This is where things get complicated `Owen<3`

[delilah]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

“You know…it might be best to maybe talk to him. Only if you want, dear. Would you want me to tell him anything if you don’t wish to see him?” Melosa offered brushing Delilah curly brunette hair with her dainty hand. Delilah stared blankly at the wall feeling like there was no use in fighting Owen off anymore. If he wanted to talk then fine, but there was no guarantee that Delilah would listen…or care. Sighing she fell back unto her bed and hugged her pillow. “I don’t care anymore. Do whatever you want with him. You could let him in, kick him out, or even put a coconut bra and a grass skirt on him. Anything would be fine, but you know what would make Owen really happy? If you slept with him, but don’t worry about him feeling guilty because well he doesn’t really value a good relationship. No, he just likes to stomp on them and break people’s heart like those disgusting candy hearts on Valentine days that no one likes, but everyone always gets. Yeah…that’d make me happy.” Delilah said running a hand through her messy bed head. Sighing once again, she watched the mermaid watch out of the room and Delilah lay on her back looking at the ceiling. Told ya. She thought. “Shut up.” She said aloud. Told ya. Told ya. Told ya. Told ya. Her mind taunted. “I said shut up.” She said aloud. Thankfully after that she did shut up and she heard the door open. She didn’t look at Owen and just said, “ Why are you here? Oh let me guess because I just love to guess! Okay so you’re here to tell me that you fucked my sister and told her to shoot me with a bullet so you could fuck me too. Or maybe you want to tell me that you never loved me and love that whore, Lacy and that you guys are going to have a wedding tomorrow so you can have little whore children. Am I right? Am I hot or am I cold?” She looked at him with daggers in her eyes and her jaw tightened as she looked at him. She was so angry at him right now. Then out of the corner of her eye she was a glimmer and looked at his hand that held the locket. Why did he still have it? She didn’t want it! She didn’t want anything from him! “Why the hell do you still have that? I don’t want it! Why do you just bury it five miles away, make a treasure map, and then give it to some random kids that the park that are bored and need something to do because I DON’T WANT IT!” She yelled sitting up. Her eyes bored into his with anger and she stood up. Looking around, she bit her lip and let her fingertips brush the wall. “This is a nice place you know. The only problem is that they won’t let me drink alcohol to fill in the hole in the my heart that was made by some awkward, stuttering, smart werewolf boy and you know that funny thing is that he’s a lot like you. Isn’t life funny like that? It’s not? Didn’t think so. You know what is funny though? That the man- wait not I mean boy, that I was in love with for three fucking years who I finally got to return my feelings for him and then he decided to break, crush, tear, smash, and then stab my heart by cheating on me with some slutty blonde bimbo! You want to know the funniest part though? That he has the nerve to come here and try to talk to me! That’s not funny either? How about this? Is it funny that I’ve been crying all night and now it’s all wet!” She said picking up she pillow and ringed it out causing a little trickle of water to fall from it. “HOW FUNNY!” She yelled throwing the pillow out him. She huffed and sat on her bed once again.

