Song of the Sabotaged

Part 7

We relocated after washing the dishes, and sat ourselves on his couch. The cold leather tickled my thighs and seeped through my clothes.

He tried multiple times to contact the others, and didn't quite make it through.

"So, what do you do when this happens?" I questioned lightly. The air around us was frigid.

He looked at me. "We will wait here, and if there is not a reply by the end of the night, I will report to the Academy. Right now, we entertain ourselves."

I nodded, my hands running across my bare skin. 

Owen typed at his phone, a deep crease in his face. Biting my lip, the need to help him somehow filled me. I was nervous with an idea in my head.

 "What do you enjoy doing in your spare time Owen?"

His head raised slightly in question, his steel eyes meeting mine.

 "You said we needed a distraction? Maybe we can use this time to get to know each other better. It seems I only ever see you for violin lessons." 

His lip raised a centimeter, and pride filled me. "Perhaps we can do something you're more relaxed with. Would you care to join me for a movie, Sang? It would appear we will have time on our hands."

  I nodded my head enthusiastically.  

"Anything specific on you're in the mood for?"

I shook my head. "No, you should choose. I don't know what you have, or what you enjoy."

He frowned slightly, and stood up and crossed over to a shelf containing what I assumed was his collection of movies. It was completely full. I assumed it was also alphabetically ordered.

Owen plopped a movie into the dvd player and sat back down.

"What movie did you choose?"

"A classic. The Lion King. It's one of the boys' favorite movies. It's a personal favorite." he said playfully.

I couldn't help but giggle at his joking tone, settling into my seat on the couch next to him.

A few moments of silence settled between us. "Are you cold?" Owen asked suddenly.

"Huh?"

"You're skin is covered in goosebumps." He stood up and walked down the hall. My face flushed in embarrassment as he returned with multiple blankets. "You should have mentioned you were cold, Sang."

"Oh, I hadn't noticed." I felt bad, making him get up to fetch things for me.

"Stand." 

I popped to my feet. Owen Walked past me, placing some blankets on the leather seats.

He then turned to look at me, a blanket in hand. "Now miss Sang, this is very important. I need you to put he hands by your side." I listened to him, curious as to what he was going to have me do. "Good. Good. This is a very important process." 

With a playful smirk, he wrapped the blanket around me, thoroughly burritoing me in the blanket. I giggled as he tightly tucked in the end pieces. Owen helped me sit down, legs curled under me, leaning against the side.

He took up the side to my left, looking pleased, and finally pressed play.