Truth Or Dare? ✓

1. last summer night

(sorry to interrupt, but I have a new story "Two Night Stand" which I am so excited about and it is way better than this one lol, since I am writing it now that I am older. it would mean the world to me if you could check it out!)

  Me and Liz were laying on my messy bed and eating ice cream. It was the last evening of summer and exactly after 14 hours we'll be both sitting in a class room, considering if education is really worth it. By the way, it is not.

I could hear how Owen's family is over for dinner. Again. I mean, when are they not?

"How about we start getting ready? Noah soon will be here to pick us up." Liz suddenly asked, as she threw her phone away.

"I thought we're picking him up." I laughed, while still eating the ice cream.

"How are you gonna get into a dress?" my best friend yelled at me and grabbed my spoon and the container. I knew she would never mean it in a serious way, so I laughed at her.

"I wanna get drunk you idiot, so Noah promised me to not get drunk and drive us back." Liz said and got out of my bed. It was already dark outside and to be honest, I felt pretty cozy in my warm bed. I sighed. Who even agreed to Liz's thought of throwing a party on a Sunday night before the first day of school?

"I thought it's in your summer house and we're staying there until morning." I shook my head, but also slowly got up to see what to wear. The plan was to sleep a little bit until someone of us is somewhat sober, then drive home to change right before the classes start.

"Well, that will happen anyways. What are the chances that Noah actually won't drink?" she said and walked into my bathroom. I started to laugh. Noah is always the first one who's throwing up in a kitchen's sink.

I started to lift up all the nice dresses that I own.

"Wear something your age, you little slut." Liz leered at me from the bathroom's door and threw a toothbrush at me.

"You are seriously so stupid." I shook my head once again because if you would see her dress, everything would get clear in a second. She was wearing light pink and tight dress which didn't leave much for imagination.

I decided for a simple black slip dress with my new converses.

"Wow damn, you look fat in this dress, Bel. Since when did you become so fat?" suddenly I heard deep and a little bit raspy voice from behind me.

I would recognize that voice even when sleeping.

"Oh, no wait! You always look like that!" I could see him smirking from my doorway.

"Get the fuck out Owen! And what it is with the fat shaming today?" I took a pillow from my bed and threw it at him. Obviously his reflexes were so much faster than mine, so before I could even blink, he had caught the pillow and was throwing it back. It landed on my face and almost made me fall.

"If I'm being completely honest though, you look kind of good." he winked at me before finally leaving. Without noticing, my lips curled up for a little smile.

Owen has been that boy whom I have loved, then hated, then loved again, then hated again. Mostly hated, though.

Our parents are friends probably since the day we were born, because we basically spent our whole childhood together. We bullied and abused each other all the time. Once I even got him a black eye, then he pushed me and I broke my leg. But there was time when we were also friends. Best friends. We're still friends, but it has gotten a lot weirder since we're both grown up already.

Since we spent all the time together, I've seen him running around the house without his diaper, I also remember the first time he peed his bed and came to me because we were having a sleepover that night. He has hated peas his whole life and once in dinner he put them in his nose, just because his mom wanted for him to eat them, so we had to spend the whole afternoon in the hospital where they tried to get it out. I was also there when he got his first skateboard on his birthday. Since that day I probably have never seem him without it. He's not that passionate about it anymore sadly. I remember when I learned how to read, so he also did only because he didn't want for me to be ahead of him. Ever.

I was there when his parents split up, later that year got divorced. He used to hang at my place after school practically every day since his parents were always yelling at each other. I was there for him when he made his decision to stay here with his mom, while his dad moved to Paris.

I also remember how we were playing some video game when he got a call from his dad. It was a dark winter night. We were both 13, Owen almost 14. His dad told him that Noora, his new wife, is pregnant. That was the last time they ever talked.

I'll never forget that heartbreaking look on his face when he blankly stared at the wall, then stared to yell and cry. There was nothing that I could do. He was broken. He still is, because I've never seen him crying ever again, and since that night he wasn't the same Owen anymore. He wasn't my Owen anymore. He drifted away. Completely.

That night we also got drunk for the first time. Next morning my mom came into my room and found us sleeping on the floor with her and dad's wine and whiskey bottles around us.
"At least no one died, mom." I remember myself saying.

I was also there when he introduced his first and only girlfriend to his mom. That Sarah girl was really nice for a 14 year old but Owen got tired of her after the first week. Ever since that he doesn't do dating, as he is saying. I think it's so cringe to say that, because how I see it, it's more like he has built this wall between him and anyone else, because he doesn't want to get hurt. He doesn't want to have his heart broken again, he doesn't want to feel anything. His dad was his favorite person. His hero. But that dickhead decided to leave him anyways.

In the past years, that bond, friendship or whatever we had, just kind of slipped away. Now we are just jerks to each other all the time and we also don't see each other that much anymore. We definitely don't hang out just as too as we used to.

We both have different interests. He's always out seducing girls or getting stoned with his stoner friends, while I'm studying or spending time with Liz and Noah. It sucks, and to be honest, makes me really sad when I think about it. Because for a very long period of time he was my best friend. He was the only person to whom I could talk about everything and anything, and I could be sure that it always stayed only between us.

Now almost always whenever I see him, he's messing with girls. He has stopped fucking them all the time, though, but he still likes to mess with their heads. He is very attractive and he is very well aware of it. Fuck, he's so attractive!

I get why Owen now is the way he is. Life has totally screwed him but I'm still hurt that in the process of growing up, he had dumped me, pushed me away. I mean, I wasn't really doing anything to prevent it from happening either. I just kind of let us slip away.

I hate to see him this way. I really wish there was something that I could do to change that, after all he is the most special person for me. Always has been. Always will be.

"You fucking died there?" Liz yelled at me, pulling me back from my thoughts.

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it's a bit all over the place but i hope that you still liked it :)