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Post by OWEN ANDREWS on Mar 17, 2012 12:22:54 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 756 ( TAGGED ) BEE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE He really needed to get out more often. Right now he was lazing about on his couch, his chocolate Lab laying across his stomach. The dog loved to snuggle and that made things entirely too difficult for Owen. He never wanted to get up because of the darn dog. Looking down at the canine, whose eyes were closed and who was snoring, Owen burst out laughing. That scared the mutt and he jumped awake, looking at Owen as if something was wrong. And then he realized that the man was only laughing, which caused Singer to start licking his face without stopping. Owen closed his mouth at that point, trying to shove the Singer's head away from him. "I give, I give. Singer, stop!" The Lab finally jumped down from the couch, yipping at the man to get him up. Owen groaned and stood and then glanced over at the clock. His heart skipped a beat. He had lost track of time and he was definitely supposed to meet Bee at the carnival in ten minutes!
In his scramble to stand up, he fell rather ungracefully, getting tangled in the blankets on the couch. Smashing his elbow rather roughly, he yelped and then got to his feet. Running forward, he slid to a halt in the kitchen, Singer at his heels wagging his tail furiously. Owen filled his bowl and then raced to his bedroom in the back of the apartment, changing into a simple pair of jeans a black long sleeved sweater. Running his hands over his new buzz cut, he was glad that he didn't have to worry about styling that. He had just gotten it done today so he hoped that Bee liked that. At the thought of seeing her, his heart skipped a beat and a smile appeared on his handsome features. Shaking that thought from his mind, he dashed into the bathroom and washed his face, brushing his teeth and doing the normal cleanly things. Once he was finished, he made sure he looked somewhat presentable and grabbed his keys and his cellphone, as well as his wallet. Giving Singer a bone, he left the radio on for him and then hurried out, locking the door behind him as he went. He hurried down the stairs two at a time and was more than thankful that he had gotten a spot so close to the building this time.
Getting into the black Jeep Wrangler, he let the engine roar to life and then peeled out of the spot. He didn't cut anyone off so that was always a plus. Driving like a maniac to get there on time, he realized it was no use. He was already ten minutes late so hopefully she wasn't too upset. Knowing Bee she would just tease him about it since he was such a stickler for being on time. Grinning at that thought, he reached the area for the carnival and pulled into where he was directed. Parking the Jeep easily, he shut it off and got out, making sure that was locked as well. He didn't trust anyone around here. Walking towards the gate, he was glad that he didn't see her yet. Maybe she wasn't here. Or maybe she hadn't gone in yet? Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he dialed her number and held the phone up to his ear. As it rang, his blue green eyes stared around the area, trying to spot her blonde hair. sorry it sucks. didn't know what else to do! |
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Post by bridget goodwin on Mar 17, 2012 16:03:11 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 550 ( TAGGED ) OWEN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Closing the door to her small car, Bee stepped out and looked around. The ferris wheel grasped her attention first and she smiled sheepishly as the younger child in her was busting out. She hadn’t truly enjoyed herself too much, especially since the snow had fallen. Bee hated the snow and everyone knew it. The only decent thing was that her TV show had got picked up for more episodes, and that they had created an arch for the recent snow fall. So not only did she hate the snow, but she was forced to act professionally in the snow and she wanted to die. Her nose was still clogged with snot and she was constantly sniffling. But Owen had been around more, and she had spent almost all of her free time with him. There was a part of her that knew spending time with him as wrong, but she couldn’t stop. He was officially her best friend, and probably one of her only friends as well. Not everyone had enough confidence to come up to a famous actress and try to get to know her. Which was silly, because Bee loved people and loved meeting new people.
She took a step and was momentarily blinded by cameras. The cameras had spent more time around her lately than anyone else. Maybe someone had given a tip or something, but Bee gave a small smile to the two or three cameras before pushing past them and making her way into the park. She pulled out a couple of dollars, gave them to the attendee, and walked right in. One of the teenagers pressed a stamp on her hand and Bee’s blue eyes glanced over the red stamp. It was simply a stamp to allow her to have access to all the rides. Blue eyes glanced around and she suddenly frowned. Owen was running a little late, and that was highly unusual and she didn’t understand why. Usually she was the one running late and making up stupid reasons as to why, but the roles had changed for once.
