Jurassic World: Oneshots and Preferences

Preference #4

Your first kiss

  Zach: You had just gotten yourself bandaged up from the cuts and bruises. You sadly had to return to your father, who was a drunk since your mother died. Not a constant mean drunk, but an every now and then mean drunk. You hugged Owen tightly, he was your oldest brother, and your closest friend. Your father begged for you to hurry up. You let go and turned to your father, but Zach stood instead and wrapped his arms around you. You hugged him tightly and cried into his shoulder, he pulled back and held your face in his hands, he wiped your tears away and then leaned in and kissed you softly.

  "Y/n, I don't have time for this! Hurry up!" Your father said sternly. You winced, he was sober, and grumpy from it.

  "Dad, I want to take Y/n to live with me." Owen says, being confident about it.

  "Why would I let you do that?"

  "Think about it, you'd have more money for alcohol, you can get drunk whenever, go back to the old bars you love so much."

  "Are you saying something boy?"

  "Only that you're a bad father, and that Y/n would be happy living with me. I'm an adult, she'd be safe with me." Owen shrugs.

  "You think I care about her safety?"

   "Dad, I think I should have a choice. I want to live with Owen." You say.

    "You are the only way I get money, and I am not letting that go!" Your father used to make you sit on the streets with a worn down blanket wrapped around you, a cup in front of your body, and you sat on the streets with a teddy bear in your hands that was all cut up. People would throw money in the cup, and if you hadn't made more than twenty dollars, then you were not to come in. Cold nights were hard.

  "I'm staying." You refuse. You walk to Owen and wrap your arms around his arm that were resting on his hips.

  "Fine. Don't call to come back." He says sternly. "Came here for nothing." He mutters harshly. You hug Owen tightly.

  Owen: You and Owen shared your first kiss on your wedding day, you had decided to wait.

  "You may kiss the bride." The preacher said, closing his book. Owen grabbed your waist, dipped you down, and kissed you passionately. You wrapped you arms around his neck, and you get many whistles and "Woos!" People were cheering and clapping for the two of you.

  Owen pulled you up, bent down, and pulled you up in his arms bridal style. He ran down the isle happy to have his new wife by his side.