The Bright Side

Twenty one

"Did you guys hear about the Halloween party next Friday?" Levina waltzes back into Owen's room holding a bowl of chips. Cheetos specifically.

It's currently Wednesday afternoon, and we agreed to hang out at Owen's house.

He is laying on his bed with a book held up in his hands.

I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing Flora's belly. Her eyes flutter shut in contentment.

"Halloween party? I've never been to one of those! I wanna go." I feel a sudden rush of enthusiasm.

"I don't wanna go." Owen says blandly, hiding his face behind the book he's reading.

"Wait you've never been to a halloween party?" Levina looks shocked.

"No, I've never been to a party." I shrug.

Levina sits across from me, staring at me as if I'm a complex rubix cube as she shoves another chip in her mouth.

"Damn you really have never had a social life, huh?" She murmurs.

I smile in response. "Nope!" My tone comes off sarcastic.

"Levina, don't act shocked." Owen's voice is muffled slightly due to the book covering his face.

I quickly turn my head to him, glaring at him even though he can't see me.

Quickly I stretch across his laid out body and snatch the book from him. His body stiffens from the contact.

"Bitch." I say under my breath as he tries grabbing his book from me.

He is in an all black outfit. Black socks, black sweatshirt, black sweat pants. A silver ring wrapped around his ring finger on his left hand. A thin silver chain around his neck. His hoodie is pulled over his head but the messy hair on the top of his head peaks out.

"Also, Owen are you having a birthday party? Don't think I forgot." He quickly turns his head to Levina.

"When your birthday?" I just realized I've known him for a while now and I still don't know it.

"It's not important." He snatches his book back from me.

"Well it's important to me, so tell me." I pick up Flora and plop her on my lap. She doesn't complain. I think Flora likes me a lot. Maybe my future career will be a cat whisperer.

Watch out Cesar Millan.  I'm coming for you.  Well, except he works with dogs, not cats.  But you get the point.

"It's November 20th." Levina buts in.

"Cute birthday, French boy!" I flash him a smile to which he gives me an annoyed look.

"Cute? How the fuck could be a birthday be cute?" He places his hands behind his head as he stares at me.

"I don't know.  It just is.  Don't argue with me." I shake my finger at him, resembling an old lady admonishing her grandchild for stealing candy from her purse.

He rolls his eyes at me.

"Okay what do you guys want to do? We've been sitting here doing nothing for the past thirty minutes and I'm bored. Can we please do something?" Levina whines before handing me the chip bowl and then falling face first on Owen's bed, her limbs spread out like a starfish.

One of her arms land on Owen's leg and he shakes her off.

She smacks his leg in retaliation.

"Oh! I have an idea, let's go into the city!" Maybe I could buy some stuff.