But this wasn’t the way he thought it would go. Like always Milligan thought Tris would walk in on them making out. Finally not being bothered Owen sat down on the couch, and took a bit out of his meatball sub.

It took awhile for Maya to come over. But when the door bell finally rang, Owen was the first to get up on his feet and open the door. “Sup chicken little.” Owen pulled her in for a hug, and a little secret kiss. “Maya tell me why Owen has hoot!” Tristan said. Walking up over to the guys. “Because Tris Maya and I are dating.” Owen simply said. “Are you kidding me?!? This has to be some kind of joke. She could do way better then a pig headed guy.” Tristan’s reaction was priceless to the older boy. Owen couldn’t help it but to laugh. “Oh em gee, this is so not funny.”

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Owen: get your leg out of my balls, it hurts!

MayaMatlin: oh hush :p you're fine

Owen:no I'm actually hurt.

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Owen shrugged his shoulders. "Fitz and I go way back. He ain't that bad once you get to know him." He knew Anya really well. To know this smell of alcohol and bonfire wasn't the two best things she liked. But he didn't care at the moment. He wanted to be close to her, and he knew the dizziness wouldn't go away for awhile. "Oh really? You should of told me you didn't have plans going on. We could of went on a date." He intwined there fingers together. Kissing her lips once again. "My nighyt? It has been alright. I had football pratice, working out at the gym, Tristan and I went to the mall, and then drinking at the ravine." Owen reached out of his pocket. Pulling out a dog tag that has a picture of them kissing. "When your gone you can think of this and think of me. Do you think I could stay with you?"

Owen pulled Anya in for a kiss. “Y-yeah that would be correct.” He studdered out. Making his way into the house. He stumbled on to the couch. “I had some kind of crap Fitz mixed together. After just the fourth drink this stuff kicked my ass.” Owen wrapped his arms around...

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Playing hard to get? Like this challenge...

'Sup losers?

I’ll be counting on that.

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Ain't that the truth. Rumor has it spuds is going to fire him.

Who made the bright idea to make hockey pratice early in the morning on the weakends?

A boy needs his sleep.

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Owen: Babe...

Mayamatlin: waaaat

Owen: get your leg out of my balls, it hurts!

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I'm alright, enjoying the college life. How are you doing? Is mom still an abusive drunk?

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Hello Brother

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Owen pulled Anya in for a kiss. "Y-yeah that would be correct." He studdered out. Making his way into the house. He stumbled on to the couch. "I had some kind of crap Fitz mixed together. After just the fourth drink this stuff kicked my ass." Owen wrapped his arms around Anya. Getting her to lay on top of him. He placed a blanket around the two of them. "So what did you do tonight?" He played with some of her hair. He didn't know how he could be this lucky. Have a girl like that. But he had her, and he was. "When is your mother coming home?"

The bon fire smoke filled the air at the Ravine. It was twelve in the morning and Owen was out of the house drinking his fourth drink. He tossed the red plastic cup into the trash. “I’ll see you guys later.” “Where you off too?” Fitz asked looking up at the boy. “I’m going to...

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night hang outs//owanya

The bon fire smoke filled the air at the Ravine. It was twelve in the morning and Owen was out of the house drinking his fourth drink. He tossed the red plastic cup into the trash. "I'll see you guys later." "Where you off too?" Fitz asked looking up at the boy. "I'm going to see my girl. Have fun sleeping with the sluts." Owen said. Walking out of the ravine, and jumping into his truck. He rubbed his eyes trying to get the dizzyness to go away. 'Please not tonight.' He thought to himself. Owen started to drive to Anya's house. His mind setting on nothing. Hoping not to run into anyone, or even get into a car crash. He turned into Anyas parking lot. Owen walked out of the car, and made his way up the steps. Knocking on the door.

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See you soon beautiful.

I'm really dreading saying goodbye.

Ugh, fine. Only because I love you. Come over? I miss your face.