Who Are You When I'm Not Looking ?

Owen smiled,"Alright I'll do it with you hunnie,"he kissed her forehead.

"You know what happens in the French Vogue right?" she asked, smiling a bit up at him, because he'd kissed her forehead.

Owen smirked,"Yes I do."

Lucy laid her head against his neck, "I wanted to make sure you were alright with it, it takes a lot of work to get into Vogue let alone French Vogue, and is my second time in..." She said looking up at him, her arms around his waist.

Owen looked down at her,"I guess I am alright with it,"he said softly,"and I know I saw your photos from befrore."

She pulled back and looked at him, surprised, "Really? W-When?" Lucy couldn't believe that he'd one, got a copy of the French Vogue...let alone looked though it.

Owen shrugged,"A couplemonths ago,"he said as he smiled.

"Oh...how'd you find out I was in them?"

"A friend of mine,"He said.

Lucy nodded and looked outside, it clear and sunny as ever, "Cool...and its stopped raining..."

((can you play Darcy? Have her be a bit mean, i want to show Lucy's mean side.)

Owen sighed,"We should be going,"he went and got his shoes andslide them on.

Lucy slid on her black cowboy boots, and bit her lip a bit, "You do remember what that article was on right?" she asked, knowing it was about her coming out as being a Goth...

"I sure do,"he said softly and stod up,he took her hand.

Lucy tangled her fingers with his and walked down and out with him, biting and chewed on the inside of her lip...he...knew? It was just so...odd....

Owen walked out with her and down the street,"Lucy you know I love you no matter what,"he smiled,"so stop thinking about it."

"I'm not thinking about that, I"m thinking about what pose they'll have us do. There are two ideas they like."

"Which is?"He asked her.

"One of your arms around my breasts, hiding them across the middle, and then your other arm down across my hips hiding between my legs with your forearm and my head back on your shoulder kissing you, both naked or it was you laying over me,both of our shirts off your arms beside my chest hiding part of my breasts like the other one, just your jeans on open and mine undone. They are easier to show you."

Owen smiled,"I like the second one,"he said and looked down at her as they walked past Darcy's car.



Darcy waited inside,smiling as she sat on the couch.

Honestly, she hated it, the second one, wasn't as much fun...she blew out a breath and said, "Okay," as she did. She got really tense as they walked up his stairs.

Owen smiled and nodded as they walked in,he found Darcy and she didn' look pleased to see Lucy.



"Baby what is she doing here?"Darcy sneered at the she.

I stood beside him, "I am here, because I am his."

Darcy scoffed,"His?"she laughed and shook her head,"hunnie you were never his!"

"How would you know?" Lucy asked, though on the inside, her one side was pushing to be free...

"Knowing by the way he touched me.."She smirked.Owen flinched and looked away,"Shut up Darcy.."he whispered and gripped Lucy's hand scared that she'd leave.