The Experiment (Draft)

Bad Timing

Owen:

"Hey Luke, ya here?" I say as I knock on his door, which opens it. I check his closet and he isn't there. I think he may be in the kitchen, so I head down the hallway, when I notice Lydia's door is open. I peek, and see her and Luke curled up together, kissing. For some reasons, this pisses me off. I just want to run over and peel him off her, to put my lips were his are...

Wait, I don't like her, I never have had these feelings for her. Why am I acting like this? Lucas is one of my closest friends, and Lydia is just a friend. I stand there for a while, just watching them kiss. Why is he so gentle? It's like he's scared to touch her. Man, I could show her how a man kisses a woman. 

Wait, Owen, knock it off! What are you doing, this is creepy! I just turn back around and try to go to bed, the image of them together seared into my brain.

*****

I wake up early in the morning, the memories of last night haunting my thoughts. I throw a pair of grey sweatpants on, and look in the mirror. Why does she want him? He was so thin and tall, like a willow branch. I was only an inch or two shorter than him, but more built, so why does she want to kiss him?

Whatever. I go down stairs and get the waffles started. Lydia is the first up, coming downstairs in a silk purple robe. I wonder if she is still wearing his shirt. Just the thought infuriates me.

"Hey Lid." I say as she rubs the sleep from her eyes.

"Hey Owen." She stills has her sleepy voice. It was so cute.She finally looks at me, and widens her eyes when she looks at my chest. Hum, that's what I thought.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Um yeah, yeah I did." She says to my chest. It was her time to feel flustered for once.

"Oh good." She walked past me to go to the fridge, but trips right behind me, and I catch her like in the movies. I set the spatula on the counter, determined now to kiss her like she should be kissed. I pull her in and press my lips against hers. Hard. I can't tell if she is kissing me back or not. I slam my bare chest against her silk- covered one, and feel her wrap her tiny hands around my arms. Oh, yeah, she is into this. I pick her up, our lips still slammed together. I set her on the counter and run my hands through her hair, grabbing the outside of her thighs, her hands grabbing my jaw. She pushes away, suddenly, and pushes me away to hop off the counter. I don't see her face as she walks back up the stairs.