Walking a little away from the gates, she went to one of the food places. She ordered fried dough, covered in sauce and cheese, before adding a cup of beer. Sipping the cold beer out of a red solo cup, she waited for her fried dough and prayed that the food would be ready and that Owen hadn’t died in a car crash or something ridiculous like that. Suddenly, her Kelly Clarkson ring tone broke through the silence and she grabbed it from her pocket. ”Bridget Goodwin” she said all officially before smiling at the voice. ”You’re late, mister. I had to order food and a beer all by myself. You get none of it. And good luck finding me, I’m by a cart that sells yummy food…particularly fried dough covered in sauce” she teased, her eyes glancing through the crowd, dying to catch a glance of him. Her eyes found his newly cut hair and she busted out laughing, clutching the phone closer to her ear. ”I see you!” she teased, before turning and collecting her fried dough. In one hand there was a beer, in the next, food, and Bee was surprised she hadn’t fallen over yet or dropped anything.
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Post by OWEN ANDREWS on Mar 30, 2012 0:15:40 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 756 ( TAGGED ) BEE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Owen stood quietly looking at Bee as she tried to unsuccessfully eat the entire piece of fried dough that she had purchased. One knew that the fair food was always super sized. She could barely finished the breakfast they went out and got in the morning. If she finished this he was going to ask her if she was pregnant because that would be the only explanation. And if that was the case he'd happily drink the rest of the beer. A grin started forming on his handsome face when he saw her slowing down. He knew she wouldn't be able to handle it. Grinning triumphantly now, he happily accepted the piece of fried dough that she offered him. "Well thank you miss. It's so kind of you to share." Owen was like a bottom less pit. He could eat and eat and eat and not gain an ounce of weight. It pissed off a lot of his female friends, but it never stopped him from helping them finish their food when the time called for it.
Taking a sip of her beer and knowing she'd probably whack him for that, he danced out of her reach, not wanting to face the repercussions. "Sharing is caring Bee, remember that." He told her with a cheeky grin upon his handsome face, keeping out of her reach for now. As she admitted that she appreciated the nickname of Bag Boy, he gave her a feigned glare and stuck his tongue out for a moment before helping himself to another swig of beer. He'd buy one for the both of them soon enough so that was why he had no problem doing this. He knew she would have a small problem even if it was in jest. Grinning still, he heard her next words and nodded his head. "Whatever you want to do love. Tonight's your night." Shrugging easily, he saw the plate that she was handing him, still holding fried dough and had no problem handing the beer over in exchange. He wolfed the dough down in a minute, showing that not only could he finished any thing put in front of him, but also that he hadn't been eating as much as he should have been lately. He also wasn't sleeping but that was simply because he had been piled with deadlines and he refused to fail. He was a good journalist, a good reporter because of his dedication. His editor appreciated it and loved his style, but he treated Owen like a machine. The young man would never admit when he was overdone and spent though. That wasn't his way. Hiding the exhaustion with the good natured smile on his face, he looked over his shoulder as he heard the sudden scurry of voices and feet moving their way.
Furrowing his brow, he recognized the paparazzi and tossed the plate away as soon as he finished the fried dough. Wiping his hands together, he tried to hide the irritation upon his face but figured he was quite unsuccessful. They couldn't leave her alone for just one night? The ten cameras were flashing in her face over and over again and Owen just about had it. Clenching his fists, he stepped in front of Bee, using his hand to gently direct her away. But the cameras would have none of that. As one got in her face repeatedly, Owen warned him to back off and received only a rude response. Nearly growling, he spun on his heel and lost his mind for a moment, landing a punch straight to the guy's face. As he realized what he did, the other paparazzi seemed to get a thrill out of that. They were snapping his picture now as well as the camera guy on the ground. Stunned, he looked at Bee, worried he had just ruined things for her and her reputation. sorry it sucks. didn't know what else to do! |
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Post by bridget goodwin on Apr 1, 2012 17:38:06 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 588 ( TAGGED ) OWEN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE She smiled into the phone, it resting gently on her shoulder as she tried to balance everything. Bee was a naturally clumsy person, and those close to her knew that very well. Usually something was knocked over or pushed or broken whenever she was around, and that was even when both her hands were free. But with her concentration to not spill her beer or fried dough, Bee managed to hold onto things and listen and respond to Owen and his chatterness. ”Blah blah blah. It’s fried dough. I’ll make room. Everyone loves fried dough” she responded playfully. Bee was tiny, waist wise and height. Compared to Owen, she was an Oompa Loompa. He was a tree compared to her and usually ate anything in his path, while Bee liked to try a little of everything. He was most likely right; Owen would probably finish the fried dough once she saw a candy apple or cotton candy that perked her interest. However, the beer in her hand was hers and that was not about to change. All she needed was to relax, especially since her last phone call. It had been annoying, and she had spent the majority of the time screaming into the phone before hanging up and screaming in frustration.
