I can imagine.

Owen opened the door to his house looking around the living room, his mother was usually unconscious on the couch cradling Jose, Jack, or Grey Goose. He shrugged his shoulders maybe she was at one of her ‘friends’ houses, he wished he knew nothing about his mothers sex life but on occasion she’d call him to pick her up and it wasn’t that hard to tell what she’d been doing. He walked up the stairs and opened the door to his room to find his mom sitting at his computer desk he furrowed his brows and clenched his jaw. “Is there a reason why you’re hanging out in my room? There’s nothing in here for..” She held up his trash can “Can you tell me what this is? And why the hell its in my house?” He knew what was in the trash can but he didn’t care about talking to her “it’s a trash can, mom. You know the same place you toss your empty bottles and cigarette stubs.” He walked to his bed and sat down she glared at him before reaching into the trash can and holding up a black square package “This you smartass. I don’t want you having your one night stands under my roof.” He rolled his eyes as he looked at the condom wrapper in her hand grateful that he’d thrown the actual rubber in the bathroom trash can “I don’t have one night stands in here that’s fucking stupid.” She stood up and smacked his mouth “I should have shoved a bar of soap in your mouth when you started with that disrespectful language.” He wiped away the small trickle of blood from his now cut lip she looked at her hand sure enough she was wearing a ring as if she had anticipated needing to slap him. “If you’re done pretending to be a mother or whatever this is you can get out,” he waited for her to turn around and leave but instead she once again sat down tossing the condom wrapper back into the trash can. “If you’re not having sex in here then what do you have a wrapp… please don’t tell me you use them when you’re helping yours..” He looked away “For the love of god mom I never said I didn’t have sex in here they’re just not one night stands and can you never bring that other subject up.” She laughed and crossed her legs “Are you trying to tell me that you’re still with that one girl, the quirky one? The one who had my grandbaby, a grandbaby that you never let me see might I add.” He took a breath, he’d tried to explain to her numerous times that it wasn’t his baby but she never believed him or was to drunk to understand, at this point he was tired of correcting her. “Yeah mom I’m still with her and she put the baby up for adoption there’s nothing I can do about it,” she frowned and he wondered why she even wanted a grandkid he was still in high school and she didn’t seem to care about him or Tristan, who could be considered a baby. “Do you at least have a picture?” He reached into his pocket for his phone, he actually had a picture of Blythe in his phone that Imogen had sent him, he handed her the phone and looked at her not sure what was going on. His mom stared at the picture and a smile seemed to appear on her face “She’s beautiful. Look at that dark hair, whats her name?” She handed him his phone back “Blythe, Imogen likes to be different.” He smiled and she seemed to be studying him “I want to meet her,” he shook his head “I told you she put her up for adoption you can’t.” She nodded “I know, I want to meet Imogen, this girl obviously means a lot to you if she can make you smile like an idiot.” He cocked his eyebrow, of course she would insult him when it seemed like they were having a nice conversation. He leaned back trying to think of some excuse so that Imogen didn’t have to meet his mother, as if she knew what he was doing she smacked his leg. “I said I want to meet her. I expect to see both of you tonight in that kitchen with your brother and myself, no excuses.” He groaned and tilted his head back so he was staring at the ceiling “Fine. But I want you sober and civil. Why a sudden interest in me anyway?” She stood up and stepped out before closing the door she looked back at him “Just because I seem out of it most of the time doesn’t mean I don’t notice when my son is becoming a man. A better man than his father ever was, you take care of things even though I never asked you. Thank you.” She closed the door leaving him to think that maybe he’d been wrong about what kind of person she was. He reached for his phone Anyway you can have dinner at my house tonight, my mom wants to meet you he sent the message and waited for a reply.

Please don't.

You do realize your girlfriend and I are both in drama club, right? There is a chance either one of us - or possible both of us - could be one of the two people that have to play out this sex scene. I don't know where exactly you stand on having to see me naked, but I'm pretty sure you won't want Im on display like that for the whole school.

According to the anon, I did. I guess they must have a much better memory than me of the things I do.

A long, long, long time ago. It wasn't intentional; I had no clue what I was doing. I was wasted, I was in that kind of a mood, and Clare was nowhere nearby. I couldn't even remember I did it until a month or so later.

Owen felt cold water being poured onto his face and he quickly sat up feeling immense pain in his rib cage and eye, he coughed and looked around the room. All the guys were still there and one handed him an ice pack he quickly placed it to his cheek and took a breath, at least it was over. “Sorry O, I think I might have given you the blow that knocked you out.” He looked up at a guy he knew as Tex and he shook his head “Nah don’t worry about it, shit happens. How long was I out?” The guys looked around for a watch and then whistled “Like 5 hours. For a moment we thought we’d killed you.” They all chuckled and he just shook his head, it was amazing how they all just acted like nothing had happened and everything was just like before. “Oh, bro your phone has been blasting non stop all from someone named Imo. I think you have a few voice mails, something tells me you’re in the shit house.” Owen took a breath “Fuck! She’s gonna think I left her or some shit. Couldn't you have tried to wake me up earlier.” Rex walked out of his office and saw him starting to stand “Whoa, take it easy man, slow and steady. We did try to wake you but you were out cold. Again I’m sorry about this but anytime you need something we’ll still be your fam, right?” Rex looked around the room at the guys who simply nodded, Owen stood up and stretched some of his sore muscles reaching for his phone. “Thanks. Honestly, how bad do I look??” The room stayed quiet as they examined him a guy named Peewee started to laugh “Well maybe your girl will want to play nurse when she sees you.” The room erupted in laughter and he flicked them off then waved goodbye as he walked out of the warehouse. If he honestly thought he’d be able to hide anything from Imogen he was wrong, he spit onto the ground to see red and he jumped into his jeep. Maybe it'd be best to try and talk to her later, his head was once again spinning and he just wanted to close his eyes. He looked at his phone, noon, he had a few voice mails but before he could call her back his eyelids dropped and he fell asleep in his car.