She glared at him and waited for him to say something. Didn’t he have anything to say? He had came in here so he had to have something to say or maybe he just wanted to stare the broken girl that he had broke with his douchey ways. Then finally Owen spoke and he said, “Delilah…i..I know you don’t want to talk to me…all I ask…is that you hear me out.” She sighed and went on her back so she could stare the ceiling instead of him. Sighing loudly she crossed her arms across her chest and gave him a sideward glance. “Go on. I’m listening.” She said coldly. Tapping her finger in a rhythmic pattern on her thigh. She had no idea what he would want to say, but she doubted it would change anything. Delilah hated him and didn’t want to be around him anymore. He disgusted her and made her want to strangle someone. That was a feeling that Delilah had never felt and she wasn’t sure how to feel about that feeling. Sure, it wasn’t right for people to want to strangle someone, but after a break up what else was she supposed to feel? Like she was walking on rainbows and butterflies? Uh no! She was angry and wanted to take it out on Owen. She wanted him to feel her pain. She wanted him to hurt like she was. Was that too much to ask? “I can tell you how sorry I am…but…I am…I was the idiot, Delilah. You’re perfect and you don’t deserve what happened to you in the past…and especially last night. If I could…ever…I would, will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, just so that maybe…maybe, we could at least be friends again.” He said and she went on her side. Did she believe him? Part of her wanted to, but then again the other part of her want to stab him where he stood. It was always hard to forgive someone after they did something like that. Delilah wanted things to be like they were, but then again how did she know that Owen hadn’t been lying this entire time. That was what worried her. She couldn’t trust him anymore and she couldn’t trust anything he had done. She wanted to trust him again and she wanted to know that they could be forever. She didn’t know that though…she felt like she knew nothing about Owen anymore. Then Delilah fiddled with the sheets on her bed and looked at the ground. “She’s really beautiful. She has really nice, silky, blonde hair. It’s really long and straight and pretty. Not to mention she has a very…angled face which has a nice tan to it…and pretty blue eyes. I bet you like that she’s so tall and really curvy.” Delilah said misery bubbling in her voice. Really Lacy was everything Delilah wasn’t. Delilah was just a curly brunette who was short and pale with dark eyes. She was no California super model like her. She was just a girl who was trying to become a singer after one night of singing at an open mic night. “I-I get w-why y-you lov-ve her…” She said tears making her voice shaky. She looked at him and let tears roll down her face again.