This couldn’t be a marriage that was what she had decided. Sean didn’t love her enough to come home from New York City, even for a weekend, and celebrate their anniversary. Of course, she couldn’t complain to Owen about her troubled marriage because he would do all the right things. He would give her a hug, tell her everything would be alright and that Sean really did love her. Or, well, something like that. Bee often wished that she had met Owen months before Sean. Owen was everything she wanted in a man and more, and now they were trapped. Her loveless marriage was confiding her from being with the one she loved most, and she felt as though she was in a cliché romance novel or movie. None of her friends knew the loveless marriage and her infatuation with Owen; they knew of her friendship with him, though. And oddly enough, most of her Hollywood friends accepted it and didn’t complain. They thought it was a phase and that eventually, it would disappear. It would simply become part of her past. But no, Bee was certain that Owen was in her life for a reason and he was here to stay.
As he took the beer from one hand, she placed her phone in her pocket before ripping off of the dough. Smiling, she stuck a piece in her mouth before ripping another piece off and offering it to Owen. They had both known that she would barely be able to eat half of the dough. ”Sir Owen, the bag boy. I like the sound of that” she teased, smiling. Her eyes drifted around her and landed on the Ferris Wheel. ”I got some tickets earlier, because I knew I would want to ride the Ferris Wheel…and play some games. I want one of those big teddy bears that no one ever seems to win tonight. That is my only goal” she rattled, smiling at Owen. He turned her into a foolish school girl who wanted to do everything silly and giggly. ”If you don’t mind too much, sir” she mentioned, before ripping her final piece of the fried dough, sticking it in her mouth, and trading the plate with the cup Owen was holding.
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Post by OWEN ANDREWS on Apr 2, 2012 18:05:46 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 756 ( TAGGED ) BEE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Owen stood quietly looking at Bee as she tried to unsuccessfully eat the entire piece of fried dough that she had purchased. One knew that the fair food was always super sized. She could barely finished the breakfast they went out and got in the morning. If she finished this he was going to ask her if she was pregnant because that would be the only explanation. And if that was the case he'd happily drink the rest of the beer. A grin started forming on his handsome face when he saw her slowing down. He knew she wouldn't be able to handle it. Grinning triumphantly now, he happily accepted the piece of fried dough that she offered him. "Well thank you miss. It's so kind of you to share." Owen was like a bottom less pit. He could eat and eat and eat and not gain an ounce of weight. It pissed off a lot of his female friends, but it never stopped him from helping them finish their food when the time called for it.
Taking a sip of her beer and knowing she'd probably whack him for that, he danced out of her reach, not wanting to face the repercussions. "Sharing is caring Bee, remember that." He told her with a cheeky grin upon his handsome face, keeping out of her reach for now. As she admitted that she appreciated the nickname of Bag Boy, he gave her a feigned glare and stuck his tongue out for a moment before helping himself to another swig of beer. He'd buy one for the both of them soon enough so that was why he had no problem doing this. He knew she would have a small problem even if it was in jest. Grinning still, he heard her next words and nodded his head. "Whatever you want to do love. Tonight's your night." Shrugging easily, he saw the plate that she was handing him, still holding fried dough and had no problem handing the beer over in exchange. He wolfed the dough down in a minute, showing that not only could he finished any thing put in front of him, but also that he hadn't been eating as much as he should have been lately. He also wasn't sleeping but that was simply because he had been piled with deadlines and he refused to fail. He was a good journalist, a good reporter because of his dedication. His editor appreciated it and loved his style, but he treated Owen like a machine. The young man would never admit when he was overdone and spent though. That wasn't his way. Hiding the exhaustion with the good natured smile on his face, he looked over his shoulder as he heard the sudden scurry of voices and feet moving their way.
