Sweet Dreams {Owen}
Apr 3, 2011 0:35:45 GMT -5
Post by Cassandra Graham on Apr 3, 2011 0:35:45 GMT -5
Things were definitely getting a lot more busy for Cass as the end of the year approached, but she still tried her best to make time for stuff that didn't involve studying or learning lines or rehearsing or doing school work - and Owen was her priority. Of course, whenever she could fit in time to hang out with friends, like Holly and Izzy, she did it too, but free time was really scarce, and well, she didn't want a repeat of what had happened before Christmas between her and her boyfriend. Nonetheless, she did her best to keep a good balance between everything she did, usually eating lunch with Izzy along with both their boyfriends, since Owen and Tanner got along well enough - then again, rare were the people he didn't get along with - and when she could get away for a few hours on the weekends, she went to spend time over at Holly's. Her free time in the evening, however, were generally kept for time to be spent with Owen, and rare were the night they didn't sleep together, even if it was in a completely non sexual manner. That was a good side to rooming with Felicia though - the other girl often slept over at her boyfriend's apartment.
Tonight was no exception, and even though she felt herself on the edge of falling asleep, she'd called Owen and asked him if he wanted to come and spend the night with her. It didn't matter if they would hardly spend an hour awake together, she wanted to see him, and it just always felt much nicer to sleep with his arms around her. The beds at the Academy were pretty small to be shared by two people, but she obviously didn't mind the extra closeness. After getting a response from Owen, saying that he'd be over soon, she made sure to take care of all her preparatives for bed, figuring it'd be one thing done once they were ready to go to sleep, brushing her teeth and washing her hair before changing into her pajamas. A lot of times when he came over, she made sure to wear something that at least wouldn't look too sloppy or anything like that, but at this very moment she was a bit too tired to really care that much - besides, he never really complained about what she looked like, and so she merely grabbed a t-shirt of his that she'd borrowed a little while ago and slipped it on, calling it good and sitting on the bed as she waited for him.
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