TAGS- Owen</3, OUTFIT- OUTFIT!, WORD COUNT- 1240+, NOTES-SO SAD

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Anything else in the world wouldn't hurt this much, and he personally hoped the pain didn't etch itself onto his features or his eyes. She might as well as stab him with an icicle and then proceed to rip his limbs off with a silver-painted wedge or something. The wolf's jaw dropped the moment she mentioned her sister, and it had been some scheme just to try and get Delilah out of the picture. Really? Where the hell had that come from? For goodness sake, he didn't even really know what her sister looked like! Blue eyes locked onto Delilah, as she lied back on the bed in Aidan's and Melosa's guest room. He jumped slightly in surprise as obviously her werewolf senses allowed her to see the locket. Honestly he had forgotten all about it. The wolf's face darkened, then he slammed it on the dresser next to him, the wood groaning slightly from his strength, but nothing got damaged, not the locket especially, and not the dressed, "I. Will. Not." He stated, his voice laced with hurt but still managed to be stern and calm especially. Owen's eyes widened in horror at the thought of even marrying Lacy, and especially having children with her. She was a manipulator, that he had known somewhat, but he never knew she would even think of ever wanting him back. It honestly had been the last thing on his mind. The wolf leaned against the wall behind him slightly, and shook his head, his head sagged for a moment, feeling like he had nothing left. That he had lost. That Lacy had won, she had won separating him and Delilah, her ultimate goal. He had lost the single most important person in the universe to him, and his nagging side told him he would never get her back. Never be able to kiss those - god those addicting lips of hers, those wonderful kisses. Even just one look from Delilah, he had never told her - sent chills down his spine and caused his blood to boil with passion, from the simplest glance to the most heated kiss. It would never happen again now, Delilah was hurt beyond compare, he felt as if his heart was gone, and he knew her heart had been torn. He'd do anything for her! Couldn't she understand that!? Owen's attention snapped back up to Delilah, and he spoke, "In the three years that you've known me, Delilah..." he paused, picking his words carefully, "Was there any time I ever led you to believe I'm someone who would do such things on a daily basis? Play with hearts just for kicks?" he inquired rhetorically. She'd better not say anything, as his enhanced memory allowed, he had never done such a thing, except basically mention Lacy once, because they had been talking about their pasts, and their exes. Nonetheless, Owen's hand fell from where the locket now remained on the dresser, as he listened to Delilah's words, feeling like he was definitely out of ammo for his words, and definitely out of chances with her. The only woman he ever could see himself with. Sure, any other guy would swear at Owen for not going with Lacy, to pick her and go with Lacy over Delilah. C'mon, he would say. Look at him, he was 6'3" first off, and he had the lanky muscles of a werewolf, plus he had always seemed to have that whole vibe of being a better friend than boyfriend. Nonetheless, Delilah had been the only girl to dare to go from a good friend with him to a girlfriend and even a soul mate. Blue eyes blinked calmly and he smiled softly in disbelief before shaking his head, running a hand through his hair, causing it to get rustled slightly, "Delilah..." he shook his head gently, he wasn't superficial, far from it, "Sure, Lacy is pretty, but that's all she is. You. You on the other hand..." he emphasized, carefully and suddenly taking one step towards her, hardly realizing it, "Are beautifully stunning, funny, witty, sharp-minded, loyal, I love the little thing you do, you twirl your hair when you start to really think about something, then you get those faces you make." Owen grinned fondly, tilting his head curiously, as if waiting for Delilah to throw something else at him, as he had dodged the pillow previously. The werewolf's eyes locked onto hers quietly, hoping that Delilah wouldn't suddenly pull a gun laced with silver bullets in it on him. Yeah right, he told himself. Now he was being paranoid. Standing still, though he wanted to fidget like crazy, "Or how you prefer to greet me, unlike what every other person pretty much does in the whole world." Owen threw that out there, especially the time she'd accidentally tackled Dylan, his twin brother instead of him. That had been interesting. Owen looked to Delilah quietly, "I just...want you to know, Delilah, that I'm so sorry. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you every day..." he paused, gathering the words. At least the hangover was gone now, "I..." he tensed slightly, afraid of what she'd do when he said this, "I love you, Delilah. You and no one else like I love you. I do not. Love. Lacy." he emphasized, "You're the only person I even ever thought of to spend the rest of my life with...and that if I did get another chance with you, I would do absolutely anything." Owen paused there, his hands dropping from being in front of him. He then glanced around silently, not wanting to see Delilah's reaction. "Just...I want the best for you, to be as happy as possible." he added, before pausing, and adding, taking a few steps to where his hand landed on the door knob, "Tell me...tell me if you want me to leave." If he was causing her stress, he didn't want to do that, and would leave - at least the room, as she was sure Aidan and Melosa were going to talk to him. words, enough. click for the adorable owen!, it is. D: -pets owen/delilah-

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[delilah]

And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are

“I. Will. Not.” He said his voice stern, but Delilah could hear the hurt in his voice. Did she care though? Uh no. She really didn’t. He deserved any hurt that he got. It was nothing compared to the pain Delilah was going through. It felt like her whole world had gotten turned upside down and torn apart. Then it was stomped on and spit on. It was all so sudden. One minute Owen and Delilah were happily in love and nothing could be better, but the next minute he was cheating on her with some blonde bimbo. The worst thing was that Owen swore to never cheat or hurt her. What a liar. He did both of those things in the same night. So how could she feel bad? She was really the victim here. Not him. Everyone knew it. So why was he acting like he was hurt? Because he couldn’t have Lacy and Delilah? What a pig. Though part of her knew that none of this was true. Owen was Owen. He was just a stuttering, cute, awkward nerd, but he had cheated on her all the same. Still…Delilah loved him. She wished she didn’t, but she did. She wanted to forget him. He was a no good cheater and he just caused her a lot of pain and misery. He was supposed to be the one person to never do that? He was the one that was supposed to make her feel better when she was hurt. Not the other way around. Part of her though didn’t want to lose Owen completely, but she wasn’t exactly ready to get back into a relationship with him. In all honesty, she didn’t know if she was ready for any relationship. After she finally thought she’d find someone that wouldn’t cheat on her she was just cheated on again. No, not every relationship Delilah had ended up in cheating, but a fair amount did and well after a few relationships with cheating it was hard to have another especially because Owen was so important to her and well Delilah had loved him and still did. It was sad that she still did, but she couldn’t get over him. Every time she looked into those blue eyes she melted and just wanted to be with him. She had to restrain herself though. She had to have self control, which was going to be hard, but if she wanted to protect her heart she was going to have to do just that.