Furrowing his brow, he recognized the paparazzi and tossed the plate away as soon as he finished the fried dough. Wiping his hands together, he tried to hide the irritation upon his face but figured he was quite unsuccessful. They couldn't leave her alone for just one night? The ten cameras were flashing in her face over and over again and Owen just about had it. Clenching his fists, he stepped in front of Bee, using his hand to gently direct her away. But the cameras would have none of that. As one got in her face repeatedly, Owen warned him to back off and received only a rude response. Nearly growling, he spun on his heel and lost his mind for a moment, landing a punch straight to the guy's face. As he realized what he did, the other paparazzi seemed to get a thrill out of that. They were snapping his picture now as well as the camera guy on the ground. Stunned, he looked at Bee, worried he had just ruined things for her and her reputation. sorry it sucks. didn't know what else to do! |
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Post by bridget goodwin on Apr 2, 2012 18:28:38 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 614 ( TAGGED ) OWEN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE her stomach began to feel heavy, and knew the whole dough would fill her before she realized it. which was why, as bee slowed down with the shoving of food, she offered a piece to the bottomless pit. owen ate everything, she knew, and no one would be able to resist a fried dough. it was just too delicious to pass up. rolling her eyes, she ripped herself what would become her final piece of fried dough and ate it. yup, her stomach was tired of the fried food and was caving something else, something sweet. "your welcome. although i'm sure you were expecting to get the left overs," she teased. but her smile turned down a little as he took a quick sip of her drink. snatching her drink, she stuck her tongue out at him after his next comment. bee was not the easiest person to share with, and owen knew that. kind of. "i don't like sharing" she mumbled, before giving him a small smile and taking a final sip of her drink. the red solo cup was empty, and she knew he had taken more then just a little sip. but it didn't matter; if she was still super thirsty, she would simply buy another. her bank account would allow that.
blowing a piece of hair out of her face, bee rolled her eyes. she couldn't decided. there were so many options, and while she was certain that there was time for everything, she couldn't decided what to do first. "i don't want to pick!" she whined playfully, but mentally chose the ferris wheel first. that way, she could see what else was at the carnival that she couldn't see from the ground. "let's head over to the ferris wheel" she decided out loud, and grabbed his arms. but she was blinded for just a moment by the sudden flash of bright lights. sighing loudly. bee tried moving forward, ignoring the jabs that the paparazzi was throwing towards her. 'we hear your marriage with actor sean miller is failing. is the man next to you whom your cheating with? what's the status of your relationship?' none of the questions had anything to do with her current job, all of them had to do with personal matters. people were craning their necks to see who the actress was, and bee suddenly felt self conscious. she now wanted to leave and head home. this was the main reason why she hated going out all the time; people were always following her.
bee was about to turn and tell owen that she wanted to leave when she saw his fist. her mouth dropped open before grasping owen's arm and pulling him into the crowd. people moved and the paparazzi continued to follow them, asking questions about owen and if he was always this violent. bee suddenly lost it. sure, her words would be on the front page of the gossip column, but she could suddenly care less. "back off. my friend and i just want to eat some damn candy apples and win some damn prizes. you are not making this any easier. so go find someone else to bother for once in your ungrateful lives," she hissed, her cheeks red with anger. people were looking and she grabbed owen before pulling him into the hall of mirrors. the flashing suddenly stopped and she sighed, resting her head against one of the thousands of mirrors. bee gave him a sheepish grin before bursting out giggles. "that was very heroic of you, mr. andrews" she teased, "i appreciate that. they wouldn't have left us alone otherwise" and she meant it. hopefully, he knew that.
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Post by OWEN ANDREWS on Apr 2, 2012 19:17:04 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 756 ( TAGGED ) BEE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Owen's eyes looked down at her as she tried to desperately finish the fried dough but was failing miserably. Grinning once again as he finished off what was offered to him, he knew he would get on her bad side for a moment by sharing her beer with her. There was one thing that Bee didn't do well and that was share. But hey, if her only vice was being a bit greedy every now and again then Owen could deal with it. Her positive personality traits certainly made up for that one small problem. Besides, Owen usually got her to share with him anyway so that didn't really matter to him. She could never say no to his face for some reason no matter how many times she said no. When she took the final sip of the beverage, he grinned guiltily, knowing that he had pretty much finished the drink. "I'll buy you another Bee, promise." He offered, knowing she wouldn't want him to but he would anyway. Walking along with her, he felt some of the stares from the people gathered at the carnival, but they were too busy enjoying themselves to bother Bridget and himself. For that he was grateful. Bee deserved to enjoy herself just as much as the regular person. It wasn't fair that celebrities such as herself were dogged everywhere that they went. It bothered him to no end, and he figured that he'd do something if people didn't leave her alone.
Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he smiled down at her as she whined about not being able to pick. "Listen whiner, just pick something. You've got tickets, I've got tickets. We can go on everything and the best part is...we can always buy more tickets." He teased her with a gentle nudge to her shoulder. He was going to remind her that she had wanted to go to the ferris wheel, but that idea seemed to strike her as well. When she grabbed his arms and pulled, he went willingly, laughing slightly as she started in the direction of the tallest ride in all of the carnival. However, that was when the paparazzi had come. All joy emptied from Owen's face as he heard what they were asking her. Her marriage with Sean was failing? What in the world? He knew that things weren't the best between Bridget and Sean, but he never thought that failing would be a word used to describe it. Furrowing his brow, he looked down at Bee in question, hearing the next question. His temper flared instantly. Who in the world would assume that she was cheating on her husband with him? Grinding his teeth together, he was soon punching out a paparazzi and turning with Bridget. However his actions only seemed to spur them on, for they were following and asking about his violence. "Sir, would you ever hit Mrs. Goodwin if you lost your temper again?" Freezing in place, he rounded on them, but Bridget was first. She shut them up almost instantly and Owen added his own comments in. He was sure that this confrontation would make the front page and for that he felt absolutely awful.
"No she is not cheating on her husband because the rumor that her marriage is failing is utter bull shit. And no, I would never hit her, or any woman for that matter. You on the other hand, I'd have no problem taking care of." He snapped rather viciously, showing a side that had never come forward before. At least not in Bee's presence. She was pulling him away though now, and he went willingly out of fear that he'd hit another. Then it would be a free for all. As they disappeared into the house of mirrors, Owen felt a bit better. Here there was no one, not even screaming children trying to find their way through the maze. Here was peace and solitude, but he didn't let that relief wash over him yet. Stepping forward as Bee grinned up at him, he cradled her face in his hand, his thumb stroking her cheek gently. "Are you alright? I'm so sorry Bee..." He whispered honestly, not wanting his voice to echo through the mirrors. His brow furrowed in worry and his concern for her made him forget about the pounding from his knuckles. He had punched that man so hard that he had knocked him out and his hand was not happy with that. Ignoring his own pain for the time being, he focused on her now, so many questions forming inside of him. What was happening? sorry it sucks. didn't know what else to do! |
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Post by bridget goodwin on Apr 2, 2012 19:48:28 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 550 ( TAGGED ) OWEN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE she suddenly was overwhelmed. bee was almost never overwhelmed, considering she was used to the constant badgering, but she knew owen wasn't used to this. he was used to a sheltered life in the middle of nowhere, with no one around. bee was used to being the certain of the tabloids, known for the charity work and her fabulous movies. but as she watched the flashes of cameras surround her, bee felt frustrated. this happened all the time, and she just wanted to have a good night with her best friend. no, they were not having an affair, and yes, her marriage was failing. but those were questions that she was sure any answer would do wrong with. any answer would be reworded into what the tabloids wanted to read and wanted the readers to think. that was how the business worked., biting her lip, she gripped tighter on owen's arm, trying to drag him away. but it was no use. the sound of skin colliding with skin and the sound of camera shutters clicking away was enough. bee wanted to yell at owen for hitting the guy, but wanted to yell at herself, for thinking that it was ok for her to bring someone who wasn't famous into the spotlight.
her words sliced through everything, and she wanted to yell at the people with the cameras. but owen jumped to her defense and she suddenly wanted to kiss him. sean would have just pulled her away, telling her not to create a scene, but owen was defending her. he wanted to make sure that she was alright and that her reputation was ok. sure, her marriage was failing and owen didn't know that, but he wanted to protect her. no one had wanted to protect in what seemed like forever. grasping his arm even tighter, she tried to hide her girlish grin and proceeded to drag him into the nearest attraction. she tossed a couple of tickets towards the pimpled boy at the gate before getting lost in the rooms filled with mirrors. once they were in the middle of the room, she turned, the silly grin evident. her heart felt bigger then before, and she was trying to stop herself from jumping him right now. sure the beginning of the evening wasn't fantastic, but he was just so damn adorable.
his large hands gently stroked her cheek and she leaned into them, her blue eyes on his. "owen, its fine. a little drama never hurt anyone," she whispered, her voice fading off. the room was so empty, no one coming in or out. no one could find them and for once, bee was happy for that. "thank you for defending my honor," she whispered, taking a small step closer to him. their noses were so close and her eyes drifted shut as she stood on her toes and pressed her lips against his. her hands wound their way around his neck and pulled him closer. her lips were glued to his and she felt as though she was flying. everything seemed perfect. as she pulled away, bee suddenly felt self conscious. "i'm, uh, sorry" she whispered, pulling away.
