Owen and Knox

20. Why are you acting weird

Knox POV

It's been two weeks since Owen and i made up. Every time i asked him about the thing Tristan and Lola got excited about, he would just shut me down and tell me he wasn't ready to tell me. So i left it, then a week passed, now two and he hasn't told me.

I understand he doesn't want to tell me, but it's driving me insane not knowing what my best friend is thinking, what is going through his head. We tell each other everything and it feels like he doesn't trust me to tell me. Now i just sound like a clingy boyfriend wanting to know everything about Owen's life, all his deepest darkest secrets.

Oh wait, i already do. This just feels like i've failed as a best friend because he won't tell me anything. Like he's walking on eggshells around me so he won't slip and tell me this oh so top secret thing he's got locked up in his head.

While sitting in my room i thought about all the things that could be the secret. Nothing that came up felt right, like it could be that but there was something telling me it was more than that. I even though about going to Tristan but i doubt he would tell me anything because he's not a snitch, he wouldn't tell me if his life depended on it anyway.

So after school i walked home, only to see Owen and my mum talking. They were both sat on the sofa with cups in their hands no doubt hot chocolate.

"What are you doing here? I was going to go to yours later." I looked at Owen.

"I-I told y-you, i had t-to t-talk to your m-mum about y-you b-birthday." Owen told me, yet his eyes never met mine.

"Why are you acting weird. All week, and the week before that you haven't even looked at me more or less spoke to me properly. What's going on?" I raised my voice a little.

"I'll leave you both to talk." My mum said then got up and went to her room.

"Owen, why have you been acting so distant towards me? If i've done something fucking tell me so i can make it up to you." I said desperately.

"I-I h-have to g-go." He mumbled then stood up grabbing his bag. Before he could walk past me i held his shoulders so he couldn't leave.

"See what i mean? Why are you doing this? Just tell me. Or do i have to shout at you again like i did when you told me about Gina and Callum?" I asked him.

"P-please d-don't. I-I h-have t-to go home." A few tears ran down his cheeks.

"You're not leaving this house until you tell me what's going on. This has been going on for two weeks and i'm starting to lose my shit with this secret thing. Why is it that everyone else knows but me? If i've done something just tell me." My voice getting louder the more angry i get.

"L-let m-me g-go Knox." Owen tried to get out of my grip.

"Just tell me." I yelled. "Owen BFF's remember? And you keeping whatever it is from me makes me feel like a shitty best friend. So just fucking tell me."

"N-no Knox." He struggled to get my tightening hands off his shoulders by wiggling.

"OWEN JUST FUCKING TELL ME!" I shouted louder than i ever have at him.

"Let me go Knox." Owen sobbed.

"TELL ME!"

"I'm gay ok?" He cried out.

"What?" My hands loosened from his shoulders as i took a step back. "You're gay?"

"Y-yes. And i-it's because o-of y-you." He sobbed. My heart sunk and my face fell upon hearing what he was saying. "I-I l-like you Knox, a-and that's w-why i didn't want t-to tell you."

I took another step back and shook my head.

"T-that k-kiss from G-Gina's party last m-month h-happened. I-I knew you w-would act l-like this so i d-didn't t-tell you." Owen whispered. "I'm sorry." He looked down then started walking past me.

"Owen." I grabbed his arm softly only to have him yank it away and run out the door and down the street. Before i could go after him my mum put her hand on my shoulder.

"Leave him mi hijo. Just for a while." She said softly.

"What have i done?" I whispered to myself. "Did you know about this?"

"Not until twenty minutes ago. Owen was scared that he would lose you as a friend so he kept who he is and how he felt about you away. Knox he was scared to tell you because of the other friends you have." She sighed.

"I'm confused mum." I mumbled with a few tears of my own falling.

"What are you confused about mi hijo?"

"I-I think i like him back." I whispered. "I went to have sex with Gina. All i could think about was him. Then i came home..." I trailed off hoping she would get the idea.

"Then you came home and what?" She smiled.

"You obviously know what." I rolled my eyes with a small smile.

"Yeah, i know. What are you going to do about it?" She asked.

"I really don't know." I scoffed.

"Go have a nap sweetheart then go see Owen. I'm sure you will figure it out." My mum kissed my cheek before sitting back on the sofa. I went to my bedroom stripping down to my boxers and climbing into bed.

All i want is Owen now. I guess hearing that he likes me to makes me want him even more than i did before. Upon closing my eyes all i could see was that smile, the one that could warm my heart in seconds.

Why did i have to be a dick about it? If i had taken a calmer approach then Owen would have found ways to avoid it. The only way i can get him to tell me anything is by shouting at him because if i don't he will keep it bottled up.

I was jolted awake by my phone ringing. I quickly grabbed it seeing Tristan's name. "Hello?"

"Knox please tell me Owen's with you." Tristan spoke quickly.

"No, why? I though he was at home." I frowned getting up and pulling on some joggers with one hand.

"No, he told me he was going to yours after school but hasn't come home yet." He told me. I pulled my phone from my ear to see it was 7:00pm. Ok so it's not that late, but in England it's like fucking midnight and there's fuck knows how any creeps out there.

"He fucking left hours ago. Let me check around to see if i can find him, alright?" I stated.

"Ok, text if you find him and i'll do the same." Tristan said. I agreed then hung up quickly putting on a t-shirt and jacket then my shoes. After that i put my phone and house keys in my pocket before leaving.

I checked the beach at the hill, the small cafe he loves to go to and the dock where he likes to sit with his feet in the water. But all three places were absent of Owen. So i went to the only other place he could be. Our spot. 

It's a treehouse we made when we were nine away from everyone that only me and Owen knew about. I just hope he's there.