The Bright Side

Forty three

*Owen's POV*

Luna isn't returning any of my calls.

And she isn't in school.

I don't want to show up to her house looking like some crazy obsessed person, but I'm concerned.

I decide that I'll try to call her again after school, maybe she just wants some space for some reason?

My knee nervously bounces up and down as I watch the arm on the clock above the door tick in an ongoing circle.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...

Jeez can this thing tick any fucking slower?

"Do questions twenty through-" The bell rings in the middle of Mrs. Anderson's speaking.  I stand up instantly and walk right out the door.

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I gnaw on my pinky nail as I pace back and forth in my room.

Flora sits on the bed, watching me looking uninterested.

"What if she's mad at me? Except she's not responding to Levina either, so I have no clue." I explain to her.

"What if I go to her house and she gets mad at me for showing up?" Flora continues staring at me.  Blinking slowly as if she's about to fall asleep.

I continue pacing.

I've already ate dinner and it's around 7pm.

Is it too late to go see her?

My pacing stops as I contemplate what to do.

"You know what, fuck it." I murmur as I reach over Flora and grab the black sweatshirt on my bed.

"Good talk, Flora." She closes her eyes in contentment when I place a kiss on her head.

"Where you going?" Mom asks once I've walked down the steps and have reached front the door.

"I'm gonna go see Luna, see you later ma." I wave bye before she could say anything, closing the door, eager and full of anxiety.

I don't even bother taking my car. Instead I just walk through the empty streets to her house.

It's already dark outside. The cold weather causes my breath to become a visible white cloud in the air. My nose feels like it's about to freeze off.

Please be okay.

Please be okay.

Please be okay.

What if something is really wrong? Is she hurt or something?

My thumb caresses the new rock she gave me on Christmas which sits in the warmth of my pocekt.

Please be okay.

Please be okay.

Please be okay.

"Shit." I utter to myself once I reach her house and walk up the few front steps.

Hesitantly, I knock on the door twice.

A few seconds go by.  Someone needs to open the door because I feel like I'm about to freeze my balls off. Literally.

I offer a small smile when her little sister Camila opens the door.

She's wearing princess printed pajamas and her eyes look tired.

"Hey, is your sister here?" She stares up at me, the tip of her nose is red.