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Kapitel 16: Chapter 16

Sitting on the couch, legs crossed, Owen had a phone to his ear. He nodded along, halfway through a conversation.

"Okay…uh-huh…yeah."

Right beside him and waiting with patient, fearful expressions were Ophelia and Isabella.

"Yes, sir. Two weeks, sir." Owen nodded again. "Mhm. Understood. Yes, later."

He got off the phone, putting the device on his lap. He took a deep breath.

Ophelia swallowed the fear in her throat. Isabella's right leg bounced.

"They said…yes! I'm getting paid in full!"

"Wooooo!" Ophelia echoed, unable to contain her excitement. She enveloped him in a tight hug.

"Thank goodness." Isabella placed a hand on her chest. "I thought we were going to go broke."

"Apparently, the higher-ups were pretty eager to do it. Full pay too, not some minor cut either." Owen laughed, hands on Ophelia's back. "We're ordering take-out tonight, people!"

"Take-out, take-out, take-out!" Ophelia cheered.

"Errr, what about my Mountain Pew?" Isabella asked.

"That's…gonna have to be temporarily banned." Owen gave her an apologetic smile. "Sorry. Sacrifices have to be made."

So that was that. They ordered Chinese food while playing a co-op game called It Takes Three. With Ophelia and Isabella, clearing should have been no problem.

"Err…sorry."

"Whoops! My bad!"

"Not my fault, he ran off the ledge on his own!"

"The controller is glitching, Owen!"

Except for the fact that Ophelia had terrible timing. Her jumping skills were almost as atrocious as her ability to navigate the camera.

However, regardless of performance, they had a fun time. A really fun time. His shoulder hardly ached and his mind cooled.

Hours later, as the stars appeared in the sky and the room darkened, Ophelia slept on his lap. Owen smiled and caressed her hair. In a textured blunt bob, he twisted and played with it absent-mindedly.

"Are you okay?" Isabella asked from the kitchen. She walked out with two glasses of red wine. Owen gave her a look. "It's about to expire," she explained.

"Still." Owen looked down at the sleeping beauty on his lap. "You know she doesn't like it."

Ophelia suddenly started snoring. Okay, she was definitely asleep.

"I know, I know. But knowing Mary, she's going to bring a bunch anyway and fill our cabinets." Isabella handed him the five-ounce wine glass. "Come on. Just for tonight. It's a substitute for Mountain Pew."

'She's been a bit talkative these last few days. I figured it was because we couldn't buy Mountain Pew but…' His brows furrowed. 'I feel as though someone has been visiting the kitchen at night.'

Owen glanced at his glass, then Isabella. "You've been drinking the past couple nights, haven't you?"

"What? No."

He gave her a look.

"Okay, fine." Isabella sipped on her wine. "I needed it to write the script. I felt like I was missing something."

"And alcohol helped?"

"Surprisingly, yes."

Sip.

Owen stared at the red liquid and extended it towards Isabella. "You can have it."

She shrugged and happily whisked it away. "Suit yourself."

He sat there for a while, conflicted. With Ophelia on his lap and Isabella taking up his attention, he couldn't move even if he wanted to. He couldn't commit to the one thing he had been doing for years now.

"It's weird," Owen said. "This is the first break from streaming I've ever done. I…didn't notice either."

Almost as if it really didn't matter. Almost as if all that time was a waste.

"Ah." Isabella inhaled. She didn't have much to say in the way of comfort.

"Most people my age would be in college," he continued. "Studying. Doing something to further their dreams. And here I am wasting away at a construction site and then streaming in front of an audience of zero viewers when I'm not doing that."

A small smile appeared on his face as he looked at Ophelia though. Wearing the golden hoodie of her dog onesie, she was like a fluff of cuteness he couldn't look away from. 'It's not all bad though.'

"You're better off than I am," Isabella suddenly said. "You have a job. You have purpose. Direction. I…" A long sip followed and sorrowful eyes. "...I don't."

He glanced at her and softened. "I know."

"I…I really want this script to work, Owen." She put the empty wine glass down and stared at the second glass. "I put so much effort into it. I just…I really hope it succeeds."

Success on the internet was a mixed bag. Everyone thought they were important. Everyone thought their ideas were good enough to warrant an audience. Ninety percent of the time that wasn't the case. The internet was like the sun; warm from a distance but if a person came too close they would burn. The more they put their heart and soul, the deeper the burns.

Owen ran a finger down Ophelia's cheek, touching her pink lips. "I hope so too."

Isabella drank the second wine glass in one fell swoop. "Can…can you voice it?"

"Are you sure?" Owen asked, gentle. Her freckles were flush and she slowly nodded. "If that's what you want, I'll do it. But…I do have to ask."

"Yes?"

"Where do we record?"


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