A damn good try. Owen Farrell fanfic

8. Miss me?

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My body ached all over, I slumped against the back of the sofa, eating the remains of my sweet chilli chicken and rice. Bella was gorging herself on green curry, with the occasional rice cracker. "Slow down or you'll throw up!" I joked, she flipped me off and I rolled my eyes, turning back the T.V screen.

We'd been watching friends for about an hour already, and neither of us were ready to end the marathon. I pushed the box aside and groaned, I stretched out on the sofa, muscles screaming in protest.

The show cut to ads and I got up slowly. "I'mma go shower" I told Bella, who didn't look up, but grunted. I limped to the bathroom and stripped off my sweaty rugby gear. I turned the shower on and twisted my hair up into a bun as I waited for the water to heat up.

I stepped under the hot water and sighed in relief. The water unknotted my muscles and, when I stepped out, ten minutes later, I was already feeling better. I dried myself and wrapped the towel around me.

Crossing the hall to my bedroom I slipped on underwear and a blue Leinster rugby top and grey pyjama shorts. I let my hair down and brushed it, then braided it tightly. When I went back into the living room, Bella was hanging upside down from the sofa.

"Every single time" she groaned. "I told you you'd feel sick" I replied smugly. "But it's so good" she moaned. I smiled and turned off the T.V. I silenced her protest. "I have work tomorrow, so do you. It's half eleven"

I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea. Blowing over it to cool it down, I retreated to my bedroom. I wrapped the covers around me and took a sip. I relaxed back into bed, until I finished my tea, I then switched off the lights and fell asleep.

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I slammed my hand down on the alarm, and opened my eyes. Why did work have to be so early? I stumbled into the kitchen and made myself a coffee and some toast. After finishing them, I got changed into blue jeans and a black sweater.

Concealing my dark circles, I them slapped some mascara onto my lashes. I pulled on black boots and picked up my bag. I surveyed my plait. It was messy, but presentable.

I raced out the door and down the street. It was seven o'clock, and I had to be at the shop in five minutes. I panted as I reached the shop, unlocking the door and unsetting the alarm.

I signed into the till and wiped down the surfaces. I threw my bags to the locker and tied the apron around my waist. At half past, I opened the door, and switched the sign to open.

People drifted in and out, the occasional jogger, or businessman on their way to work early. I took orders, made coffees and bagged pastries. At half eight, Marcus arrived. His eyes lit up when he saw me.

I internally groaned, "Was that Owen Farrell?" He asked breathlessly. "No" I curtly replied, turning with a big smile to the customer.

Marcus was persistent. "Are you sure?" "YES!" I shouted, causing a few people to frown at me. Marcus took a step back and muttered under his breath. I was nearing the end of my shift, when a tall, muscular person came up to the till.

"I'd like two coffees, a croissant amd a pain au chocolat" he ordered. I played along, making the coffees and retrieving the pastries. "That'll be five euro please" he handed over the change.

"So, what's a pretty young girl like you, working here?" "Times are tough, girls gotta do what a girls gotta do, besides, rugby boots are expensive" I said, sticking my tongue out at Owen.

"Trust me,I know" I signed out of the till and made my way towards the back of the shop. "Who are they for?" I asked, gesturing to the food, "Us" "I have to study, and I'm tired"

"I think you misunderstood" Owen replied. "We are going to the park, and will have this food. The you will be nice and we will have a civil conversation." I snorted. "And if I don't?"

Owen grinned evilly. "Are you sure you want to find out?" I pretended to think. "I'll be out in a sec." I exchanged my apron for my bag and waved goodbye to Marcus. Owen and I headed out the door and across the road to the park.

Finding a bench, we sat down and Owen handed me a coffee. I took a sip and waited for my pastry. I reached into the bag and took out the pain au chocolat. Owen's face dropped when he saw this.

"That's mine" he stated, I pouted, "But I love the chocolate" "I bought it" "I sold it" "I'm better looking" I snorted at that, "I have a brighter future" "I'm nicer" "I'm Irish" "I'm English." "I'm flawless"

We continued to bicker until I broke the pastries in two. I ate my half slowly. Savouring the buttery pastry, I then sipped my coffee. "How was training last night?" Owen asked, I groaned.

"That bad?" "I hurt all over" "Been there" I leaned back against the bench. Pigeons started or gather at our feet, due to the mess of crumbs Owen had created. I kicked at them with my feet.

They flew off quickly and I smiled. "They're birds" I shrugged, "So?" "No need to look so victorious" "Its not that," "What is it then?" "One more day of you" Owen fell silent.

"Oww?" I laughed softly. "So you won't miss me?" Owen asked, cockily. "I'm not sure," I answered seriously. Owen smirked and poked me between the ribs. "Knew it"

I rolled my eyes, "You're so immature Farrell" Owen stuck his tongue out. I shook my head laughing, Will you miss me?" I playfully asked...

Yay! Cliffhanger! L.O.L typed this at half of twelve in the morning, Whoo! Who cares about the three tests tomorrow? Or today? Bleh, too tired to work that out. Night!