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Post by OWEN ANDREWS on Apr 2, 2012 23:16:05 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 756 ( TAGGED ) BEE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Irritation was the only emotion that filled Owen at the moment. He wanted nothing more than to get rid of all of the men with the cameras. They kept their distance now however, watching the man who had knocked on of them unconscious. Owen was furious that they even dared get that close to Bridget. It wasn't like he was her bodyguard but he figured that they had some self respect. Furrowing his brow no as he watched them swarm, it wasn't until Bee's biting remarks came forward that they seemed to want to leave her alone. At least they were thinking about it. Why? Why did what she said hold any resonance with them? Looking over his shoulder as she led him away from the masses, he saw the people at the carnival following them in the crowds. Owen didn't understand the nerve of some people. Even though Bee was famous, she was still just a person. She deserved privacy just as much as the next person. This wasn't fair. His whole body tensed as the kid took their tickets and she led him into the building.
He was still very much heated as she seemed to settle herself down simply by placing her forehead on a cool mirror. She was alright with what had just happened? He didn't get it. They were spreading rumors and lies about her and her personal life and she was smiling at him? He was dumbfounded. His expression did not change from the confusion as she told him that it was fine, that a little drama never hurt anyone. For a moment hurt crossed his own features. Not only were they spreading rumors about her and her husband, but they were spreading rumors about him. Now he would never give up his friendship with Bridget. That wasn't the kind of person that he was. But he wasn't some famous movie star. He wasn't some big named journalist that was used to having his picture taken. Truth be told, Owen was a bit shell shocked as he stood in front of her. The darkness of this fun house did nothing to assuage his uneasiness and that much was obvious. "Bridget...it's not fine. How can this be fine?" He had finally found his voice, but it was no use. She was thanking him for defending her honor.
Feeling like he was paralyzed against anything that he said to her, he tried to make sure she was alright through his actions. Maybe she would see his worry through what he did rather than what he said. He would never let her know that he was uncomfortable with the fact that the paparazzi would now be prying into his life. That was not the kind of person that he was, again. They were friends and friends didn't give up on one another, no matter what. Watching her with a guarded expression however, he became aware of how close they were suddenly. Owen would have never been the one to make the first move in this relationship. Not that they had a relationship, but they had a friendship, that much was certain. However, he would have still never been the one to kiss her first. As her lips were suddenly meeting his, Owen's eyes widened and he was about to pull away, but he couldn't. He wanted this desperately and as she kissed him, he found himself responding. Everything inside of him was screaming that this was wrong, that this wasn't what he should be doing, but he couldn't fight what he was feeling. As she pulled away and apologized, her eyes going wide, Owen shook his head. "Don't." Moving closer to her so that their bodies were actually touching, his lips found hers again and he deepened the kissing, needing her, wanting her. He'd never let it get farther than this. That was what he kept telling himself over and over again. They could hide a kiss. It would be fine. This was something that they had both needed and wanted, and he knew that now. Pulling away after a few moments to catch his breath, his eyes fought to focus on her as he held her close. "Bridget..." It was then that reality washed over him like an icy shower, smacking him in the face.
Pulling back instantly, he realized that he had just made things entirely more confusing for them both. It didn't matter that she had kissed him first. Not only had he responded to that kiss, but he had told her not to be sorry and he had done it again! She had an excuse. She was struggling with her feelings in her marriage and therefore trying to figure out what was right. He had to understand that and he had just taken advantage of her in her distressed state. Stepping back rather quickly, he tried to right this wrong. "I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have kissed you again. Bridget, I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I just make things worse, all of the time. I'm sorry." He didn't even know what to say and he was blabbering like an idiot. Things just kept getting better and better. sorry it sucks. didn't know what else to do! |
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Post by bridget goodwin on Apr 3, 2012 11:39:55 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 660 ( TAGGED ) OWEN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE no, it wasn't fine. but bridget wasn't the one to burst into tears every time the paparazzi stalked her and found out where she was. that wasn't her. as long as she gave a little wave and pushed through the crowds, no one would really bother her. yes, she knew that owen wasn't used to everything yet, but she wished he would calm down. visibly flinching when he called her bridget, bee suddenly felt like a child getting scolded. didn't he realize that by being next to her, he was subject to getting his picture flashed around the world? didn't he realize that by texting her, their messages could be spread across the globe if someone hacked into her cell phone? apparently not. of course she wasn't fine, but bee wasn't about to throw a temper tantrum just because someone had annoyed her. but owen wanted the truth. "you want the truth? fine. its not fine. but i'm not going to complain about the fact that they followed me here. i'm not going to complain about the fact that my marriage is failing and everyone knows it. and i most certainly am not about to complain about the fact that i can almost never leave my apartment without people following me. is that what you wanted to hear?" she said, her voice growing louder.
