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Thirty-three || Steel

Hey! How are you guys?

Okay so this chapter is in Steel's POV. This was fun, I like Steel, and I was reading comments back on the first book and realized that Steel has his own little fanclub that I never knew existed. So yay for that, and yay for him getting another chapter after like 84 years. Rather grim chapter, but it has some bromance and stuff to even it out. (and a cliffhanger but at this point you guys should be used to it)

Anyway, I'm on time! Even though my teachers gave me hours of homework to do over the weekend on the second day of school! I'm using exclamation points but I'm actually ready to throw a stapler at their heads!

So that's that.

OH YEAH. This is stupid but I enjoy you commenting like two seconds after I update so I decided to congratulate Forestflicker on being first to comment two chapters in a row. She's seriously a ninja. Also Carthya got the second comment, with Leilani1210 close in third. That's just me being dumb but anyway shoutout to y'all for making my week.

So this chapter goes to DanielBlackwell, because I noticed their comment on the last chapter and I'm glad that I could get past their premonitions. Also, they're very nice and offer me help and deal with my lateness and my short chapters and my filler chapters and it's very appreciated.

SO. That's about it, I'm here if any of you want to talk, just bother me till I answer, I love of all of you and thank you so much for reading, voting, and making my week with your comments. Enjoy the chapter!

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     "A week?"

Steel heard Owen's exclamation from down the hall.

Someone – it sounded like Jensen – responded, but Steel couldn't hear that. He was waiting at the front door for Owen to go to work. Steel was coming, Owen didn't really have a choice.

     "Tell me if she calls again," Owen said, letting out a sigh as he started around the corner and down the hall. "I'm late already."

He saw Steel leaning against the doorframe and stopped. "No," he said.

Steel examined the calluses and little scars over his hands. "I could tell Maple and Sparky you're leaving without them..."

Owen huffed, walking past Steel and pulling the car keys from out of his pocket. "Fine," he said. "But just this once, kid, you got it?"

Steel held his hands up in surrender, but it was hard to take Owen seriously when he had trouble twisting the doorknob due to his sweater paws. Steel snickered and Owen growled, which made it even funnier.

     "Just get in the car, kid," Owen huffed.

Owen tended to call Steel kid. He called everyone kid at some point, but Steel was the only one Owen continually called kid. It didn't particularly bother Steel. It was better than some things he had been called.

He followed Owen to the car, hopping in through the open window and settling in the shotgun seat with his feet on the dash. He threw a glance at Owen to see if he would chastise, but the man just turned the ignition and pulled out of the driveway.

The drive was silent, except for Steel restlessly changing the radio station every two minutes until he was satisfied with the song. Neither of them talked much. Owen was more reserved and grumpy – especially when he didn't have coffee – but Steel didn't mind talking. He just found that there wasn't use for it a lot of the time.

     "Can we stop here?" Steel asked as they entered the city.

Owen slowed. "Why?"

Steel pointed at a passing shop. "Croissants."