#so i'm messaging them things like 'hey bestie maybe u should ask them about the padlock gate. or their first aid kid.

[leemarkies]

if i pass this deposition group project i shouldn't have to take the bar they should just give me my license bc i had to deal with my dumbass groupmates

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okay hihi bestie <333

for owiee can u pls pls write prompt 86 :)

love you sm bubs

hi boestie s !! ugh i love me some owie (and kent and bords) so here u go, its kinda funny :)) i love u sm <3

warning: a bit of suggestive language at the end (like two sentences)

"who the fuck was that?"

owen was with kent and thomas when you walked into the diner with a boy.

you hadn't seen them yet but if you did you would have turned around the moment you set your foot through the door.

"what do you think she's doing?" thomas asked, causing owen to look away from the horrendous sight.

"i don't know but she's a fucking idiot," he mumbled, grabbing a handful of fries and shoving them in his mouth.

"maybe we should say something—"

"no!" owen cut kent off with a mouthful. "we have to spy a little. see what she's up to before knocking the shit out of that kid."

"kid? he's probably around our age," thomas said, shrugging a shoulder.

"who cares? he shouldn't be talking to my girl."

"is there a rule that says he can't?"

owen rolled his eyes. "do i need to write it somewhere? it should be unspoken."

"rule number one, when dating, never assume anything. you can't just expect her to know you're a jealous little bitch," kent informed him.

he threw some packets of salt at kent's face. "fuck off."

they continued spying for nearly half an hour, throwing insults at each other here and there as they bickered about what you could be doing with the boy

"she ordered a milkshake!"

"woah, he can't stop staring at her."

"maybe we should do something."

"look at the way he's looking at her lips."

they all stared at each other, almost as if they were silently communicating with their minds. a plan was necessary, but neither of them were smart enough to think of one.

"we just gotta wing it," kent spoke up, making owen furrow his eyebrows.

"what? no, we're not winging anything," he refused.

"you should be the one to confront her, not us—"

"she just texted me!" he exclaimed, opening the message as the other two glanced over to see your phone in your lap.

"what did she say?" thomas asked.

"she asked if i'm free tonight.." he replied, chewing on the skin of his bottom lip. "that's it—"

kent and thomas simply watched as owen got up from his seat and marched over to you, sitting in the seat beside you and swinging an arm around your shoulder.

"hey, babe," he greeted bitterly, watching your surprised eyes.

"oh, hey owen! what are you doing here?"

"i came in with kent and thomas.. then i saw you sitting here. with this bitch."

the boy's eyes widened, and so did yours. "woah, o, don't be rude."

"get away from my girlfriend or i'll—"

owen couldn't even finish, for the boy began shaking in fright before running away. your mouth parted and owen scoffed.

"that's all it took? pathetic. and who the fuck was that?"

"that was my partner for my psychology project! why did you scare him away?"

"you're mine. only i get to see your lips wrapped around—"

"stop," you cut him off, running your hands over your face.

for some reason, you weren't mad at him. you could never get upset with him, no matter how many outragous things he did, like this. you just wrapped your arms around him and kissed his cheek.

"you were jealous," you teased, which made him frown.

"no, i wasn't," he grumbled.

"it's okay to be jealous, o. it's actually kinda hot."

"really?" he perked up, making you smile.

"mhm. i almost put my hair up when you called him a bitch."

"shut up," he laughed.

you grinned. "i'm serious!"

"i did not need to hear that," thomas spoke from behind, shaking his head in disgust.

you and owen turned around in surprise.

"yeah, me neither," kent agreed.