the words echoed off the mirrored walls and she took a deep breath. no, she was not going to complain about her life. that was something bee knew was very unprofessional and something owen didn't need to bother himself with. but for once, instead of explaining herself with words, she explained her feelings with actions. she stood on her toes and pressed her lips against owen's, the feeling of adrenaline coursing through her blood. her eyes had drifted shut and her arms wove around him, trying to pull him close. but suddenly, bee realized that maybe, maybe he didn't want to kiss her. that maybe she was imagining their chemisty, like she had done with countless actors in the past. so as she took a step back, owen brought himself closer and pressed his lips to hers, completing her. bee's eyes were wide open for a moment as they kissed, not believing what was happening.
but then, of course, her eyes drifted shut and she pulled herself closer to him, their bodies mangling together. in the back of her mind, bee could hear and see fireworks going off and wanted to giggle. this was something she had never felt before, even with sean. but then, like all good kisses, it came to an end. owen pulled away with shock, and bee blinked, trying to get her breathing normal and her pulse down. his voice, soft and kind, was apologizing for kissing her. no, she didn't want to hear that. she wanted to hear him tell her he had been waiting his whole life for this, that they had chemistry. bee wrapped her arms around her waist, feeling very self conscious of her actions. it was not his fault, she had wanted this. oh god, she had wanted that kiss from the moment she had met him and they shook hands. owen was everything she wanted. "by apologizing, your only making things worse" she whispered, looking down at her feet. "i've wanted to kiss you since you interviewed me all those months ago. and i get it, you don't want to be mixed with an actress. i'm not pretty enough compared to others and i'm not smart enough or perfect enough," she said, her voice wobbling as tears perked her eyes. "i don't regret it. i just wish i could be the girl you wanted to be with.
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Post by OWEN ANDREWS on Apr 5, 2012 13:24:18 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 756 ( TAGGED ) BEE ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Owen's expression changed immediately as she began yelling at him. He had expected a response from her but not like this, never like this. He was supposed to calm her, to offer her some relief against the stress that her lifestyle gave her. And here he was instead making it worse. As she snapped that her marriage was failing, Owen changed dramatically. Before, when his look had just softened in order to comfort her, he was ready to admit that this was something he had to grow accustom to. If he was going to be friends with Bee he needed to get used to the flashing cameras in his face. But there were no cameras here. Her words were true and clear and she wasn't hiding anything. His eyes stared straight into hers and anyone that knew him knew he was taking all of those things and putting them on his own shoulders so he wouldn't bare them alone. And not only that, but guilt came rushing forward as well. Her marriage was failing. It was his fault. It had to be his fault. If she had never met him, if they had never had that interview then things would be different. He just knew it. Watching her with a reservation behind his eyes that he had never shown her, he stepped back. He was ruining her life, her marriage, her career. The tabloids would not be gentle after the display that he had just made. His temper had gotten the better of him, but he couldn't help it. He had seen the girl that he cared deeply for in a situation that made her entirely uncomfortable. He had just reacted out of instinct.
And that instinct was wrong. He had wanted to defend her, to show the press and the public that the accusations weren't true. Her marriage with Sean was fine. He was just busy with work, that was all. But she told him differently. Hurt crossed his features as she yelled at him about it all. Why hadn't she told him before? They were supposed to be friends, they were supposed to be close. He had made it clear that he was here for her, that she could tell him anything and everything and he would never judge her. That wasn't the kind of individual he was, but this was different. This was like she had slapped him in his face. Was he not trustworthy enough? Did she think that he couldn't handle the pressures of her life and his own? So what, he was struggling to make ends meet but that meant nothing in the scheme of things. She was far more important to him than his own well being and he felt betrayed in a way. As she finished her rant, his eyes betrayed every single one of his emotions. Hurt, confusion, guilt. What was happening to them. Things were changing and Owen didn't know how to control it. But he did know that if they didn't communicate things were going to fall apart and rather quickly at that. "Why didn't you tell me?" His voice was a stark contrast to her harsh tones moments before. He whispered, his eyes searching hers for some kind of response. He wasn't here to make her feel bad for not sharing this all with him before. That wasn't his point. He just wanted to know why she had kept it from him.
