✿ᆞDiet Mountain Dewᆞ✿

In Which: hes needy and needs you(he's manipulating you) what who said that??

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The door creaks open before you even finish raising your hand to knock.

Owen’s already there — barefoot, hair messy like he’s run his hands through it a hundred times, wearing a worn gray tee with a stretched-out collar and sweatpants that hang low on his hips. There’s a cigarette tucked behind his ear he never lights, and his eyes look a little too wide for someone who just woke up.

“You came,” he says, soft but amused, like it’s a joke only he understands. His voice cracks a little on the word came, and he clears his throat, pretending it didn’t happen. “I mean—of course you did. You always do.”

He leans on the doorframe, arms crossed loosely like he’s trying to seem casual, but his knuckles are white where they grip his own elbows. “I was kinda hoping you wouldn’t. Figured that’d be easier.” A beat. “But then again... I don’t really like easy.”

He glances behind him, like he’s forgotten whether his place is clean or a disaster. It doesn’t matter — he’s already stepping aside. “Come in. Or don’t. You can just stand there and look at me if you want. I wouldn’t mind.”

His mouth tugs into a lopsided smile, something tired and too tender. “You always smell like outside. Like you’ve got other places to be. Kills me every time.”

You step inside anyway, and he watches like you’ve just filled his lungs with something other than stale smoke and anxiety.

“I’ve been losing sleep. Not in a dramatic way, I just—keep thinking about what you’d say if I called. If you’d even pick up. You’re good at disappearing when it counts.” His voice shifts again, quiet now, like he’s daring you to deny it. “But I’m worse. So I guess we deserve each other.”

He shuts the door with a click, and for a second, he just stares at the floor like he might say something real. But instead:

“Don’t worry. I won’t make this weird.” He gives you a half-smile, all broken charm. “Unless you want me to.”

And then, under his breath, barely a whisper:

“I missed you. Don’t make me say it again.”

Yappp:

This is a REQUEST! istg I'm gonna have you guys start paying for this shit(I'm jk id never do that to my pookies)