"I'm yours."

~{2}~

<| (part 2 | third person | late afternoon | school parking lot) |> 

It had been about a week since the assembly, and Owen had already heard all about what was said during it. It was only about the school trip coming up along with homecoming and prom. Owen was walking outside of the school into the parking lot so he could go home, but then he saw someone he recognized, Mark.

"Hey, loser, come here." Mark called out to Owen, getting his attention.

"What?" Owen said when he finally made it over to where Mark was leaning against the side of his car.

Mark opened the passenger door to his car and stepped aside. "Get in."

"Why? Are you kidnapping me?" Owen asked, making a light joke.

"No, but I need to talk to you." Mark said as he got in his car on the driver's side.

As the two boys drove nowhere in particular, the radio played dated pop music, and no one spoke. It was starting to get awkward until they pulled into a drive-through at a busy restaurant, and Mark finally started to talk.

"I wanted to talk to you about the other day." Mark said quietly, not wanting to startle Owen.

"Okay, what about it?" Owen responded in the same quiet voice, moving to look out his window.

"I uh, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out some time?" Mark said, the sound of his voice came off as uncertain.

"Sure." Owen wasn't paying much attention; he focused more on figuring out what he wanted to order.

"Cool, cool cool cool..." Mark mumbled as he drove up to the order window.

Mark started to order his food, and when he finished, he turned to Owen. "What do you want me to get you?"

"I can order my own food," Owen said as he undid his seatbelt and leaned over to Mark's window.

Mark blushed; he didn't really know what was happening. He just knew that the only thing he could do was wait for Owen to move his ass out of his face. Mark waited a bit before he was kind of fed up with having Owen leaning over him, so Mark reached up slightly and placed his hand on the back of Owen's thigh.

"Eek!" Owen shrieked, turning around to give Mark a dirty look, slightly blushing, but not enough for Mark to see.

Owen finished ordering his food and got back in his seat so Mark could drive up to the next window. The two boys got their food and then drove to Mark's house to eat.

The boys sat on Mark's bed as they ate, Mark occasionally looking up at Owen as they ate.

"What?" Owen asked, finally noticing the staring.

"Nothing." Mark said, but Owen knew it was something.

"Tell me." Owen urged, and finally Mark caved.

"I need your help." Mark said, not really wanting to explain.

"And?" Owen wanted to know the rest of this.

"So, you know how Alice broke up with me, right?" Mark started.

"Yes?" Owen wasn't sure where this was going.

"And you also know how homecoming is coming up?" Mark continued.

"Yes?" Owen was slowly becoming more aware of where this was going.

"And you know how you kind of look like a girl...?" Mark didn't want to have to continue.

"I don't like where this is going, Mark." Owen knew what was going to come next.

"I was wondering if you would pretend to be a girl to make Alice jealous...?" Mark didn't want to have to say it.

Owen sighed. "What do I get out of this?" Owen was not going to do this for free.

"I'll figure that out as we go?" Mark hadn't thought about it because he didn't think Owen was going to agree.

"Fine," Owen said as he sighed again. "But only this once."

"Awesome." Mark didn't know what to make of this now, but his plan was working.

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