Filming Season Two Owen Joyner x OC

Chapter 3

-Anna POV-

I roll over and notice the clock. It reads: 12:33 am. Wonderful. I think to myself. I can't sleep for some reason. Actually I know the reason but I am not admitting it. I grab my phone and I see no messages. "Obviously." I say out loud. I open my messages and click on Owen's name. I click call. "Answer, Owen. Answer." I say the annoying ring in my ear. 

"Anna, do you realize what time it is? Owen says. I bite my lip at the sound of his morning voice. 

"Yes, but I can't sleep and I am hungry." I complain.

"No." Owen says. 

"But, I want chicken nuggies." I say in a baby voice. 

"Anna, it is, 12:45 am. I am not taking you to get chicken nuggies." Owen says, mocking the way I said it. 

"Pweeeeze?" I say still using the same baby voice. 

"Fine, I will be there in a few minutes but if you are not ready I am going back to bed and I am not changing out of my pj's." he says with a huff. 

"Oh, please you love me." I say hanging up the phone. I slide out of bed realizing that the pjs I decided to wear is just a pair of spandex and Owens hoodie that I stole about a week ago. I pulled off the hoodie and replaced it one of Charlie's old tee shirts. Charlie has always been much bigger than me so his shirt falls below my shorts but I am too tired to change again. I hear a knock on the door.  I slide a pair of fuzzy socks and my crocs on before running to open the door. 

"I almost went back to bed." Owen says before his eyes go wide. I look a him and smile. 

"What?" I say with sleep in my voice.

"Nothing, come on. Let's go get your nuggies." he says and I immediately regret ever saying it like that. We walk down the hall quietly hoping not to wake anyone but fail. As we pass Charlie's apartment we hear someone getting up and walking to the door. 

"Anna? Owen? It is 1 in the morning what are you doing?" Charlie says rubbing his eyes. 

"Um, I needed food." I say. 

"Um, yeah, and she does not have a car so..." he says dangling his keys. 

"Okay. Whatever." Charlie says. Luckily when Charlie is sleepy he does not really process much. 

"Wait. Why are you not wearing any pants?" Charlie says turning back to us.

"I am, Char." I say lifting the shirt slightly. 

"And, my shirt?" He says waking up slightly.

"I don't know. It is comfy." I say shrugging my shoulders.  

"Okay." he says with his eyes closed. I roll my eyes and walk away. Owen wraps his arm around my waist leading my to the car. He opens the door for me and I get in. He runs around and gets into the driver seat. He starts the car. 

"Charlie is overprotective." I say looking at my phone. Charlie had sent me three messages asking me where we were going. I roll my eyes and set my phone in my lap ignoring his messages. 

"You know he is just going to call you if you igno-" but half way through my phone erupts with Charlie's ringtone. 

"What Char?" I ask picking up the phone. 

"Where are you going?" He looks mad over face time. 

"I told you to get food. I want chicken nuggets." I say with a pouting face. 

"Okay. Bring me home some." he says and I can hear the smile on his face. 

"Yeah, okay." I say and hang up the phone.