#c.owen

“you know, i’m starting to think it’s us. every party we’ve been at together this summer has been a catastrophe,” august half joked, handing owen a beer before sitting down next to him at her back porch steps. she can’t remember when was the last time they sat down to chat on one of their porches––with her running away and his moving in with dante it sure feels like an eternity. her eyes focus on the light in his parents’ kitchen for a moment before she chuckled, looked up at owen, and clunk her beer to his. “though i do appreciate you thinking i was strong enough to distract merritt. it was the ego boost i needed this week,” she said playfully before taking a sip of her beer. “and i appreciate you stopping by.”