Owen's Pov
We'd just finished our marathon, and as usual, Olivia cried at the ending. It was honestly cute watching her tear up—
No. Not cute. I don't want to see her cry.
Oh Lord, that sounded wrong...
"Owen."
I turned around to see Olivia holding out her chips packet toward me. I took a handful and shoved them into my mouth, mostly so I wouldn't say anything stupid.
A few minutes later, the boys came downstairs, and all of us ended up hanging out in the living room together.
We heard the front door open. Assuming it was my mom, none of us reacted. The boys immediately crowded around her, digging through the bags she was carrying.
"Guys, we're going on a long road trip," my mom announced.
We all stared at her.
What.
"You heard me. Go put on your farm clothes, because we're going farming. Also, pack for three days."
And that was all she said before marching back out, dragging me with her like a hostage.
Once she shut the door behind us, she smacked me on the head. Hard.
"I left you two alone the whole day so you could make a move on her. But no. My son is allergic to hints. And don't even try lying, I know you like her. I literally pushed you out of a small hole, I can read you like a book!"
I blinked, stunned, while she kept ranting.
"Anyway, we're going on that road trip, and you are getting closer to her. No saying no. You'll thank me later."
Then she stormed off to her room.
I just stood there, absolutely dumbfounded.
"What are you doing!!! Pack your things!" she yelled from inside.
That snapped me out of it. I bolted to my room and started throwing random clothes into my bag—anything that looked remotely "farm appropriate" or "road-trip-ish."
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