#reg<3

you were leaning up against the wall of whatever sports team house your friends had dragged you to this saturday night. slowly you sipped on your drink as you we’re watching your friend shamelessly trying to flirt with luke hughes. poor kid looked like he had no idea what to do in the situation he was currently in.

a sophomore was hitting on him, so you sighed before pushing off the wall and making your way over to the pair. squeezing through people as you went, mumbling small apologizes as you did so before you came up to the pair. gently you put your hand on mallory’s shoulder and smiled, “hey mal, i think it’s time to leave luke alone. i think you’re scaring him.”

luke stared over at you, mouthing his ‘thank you’ over and over again. “but i don’t wanna!” mallory slurred while starting to pout at you. “i just wanna be friends with luke! like you are!”

licking your lips you nodded your head, “and i know that, but lukey’s just a baby still, mal. he’s not ready for you to be drunkenly hitting on him.”

“if it make you feel any better i do like you, mallory. it’s just, you’re-“

you cut luke off by stepping between the pair, knowing it would be best if she had heard it from you than him. especially since luke was still awkward when it came to the college parties aspect of life. “you’re a lot when you’re drunk, sweetie.”

mallory’s mouth dropped open for a second before she closed it and nodded her head. “i know i am, but that’s what makes me unique!” she squealed and just like that she turning around and darting off towards the group of football boys who had just arrived.

you turned to face luke with a tight lipped smile, “lukey, i am so sorry about mal. she does mean the best, but gets too much to handle if yo-“ your voice left your throat as you watched your boyfriend finally walk into the party.

“i take it you shut up because pow walked in?” luke snarked with a smirk. blue eyes scanning living room until they landed on the 6’5 defenseman. “i stand corrected. god, you’re so predictable, y/n.”

you silently smirked to yourself as you shrugged your shoulders, knowing what about to happen was anything but predictable. instead of owen sliding your next to and sliding his arms around your waist, you felt his hand just barely tap your shoulder in order to get your attention.

luke’s eyes were bugging out of his head when you turned away from him to face owen, trying your hardest to not break from the little role play the two of your agreed upon.

you smiled up at him innocently, patiently waiting for him to speak. “i just got here,” owen had started to speak. that boyish little smile growing on his face. “i walked in with my friends right over there by the door, and we all agreed that you’re the prettiest girl in at this party.”

the blush on your cheeks was very noticeable, so much in fact that your boyfriend of two years was now smirking down at you - knowing he got you. “well i- that’s very sweet of you at your friends, but that doesn’t tell me why you came all the way over here. i have luke to tell me that,” you answered, a grin of your own growing as you mention the boy who was standing behind you with his jaw still on the floor.

for a second the canadian seemed flustered, but it only lasted a second. “well i came over here because i just wanted to say that you’re really pretty. before any of my friends beat me to the punch that is.”

you hummed in response, “again, very sweet of you, but what if i told you i’m waiting for my boyfriend to show up?” right away owen was giving you a pointed look, hair falling down on to his forehead. something both of you knew your couldn’t resist on fixing.

it was almost as if he owen had planned for that to happen. because his smirk doubled in size as your hands slowly inched forward to push it back from his face. slowly trailing your left hand down the side of his face once you had fixed his hair. “i think it’s safe to say that boyfriend you mentioned is fake if your busy cozying up to me like this,” owen remarked, knowing he had already won your little game.

“but you’re her boyfriend pow!” luke interjected, and as he did so both you and owen were turning your head to give luke a ‘shut up luke’ look.

you then turned back to look at your boy with a sweet smile, “you have really soft skin, o. did you use that face wash i bought you?” owen’s mouth dropped open into a victorious smile, his hands shooting up in the air. “what!” you exclaimed, pulling your hands from his face. “don’t make that face, o. you didn’t win!“

“oh yes i did, y/n/n. you broke first. i didn’t tell you my name and you called me o! i win, baby,” he smiled before pressing a very sloppy kiss against your lips. before he walked over to luke, grabbing his head, and kissed his forehead. emphasizing the ‘mwah’ leaving luke to stare up at him in horror. “thank you hughesy, i couldn’t have won this without you. y/n/n, baby, i’ve gotta go find kent and tell him i won, then we’re out of here.”