The Brains and The Rebel

Chapter V

I showed him the bedroom, and where things were. Even if no one stayed in here, I like to keep it tidy. One day when I was cleaning it and mom was home she asked me why waste time in a room we won't use?

"You never know when we get guest over momma!" 

I was ten when I decided to keep it clean, and it finally paid off.

"So...this is it." I told him.

"Nice, and for a room that's unused, it's tidy." Owen said as he placed his bag down and looking around, facing away from me.

"Yeah, I texted my mom a few minutes ago, saying you were spending the night."

"Does she mind?" He asked me, taking off his shirt.

I blushed deeply, "N-no, she just w-wants you to c-clean after yourself."

"Heh, okay. I guess good night then." He looked at me.

I notice there were a few scars on his chest, which made me wonder how he got them. I blushed when I realized I was looking at his chest, and even more when he noticed.

"I-I'm sorry! The bathroom is to the left! Good night!" I blurted and hurried out of the room.

That night, I laid in my bed and looking up at the ceiling. For a strange reason, I wanted to stay with Owen and just talk like we used to. I heaved a sigh and turn over, facing the wall and went to sleep again.

I had that same dream, the one where he was a demon and turned into a fallen angel, except he didn't have horns. He picked me up and whispered to me: 

"Won't you be mine, forever?"

I opened my mouth, but then I woke up

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I woke up to the smell of bacon and I sat up, thinking mom was cooking again. I hurried to the kitchen, only to see Owen, he was wearing long, black, pajama bottoms and a white tank top. I blushed slightly, leaning on the door trying to seem less awkward.

"U-uh, hi..." I managed to say.

"Oh hey, Your mom told me to tell you she left for work and won't be back until tonight." He said, not looking away from the pan.

I nodded and walked over, sitting on the opposite counter from him and watching him.

"How did you find the bacon?" I asked him, curiously.

"Oh, your mom showed me before she left." 

He set the bacon from the pan onto a plate covered with napkins. I watched him, how he was moving, but more importantly how he couldn't look at me.

"Is...Something wrong?" I asked him.

There was a pause, it felt so long that I opened my mouth to speak but Owen stopped me.

"My...Dad called. He made a comment on if I was staying at a boyfriend's house. We then got into an argument but all and all...He kicked me out."

"I'm so sorry Owen." I told him.

"It's fine. I talked to your mom about it and she told me I could stay here, but I would need to help with paying the bills and chores."

"Wait...My mom was cool with that?" I said, surprised.

Usually, she's more protective of me when it comes to strangers.

"Well, not right away; she seemed annoyed. Eventually, we came with an agreement." He said, taking a piece of bacon from the plate.

"That makes more sense..." I mumbled.

"Anyways, want a piece?" He waved the piece of pork strip in front of me.

"O-okay." I stuttered and reached for the piece.

He yanked it but and wiggled his pointer finger at me, " Nah just open your mouth."

I blushed and opened it slightly, he put the piece in my mouth gently and I took a bite.

"Mm, Thanks." I said, chewing.

"Yeah well, I usually cook for myself nowadays." He said, looking down and standing next to me.

I looked at him and smiled weakly, "Well, you're an amazing cook." 

He chuckled, " Nah, anyone could make bacon. Hell, even a toddler could."

"Okay, then what else can you cook?" I asked him.

He smirked and looked away from me, I realized why he was hiding his face...He was blushing. 

He rubbed his neck and let out another chuckled, "Heh, well I know a few things about cooking."

"Do you want me to teach you?" I asked him.

"You know how to cook?" He seemed surprised.

"Hey my mom can bake, but even sometimes she's off. I'm the chef of the house."

"Oh yeah?~" He said, smirking and looking at me.

"Y-yes!" I blushed deeply.

Whenever he gets this close to me, it makes me remember that dream I had. With him being a demon then changing into an angel. Giving me the same smirk as he's doing right now.

He let out a laugh, "Dude, you're adorable."

I blushed more, "N-no I'm n-not!"

He laughed, even more, it made him tilt his head back. It was probably the first time I actually saw him having fun and it was hard not to join in as well. Once it finally died down we looked at each other and Owen gave off a smile I never saw before.

"Y'know...I'm sorry...for what had happened between us," he said, looking down.

"It's fine...I knew something was wrong...I wish I was courageous enough to ask or to stand on my own..." I rubbed my neck. 

Owen cleared his throat, "Wanna, uh, make pancakes?" 

I nodded and smiled, grabbing a clean pan and getting to work. We made each other our version of pancakes. I made him blueberry pancakes and I taught him how to make chocolate chip pancakes. It was fun being friends again, but something in me felt awkward. It was whenever Owen looked at me, or when he smiled. Could it be from the dream I've been having? No, maybe, but I was for sure about one thing...I liked hanging out with him and was happy he was staying with us.

What could go wrong?