Tacenda ~Owen Joyner~

Chapter 9

It's going to be a long day. There are no other words to describe it. You see, because myself, Charlie, and Owen were late to set the other day, there's some catching up that has to be done. So a call time of seven o'clock, paired with an undefined cut time means we're going to be on set until the sun rises. Part of me is jealous that Madi isn't eighteen yet so she actually gets to go home because it's literally illegal for her to work this much. That being said, her birthday's in a few weeks so she won't be getting out of it anymore. This reminds me that I need to put her birthday in my phone calendar so I don't forget since I'll be gone by then.

Charlie and I stand outside our apartment waiting for the car to come and pick us up, while also waiting for Owen to join us.

"He should be here by now, shouldn't he?" I mumble, checking my phone for the time, "If we're late again Kenny's never going to hire me for anything else."

"Relax Cal, the car's not even here yet so there's still time..." Charlie assures me, "But here's the spare key to Owen's apartment, go knock and see if he's ready." He takes a second to spin a key off of his key ring and then places it in my palm. I knew he wasn't confident enough in Owen to get down here in time.

"He gave you the spare key?" I laugh, knowing that Charlie has lost his own key to our apartment at least three times since I got here.

"He trusts me. Don't act so surprised." Charlies huffs. I just shake my head and go back into the building because I know if I tell Charlie how irresponsible he really is he'll ask me 'how?' and then I'll have to list off every time I think of that I've had to cover his ass from his own faults.

I take a deep breath before getting into the elevator, I only started riding it again yesterday because every time I almost got in it the small space felt like if a panic attack was a room. But considering the incident was only a couple of days ago, I think I'm doing pretty good. It was scary, okay?

When I get up to Owen's apartment I knock on the door a few times, but when there's no answer I bang on it so there's no way he can't hear me. Still no response though. I didn't want to have to enter Owen's apartment without him knowing, because, I don't know, it just feels wrong, but you've got to do what you've got to do.

As I unlock the door and step inside I realize I've never actually been inside Owen's apartment. It's nice. I'm surprised he keeps it as clean as it is. I mean, it's not really clean but it's tidy. It's like an organized mess.

"Owen?" I call out but no reply. The closest thing to a response I get is a floorboard creaking beneath my step.

Since it's a single bedroom apartment and generally quite small, it's not hard to find his room.

I open the door slowly and peek inside. I knew exactly what I was going to see and yet I'm still shocked and slightly annoyed that he's laying in his bed, asleep.

I step inside and slam the door behind me, causing Owen to jolt awake and sit up in a panic.

"We have ten minutes to get to the studio, you idiot!" I exclaim.

"What are you doing in my room? How'd you get in?" Owen asks frantically, pulling his sheets up to cover his bare chest.

"A magical thing called a key." I cross my arms, "Now get up and get dressed!"

I make my way over to his closet and pull out a pair of grey sweatpants and a yellow hoodie, throwing the articles of clothing at him, "You knew we had an early call time, why didn't you set an alarm?"

Owen gets out of bed, allowing me to see him in only his boxers, which catches me off guard but I guess I sort of knew that was coming. I can't help but take in his figure for a second before he starts to put on the clothes I threw at him.