Lying on her side, she fiddled with the white sheets on her bed. She began to miss the soft, violet sheets on her former bed in Owen’s apartment. This place was fine and it served its purpose, but there was still that nagging feeling in her lean frame telling her that this place wasn’t really home. It was just a house. The chic, beautiful apartment that used to have a room for her was her real home. The opaque black walls and deep purple sheets with the pictures of her lost love, Owen, was where her home really was. She couldn’t return to that place though. Not yet at least. She needed to adjust to her new lifestyle of being single otherwise she’d just slip into another relationship with Owen. She wasn’t ready yet though she was had to wait and just get used to her life as it was. I wouldn’t take too long, would it? “In the three years that you’ve known me, Delilah…was there any time I ever led you to believe I’m someone who would do such things on a daily basis? Play with hearts just for kicks?” He asked and she bit her lip. He had a point, but still. It didn’t change anything in the present. Running a hand through her hair she sighed. “That’s the problem, Owen. I don’t know what to believe anymore. You…you were supposed to be the one person that wasn’t going to break my heart or hurt me in any way and you did both of those. I thought we were in love, but not I’m not sure if any of what you said was real…” Delilah said looking at him with pain dotting her dark eyes.

“Delilah…Sure, lacy is pretty, but that’s all she is. You. You on the other hand…are beautifully stunning, funny, witty, sharp-minded, loyal, I love the little thing you do, you twirl you start to really think about something, the you get those faces you make.” Owen said taking a step closer to her. Sitting up she looked at Owen in wonder. He…he remembered all of that. He remembered how she played with her hair? Did he really think she was all those things? Delilah blinked at him in amazement and wanted to go out and kiss him, but she restrained herself. Friends. They had to stay friends for now. Nothing else. She couldn’t let herself be swayed by such simple compliments. Biting her lip she watched him smile at her and tilt his head the side. “Or how you prefer to great me, unlike what every other person pretty much does in the whole world. I just…want you to know, Delilah, that I’m so sorry. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you every day…I…I love you, Delilah. You and no one else like I love you. I do not. Love. Lacy. You’re the only person I even ever thought of to spend the rest of my life with…and that if I did get another chance with you, I would do absolutely anything.” He confessed and her eyes widened. He…loved her? He still did? He wanted to marry her? God, he wasn’t making this friend thing easy. Now she really wanted to kiss him! Biting her lip she stood up and looked at him. She really didn’t know what to say. Delilah bit her lip hard and looked at the ground searching for words. Picking her head up, she asked, “Really? Owen, how much do you really know about me? I mean how do you know all the little things I do like twirling my hair? I don’t think anyone has ever known why I do that?” Her words were true. No one questioned Delilah when she toyed with her chocolate lochs of hair. Delilah imagined that they all just thought it was simply to keep her active and from boredom. It impressed her that Owen knew this all and that he cared so much for her. GAH! Why did he have to be so perfect! He was making it extremely hard to be just friends and it had only been a few minutes. She was going to fail this them being only friends thing quite quickly if he continued to be so darn cute and sweet and sentimental. “Just…I want the best for you, to be as happy as possible. Tell me…tell me if you want me to leave.” he said holding the door knob. At that she stood up and moved slowly towards him. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. She rested her head on his shoulder and said, “ I’m not ready for a relationship with you and I don’t know if I ever will be, but I do know that I want to be your friend. But I’m also not ready to move back so I’m going to stay here, but I really do want to be your friend.” She hoped that Owen wouldn’t get angry by this and just accept it. She didn’t want to lose her best friend too. She had already lost her love and her roommate.

