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AMELIAS POV
I heard Owen's alarm clock going off.
"Owen," I mumbled.
"Mhm," he groaned. He shut it off and I turned and faced him.
"Morning," he said.
"Morning," I said and pecked his lips. We both got up and got dressed and grabbed our bags for school. We walked downstairs and ate breakfast with his mom and Megan and then she drove us to school. We got to the school and Owen and I got out and Evelyn was going to go drop Megan off at the middle school.
"Thank you!" Owen and I said as we got out of the car and walked into the school. Owen followed me to my locker and I grabbed the books I needed for my morning classes.
"Do you have any tests today?" He asked.
"I have like a spanish vocab thing, you?" I said.
"Math," he said.
"Ooh good luck," I said.
"See I'm actually good at math," he said.
"Shut up," I chuckled. We started walking to our classes and I said goodbye to him before walking into my class.
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I was walking out of spanish when I saw Callie.
"Hey," I said.
"Mark just talked to me," Callie said.
"What did he say?" I said.
"He walked past me and said hey," she said, "he knows who I am!"
"I wouldn't be surprised you're actually stalking him," I chuckled.
"Oh shut up!" Callie said.
"You are! You stalk all his socials," I laughed.
"Can you just get Derek to get him to talk to me?" Callie said.
"Dude I've tried!" I laughed as we walked down the hall.
"So have you and Owen done it?" She asked quietly.
"No," I said, "I don't know."
"Don't listen to April about all that religion crap," she chuckled.
"I'm not don't worry," I chuckled. I looked up and saw Owen and Jackson walking down the opposite end of the hallway. I gave Owen a little wave and he did the same. I smiled as he came over to me.
"Hey how was your math test?" I asked.
"It was easy," He said.
"Don't think I've even said that," I joked.
"How was spanish?" He asked.
"It was pretty each actually," I said.
"That's good," he said and kissed my head.
"Yeah," I said.
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OWENS POV
Amelia and I were sitting at the counter in my kitchen doing homework. She was so cute when she was focusing on her work.
"What are you working on?" I asked since I was already done with my work.
"Biology," she said.
"I hated that class," I said.
"I hate it too," she chuckled and wrote something down and then closed her binder. She pecked my lips and then we went upstairs.
"What do you want to do?" I asked.
"I don't know," She shrugged. I walked over and wrapped my arms around her and she smiled.
"Hi," she said quietly.
"Hi," I said and pecked her lips. We started making out and I pulled her body into mine.
"Owen!" I heard from downstairs.
"Ugh," I frowned at Amelia. She chuckled and I walked downstairs.
"What Megan?" I said.
"Mom said it's okay if my friends pick me up," she said.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I'm going over to Nathan's house, but with other people," she said, "Teddy and her mom are picking me up."
"Okay," I said, "have fun."
"Thanks," she said, "moms coming home in about an hour."
"Okay," I said.
"She's here I'll see you later," Megan said.
"Alright see ya meg," I said and walked back upstairs. I walked back into my room and Amelia was lying on my bed on her phone.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," she smiled and put her phone down.
"Megan is hanging out with that boy again," I said.
"Really?" Amelia smiled, "she really likes him."
"Why does she tell you about him and not me?" I said.
"Because you're the over protective older brother that's why," she laughed, "You'd over react and get protective, I listen and talk to her."
"Fine," I pouted.
"Oh don't pout," She chuckled and sat up. I pouted again and she chuckled and kissed my cheek.
"You know you're incredibly cute when you pout?" She chuckled.
"That's why I do it," I chuckled and she kissed me.
"You're very cute," she said and I held her in my arms. I kissed her forehead and she smiled.
"Hey Owen?" She said sweetly.
"Yeah?" I said and pushed a piece of hair behind her ear.
"I love you," she giggled.
"I love you too," I smiled, and I was so thankful that she was finally doing better.

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