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“Conner, close your eyes.” Owen ordered.
Conner rolled his eyes, scoffing.
“Close ‘em, Con.”
“This is stupid.” Conner complained as he closed his eyes shut, crossing his arms and leaning his back against couch, sitting in front of Owen on the floor.
Owen placed the old disk into the CD player.
It’s been a long time since they used it. He adjusted it, and waited for a second. It started playing. They sat there quietly, listening to the instrumental.
“When is there gonna be actual music?” He asked impatiently. Owen ignored him.
I wanted to be with you alone. And talk about the weather.
“Finally.” Conner muttered to himself, Owen chuckled silently at his words.
But traditions I can trace against the child in your face. Won’t escape my attention.
Owen had his eyes opened, gazing at Conner. Analyzing his face for what felt like the millionth time. It was easier to look at Conner with him distracted and not being able to notice (or in this case see) Owen staring at him. Conner snapped him out of his trance.
“Why are we even listening to this?”
“Just for some ideas.” Owen closed his eyes.
He liked moments like these. When they were alone. None of his goons or followers who were just there for the fame and money hanging out with them. Just them. Sometimes he’d wish that Lawrence was with him. But right now wasn’t the time for that. He wasn’t even paying attention to the music, it was just white noise to him. Until his favorite part was coming close.
Oh, you’re wasting my time. Your just, just, just wasting time.
He opened his eyes slowly, and gazed at him once again. Looked at his sealed shut eyes, his lashes, his lips, and he realizes, he realizes—
Something happens and I’m Head Over Heels.
Shit, he’s in love.
I never find out till I’m Head Over Heels
Took him an embarrassing amount of time to realize it.
Something happens and I’m Head Over Heels.
But it’s real. And god, nothing had ever made more sense.
Ah, don’t take my heart. Don’t break my heart. Don’t, don’t, don’t throw it away.
“It’s not that bad, I guess…” Conner admitted.
Conner opened his eyes, finding himself looking at his zoned out lovestruck friend.
“Owen?”
“Sorry. Yeah, it’s a good song.” He said.
They listened to the rest of the in a comfortable silence, with Conner commenting every 20 seconds about it and Owen just listening and nodding his head. Owen picked up different disk once it was over and when Conner finally decided to shut up.
“Okay let’s listen to this one. Close your eyes Con.”
Conner groaned in annoyance, shutting his eyes once again. Owen smiled.