TAGS- Owen</3, OUTFIT- OUTFIT!, WORD COUNT- 1280+, NOTES-Delilah no!!!

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Blue eyes lifted and shifted onto Delilah, watching her as she moved on the white sheets that had happened to be on Aidan's and Melosa's guest bedroom bed. Personally Owen wouldn't be able to thank Aidan enough for letting Delilah stay here, he knew he would have no matter what, but her own room was even better. Thankful for his brother and future sister-in-law, Owen lifted his head as Delilah moved, then she spoke. He slightly flinched, only slightly, when she spoke, afraid of what she might say. It still felt like Delilah was throwing ice shards at him, and he was tied up, unable to move and had to take the hits. He didn't care. He deserved it, and Delilah didn't deserve him. She was too precious for this, too beautiful, too wonderful, and he knew she could have any guy she wanted in a minute. Good Lord, just the thought of Delilah giving another man the look she gave him not only made his stomach churn uncomfortably, but it also made him want to punch the wall. Jealous much, he thought to himself coyly. Yes, he'd most likely be that jealous ex guy who didn't want Delilah to look at anyone else how she looked at him. Not in the sense, that he'd completely control her life. Who was he trying to impress? Oh right, Delilah of course! And his brother, knowing Aidan, he'd hit him or something if Owen didn't apologize and all that jazz. "I've never lied to you, Delilah. I never will." he spoke, "I give you my word." he did. He never had, even when they had been friends if she asked if something looked good on her, Owen would always say yes - because personally he thought she looked stunning with or without clothes on. Tilting his head gently, Owen released the locket on her dresser, allowing the diamonds embedded in it to slightly catch the light that fell from the ceiling onto them. Goodness, he swore Delilah would always be stunning, he couldn't imagine himself with anyone else, and honestly, he had even pretty much ripped a layer of skin off his lips from washing them, attempting to get the thought of Lacy off of his lips and out of his head. Wrinkling his nose slightly at this, the moment they landed on the gorgeous chocolate brown eyes that were Delilah's, Owen couldn't help himself. Then seeing her eyes widen, he hoped he hadn't said something that would completely shatter his chances. No...it wasn't like he randomly starting spewing out things he didn't want. Yeah, like Delilah would be on that list. Ridiculous. She was the first thing he wanted, the first thing he saw when he woke up and the last thing on his mind and in his sight when he went to bed every night and every single morning. If that happened, he knew he'd wake up every morning smiling. Pausing at her questions, he inquired, "Do you...want me to tell you why?" he grinned weakly, shyly, "I love it when you do that Delilah, it helps tell me you're either making a hard decision or thinking over something." he grinned lightly, "I've seen you do it a few different times." Owen shrugged gently, and his body stiffened slightly the moment Delilah stood up off the bed. As she approached him, Owen then paused the moment her arms went around his waist. Pausing slightly, Owen felt the familiar shiver run down his spine any and every time he and Delilah touched. His arms remained still, he wasn't trusting himself not to do anything stupid. It took a lot no - all of his self-control not to kiss her right there, either hold her against the wall - ahem - or just completely kiss her and make everything ok again. But no, he told himself, he would be her friend, and he would be her best friend if he could. The wolf slowly then returned the hug, allowing her scent to engulf his senses for a brief moment and he nodded gently, "Whatever you want, Delilah. Do you want any help moving your things to make yourself more comfortable here?" he inquired, his voice strained, but nonetheless, there. Owen personally loathed the thought of losing Delilah, especially as a roomie, but if that's what she really wanted, he'd go with it. Falling silent after the hug, Owen grinned weakly, glad he hadn't even dared to think about the little square box in his pocket, he inquired, "Would you mind if I bring Apollo over? You or Aidan can bring him by when you want, but he wouldn't mind seeing you for a night or two while you adjust." words, enough. click for the adorable owen!, -snickers- <3

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