But all of that changed when she stepped forward, her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him close. He molded with her, his own arms wrapping securely around her waist. The thoughts and the reservations he had just been experiencing melted away as soon as her lips touched his. This was what he had wanted, what he had been waiting for ever since he had first met her. She had been off limits then, happily married. As their friendship grew, so did Owen's feelings for this actress. She was a piece of light, of fire in his otherwise dull life. He wasn't anything special but when she was around him he did indeed feel special. Not because she was famous or followed by cameras. It was simply because she was herself. She didn't wear a mask the way that other movie stars did. She was original and fresh. She was everything that he had ever wanted and needed but so far out of his reach. And that was when he pulled away. She was still married! He was going to ruin her marriage even more! But that look of pure and utter disappointment and hurt that crossed her features made him hesitate. He didn't want to hurt her, didn't she see that? Watching her, listening to her, he looked down. He had to be honest, especially after what had just happened. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled softly but still took a step backwards. He couldn't do this to her. "Do you honestly believe that you're not the girl that I've always wanted to kiss?"
He asked quietly, his deep tones quiet but steady. His blue eyes flashed upwards as he caught her gaze, seeing the hurt there. He had caused that. He had made her feel these things. What was wrong with him? Bringing a hand to the back of his own neck, he rubbed it awkwardly, and then dropped his arm back to his side. "Bee, I've wanted you since the first word of our interview. But I will not be the one that further ruins your marriage, that confuses you even more than before. I can't be that guy. I want to be yours, but I just can't. I can't be responsible for ruining your career, your life. Don't you understand?" He questioned desperately, his hands shaking as he realized what this all meant. God, what were they going to do? Now that he had kissed her he immediately wanted to do it again but he wouldn't. He had to refrain. She was going through enough already. "I already want to kiss you again, to hold you. But don't you see how dangerous this is?" He whispered, making himself stay where he was. This could only get worse for the both of them, and he wanted to keep her safe. If that meant sacrificing his own heart for her then he would. He always would. sorry it sucks. didn't know what else to do! |
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Post by bridget goodwin on Apr 10, 2012 12:17:46 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 656 ( TAGGED ) OWEN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE This was slowly turning into a disaster. Honestly, for once, Bee had followed what her mind and heart had been screaming for the last couple of months. This was a friendship that she wanted to become more with, and apparently, Owen hadn’t wanted it. The ring on her finger was something that represented a marriage that no longer existed. There were papers and casual phone calls, but nothing that it had been once before. Owen had rescued her from the growing pit of despair, and he didn’t even realize it. All those countless phone calls and text messages with Owen saying everything he meant and everything she had wanted to hear had helped her. Everything he did helped her. Bee couldn’t imagine waking up one day and realizing that Owen wasn’t part of her life anymore. But she had acted on an impulse and was now realizing what that meant. He thought that even by allowing him to feel emotions towards her, it would ruin her. No, it would only save her. Bee was a princess, locked in a tower high above everyone else, desperate to be saved. Her knight in shining armor wasn’t rich and didn’t have gems, but he had a heart worth much more. And Bee would do whatever she could to make him realize that she needed him around, needed him to feel complete.
Was she the girl he wanted? She couldn’t tell. To most, she was just another pretty face in the crowd with an ego and an attitude. That was what her sister had once told her, anyways. And those words stuck to her and hurt her more than anything in the world. Yes, Owen wanted to be around the real Bee, but she had a famous lifestyle. Some people got scared of this famous life style, and she wanted to make sure that this lifestyle scared no one away. If she had to quit acting to make sure that Owen stayed a part of her life, then so be it. His voice soothed her and she felt the tears behind her eyes come closer and closer to the surface. He was so damn perfect; it surprised her that no other girl had picked him up yet. Her eyes drifted away from him for just a moment and Bee took in her disheveled appearance. Her eyes, now red and blotchy, were a contrast to her seemingly perfect outfit. How rare it was to show emotion in public, it almost surprised her. This was not the girl that she was used to seeing. Yes, Bee realized, she understood the dangers that this relationship would hold, but for once, she didn’t care. Sean, she was sure, would be hurt, but would not care. He hadn’t even been home in months, let alone held her hand or kissed her lips. Owen had been the one to do all of those things, literally and metaphorically.
”Do you see how dangerous it is not to be together?” she whispered, feeling alone and far away from him. ”If we pretend to be friends, everything will fall apart. Our hearts will break every second and we’ll be ready to rip our hair out because we can’t do anything about this. At least, if we try a little, we can see what happens,” those words were filled with emotion, and Bee could see how disastrous this could become. She took a tiny step forward, so that their bodies were almost touching. She didn’t want to step too close, in fear of making him want to run away, but Bee needed to be close. ”My marriage has nothing to do with what we’re going through. This is real. This is something I have never experienced before, and we know that it can’t be suppressed.” Bee took a deep breath, suddenly nervous for the next words that would escape her mouth. ”So are you going to kiss me or not?”
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