Loving Oliver

【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ２１ Ｌｏｖｉｎｇ Ｔｈｅ Ｉｎｔｒｏｄｕｃｔｉｏｎｓ... Ｎｏｔ】

Chapter 21 Loving The Introductions... Not

I had dug through the small amount of clothes I had packed with me for my move into Sam's place and I had not one thing for a decent dinner. I didn't want to let Owen's mom down because I couldn't treat the occasion as such.

I know she wasn't anything like my mom but it was habit to dress up for any occasion big or small and tonight would qualify as big.

Through the jeans, tee shirts, and few nice blouses I had packed, I had managed to find one green dress. It was a bit of a tight fit but it was the color of Ollie's eyes and it made me feel beautiful.

It was my date night dress from months back. It would have fit easier before everything, before her but now I was lucky I could squeeze into it.

I slipped it on before sliding on a pair of simple black heels as I heard Owen's voice from downstairs urging me not to make us late.

"Little Jones, the first three choices you had were fine. Hell can you hurry it up? It doesn't matter if you were to wear a fucking brown sack you would still look gorgeous. Let's fucking go." He sounded annoyed and before I could respond I heard a gasp and then a grunt that sounded like Owen.

Sam was probably not in support of Owen's comment. Rarely anyone was but I guess that was his charm?

I spot the small gold earrings from my dresser and pop them in the pocket of my dress before hightailing it out of my room and down the stairs at a breakneck speed. I manage to get down the stairs in my five inch stilettos and find myself right in front of Sam and Owen. Sam's leant up against the wall with his arms crossed and Owen's standing up holding his stomach.

Sam looks up just as Owen does and I see his eyes widen at my appearance.

"Is the dress to drab? I barely fit into it since the last time I've worn it. Maybe I've gained too much weight since then. I haven't worked out since leaving New York City. Maybe I should just settle with a pair..." I don't get to finish my nervous thoughts because Sam cuts me off.

"You look stunning Kid. Absolutely stunning." Sam says gently still shaking his head at my appearance.

"I mean its a little fancier than my mom's dinners but your drop dead-" Owen adds before Sam shoots him a dirty glare.

"Finish that sentence Owen and I'll finish you." I can feel the heat coming off Sam but Owen laughs it off and stands up to head for the door twirling the key ring around his index finger.

"Let's go Big and Little Jones. We've got a dinner calling us." He exits the door before shaking his blonde hair out of his face.

I release a nervous sigh with the pent up tension I'm feeling at this dinner. I kept going through my head at all the dinners mom had put on for entertaining Dad's clients and the terror was starting to claw it's way up my throat.

"You really do you look stunning Kid. I promise. You'll be just fine." His tone is gentle and I find myself relaxing at his reassurance.

"Thank you Sam." I feel myself nod once before turning away trying to hide my reddening cheeks.

I feel Sam guide me out of the house and to the truck before opening the door. I hop in watching as Owen locks the door.

I don't know how I've managed to start getting so attached to the people in my life like this but I have.

They were nothing like the people back in New York that I had associated with. But Sam, Aspen, Owen, Donna, even Kade and Dustin. I liked it here. It was different.