Catch Me If You Can (boyxboy)

Chapter 2

“Okay, do you see that enemy soldier right there?” I ask Owen as he licks his lips nervously. He nods and looks at me, awaiting instructions.

“When I say go, I’m going to run around this corner and shoot at him while you run into the shack behind him and retrieve the prize box.”

“But… what if you get shot?” Owen mumbles, his hands shaking slightly.

I smile down at him. “Trust me. I’ll be fine. I know plenty of cheats.” I lean down and peck his nose before turning back to the task at hand.

“Three… two… one… GO!” I yell and I run out of the protection of the corner and start firing at random. Owen does as I told him and soon enough, the screen flashes with a big red message: Congratulations! You won!

Owen sighs and drops his controller onto the beanbag. “Oh, gosh golly. I cannot believe I just did that.” I chuckle at his choice of words.

“Why were you so nervous? It’s just a game.”

“Because! I’ve never played violent games before! I don’t like violence!” I snort.

“I beg to differ. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve had to save you from fights?” He counts in his head and his face scrunches up in realization.

“Yes, and I love you for that,” he mutters, patting my head. “Though, I don’t think it was that many. Maybe one… or two… maybe 15.”

“Or maybe 47. Just a thought,” I say, mimicking his distant voice. He pouts.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he grumbles. “And it was 46. That one time, the fight hadn’t even started.” I think back and nod in agreement.

“Okay, 46.” He sighs and looks around before a creepy grin takes over his features.

“Hey, you wanna play a real video game?” he asks in a scary voice,

I look at him warily before caving and nodding. He walks over to the cabinet where video games are stored before coming out with three games: Guitar Hero, Mario Kart, and Lego: Batman.

I stare at him disbelief. Really? Then again, he is Owen…

“I will cream you at these games!” He shouts as he jumps up and down, his blue hair flopping everywhere.

“I highly doubt that,” I mutter. “I’m the Mario Kart King.”

He grins deviously. “Not for long.”

He pops in the disc and hands me a controller, sitting on the beanbag next to mine.

“Prepare to die,” he mutters as the starting screen shows up and says ‘Mario Kart… Wii’ in a really weird voice. Finally, it’s time to race and Owen taps on the ‘1’ button furiously. The countdown stops and Owen jets off, leaving me in the dust.

“No fair! You used a cheat!” I pout and Owen giggles, his eyes never leaving the screen. When he turns, he turns his whole body and when he zig-zags around trees, he moves with the car. Needless to say, it was quite entertaining to watch.

“YES!” He jumps up as he crosses the finish line in first place.

“Mario Kart King my ass. You’re in 11th place, slowpoke,” he giggles and jumps into my lap.

“Let’s play Guitar Hero, next. I’m amazing at that game.” I allow him to pop in the disc and pull out the toy guitars as I quickly look up the directions to the game. What? I’ve never played it before.

“Hey, Owen, you can do a round by yourself first, so that I can assess your skills and see if you’re good enough for me.” I instigate him and it works. He turns red and throws the strap across his shoulder.

“I’ll show you,” he mutters and pure concentration takes over his features. He chooses “Through the Fire and the Flames” on hard and I watch as the dot thingies start to scroll up. They come at full speed and I lose track of Owens fingers as they fly across the buttons, mashing them furiously. At the end of the song, he gets and 84% and I stare at him shocked.

“Crap,” he mutters. “I didn’t do too well.”

“W-what!?! Didn’t do too well? Owen, I lost track of your fingers. You did amazing. That’s not humanly possible!” He smiles sheepishly and I laugh at his ridiculousness.

“I don’t even want to play. I’ve never played before. You can keep that game.” He looks at me, his mouth agape.

“Shush,” I pout and close his mouth. “Let’s play batman.” He nods and looks at his hands,

“Sure. Just let my fingers regenerate the dead cells.” I smile and peck his forehead before he goes to, once again, pop in the disc and returns with the nunchucks. He tosses one to me and I insert it into the slot. That’s pretty much how we spend our day. Laughing, kissing and playing games. When nine o’clock comes, Owen is already dozing off in my arms as we watch his favorite movie, Now You See Me. I pick him up and carry him up to his room, his head lolling off my shoulder a couple times. I set him down and he snuggles under the covers, already half asleep. I slide in next to him and he instantly buries his face in my chest, falling into a deep sleep.

“Goodnight, Munchkin,” I murmur as I wrap my hands around his waist and burry my face in his blue hair.

Soon, I’m asleep too.

Beep Beep Beep Beep.

I wake up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock going off. Ugh. It’s Monday. I glance down and see Owen open his big green eyes groggily, his lips slightly parted, just adding to his adorableness.

“Morning, beautiful,” I say.

He yawns, “Good morning.”

I pull him out of bed and send him to the bathroom to brush his teeth and shower while I pick out his clothes. I take out a pair of white skinny jeans, a blue button down shirt, and his blue converse and lay them out on the bed. He walks out of the bathroom, his hair sticking to his face, the smell of strawberries wafting off of it.

“I need to redo this,” he murmurs, pointing to the part of his hair where the roots were growing in their original blonde color.

“I’m thinking purple, maybe.” I nod and move towards the bathroom, pausing only to poke his stomach, and take a shower. I brush my teeth and get dressed. As we walk downstairs, I smell bacon and am about to yell, but Owen beats me to it.

“Bacon!” He screams as he runs down the stairs. He stuffs his face with the bacon and Danni and I chuckle as we watch. I grab a pancake and glance at my watch.

“Crap, we’re gonna be late! Gotta go, Danni. Bye!” I grab Owen and pull him out to my car where I speed to school. We get there just as the bell rings. Luckily, Owen and I have first period together. We take our seats just as the teacher walks in.

For the first part of class, it’s just typical. Mrs. Benson rambles on about who know what, but it’s when a stranger walks through the door that the interesting part starts.

“Oh, hello. Are you my new student?” asks Mrs. Benson and the tall guy nods, his hair covering his face.

“Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?” He turns to us and then I see his scar. I light pink one running down his cheek.

“My name is Cyren Tyde. I just moved here from Ohio.” His eyes dart around the class and land on Owen. This is when I know that I’m going to have a problem with him. Looking at him would be okay, but it’s how they guy looked at him that worries me. For, the look he gave Owen was not one of lust or want or even confusion. It was a look I have only seen in movies. It was the worst of its kind.

The look he gave Owen was a look of psychotic murderous intent.

Tate to the side.

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