9. home sweet home

                                    

                                          
Lex's POV
                          
I wake up the next morning and find myself wrapped in Owen's arms. I try to wiggle out of his grasp. "ouch ouch ouch," I say struggling. Owen does nothing but holds me tighter. "Owen," I say, trying to wake him up. "Owen, you're hurting me," I say, a little louder. No answer. "Charlie help me," I say. No answer either. "CHARLIE," I whisper shout. "Huh? What happened?" He says rubbing his eyes. "Charlie, get him off of me please," I beg. Charlie groans and gets up. He tries to pry Owens arm off me. Owen whines and digs his head into my neck. 
                          
"Bro get up," Charlie says. "Ughhh No," Owen says, groggily. "Owen you're hurting her," Charlie says. "Oh, shit," Owen says. He carefully pulls his arm out from under me. "Thanks," I say. Owen gets up from the bed and stands next to Charlie. "What time even is it?" Owen asks, His voice low and raspy.  "8:43," Charlie answers. "How are you feeling?" Owen asks softly. "Sore," I complain. "What about you Charlie?" I ask. "I feel fine. My head hurts a little though." He tells me. 
                          
"I'm calling the nurse," I announce. I press the button on my bed remote and wait for the nurse to come. "How are you feeling guys?" The nurse asks as she walks in. The boys and I nod our heads. "That's good. Jeremy is looking for you by the way," She says to Owen. "Oh, Right," Owen says. "I'll see you later?" Owen asks me. "Yeah," I say with a smile. Owen says bye to Charlie and walks out of the room. "Is that your boyfriend?" The nurse asks as she takes a look at my bruises. "Umm..." I say looking at Charlie. "They're just friends," He answers for me.
                          
"Yep," I say in agreement. The nurse smiles and gives us an update. "You look pretty good. We'll discharge you today. Alexis we'll give you crutches for your leg. Just take it easy, okay?" she says. "Okay, Thank you," I grinned. "You can start packing," The nurse tells me, walking out of the room leaving Charlie and I alone. "I can't wait to go home," I tell Charlie. "Same," He tells me, putting his sweatshirt in a plastic bag. "I was thinking we have a movie night tonight? Just me and you," Charlie suggests. "I like that idea," I agree.
                          
I haven't hung out with Charlie in a while. Eithter he's always with the boys or I'm with Jack. As Charlie and I are packing, Owen and Jeremy walk through the door. "Hey guys, ready to go?" Jeremy asks us. "Just about," Charlie answers. "Lex?" He asks. "I'm ready too," I reply. Owen takes the bag of my few belongings. I grab my crutches and try walking with them. I struggle at first but I soon get the hang of it.
                          
"You got it?" Owen asks, holding his arms out as if he's waiting for me to fall. "Yeah, I think I got it," I smile. We walk out of the room and to the elevator. Jer and Charlie walk ahead while Owen walks with me. "Want me to bring anything for tomorrow?" Owen asks, referring to our movie date. "Extra blankets? And candy," I say smiling. Owen smiles and nods. Once the elevator reaches the main floor, we walk out to the parking lot. Then we find ourselves in a predicament.
                          
"So how the fuck are we getting home?" Owen asks. We all stand in a row just outside the entrance of the building. We all laugh. Jer starts wheezing which makes me laugh even harder. "Guys, s-stop, please, o-ouchie," I complain, still laughing my ass off. We soon calm down and think of a plan. "I can call mom," I say to Charlie. "Good idea," he says. 
                          
I find my moms contact in my phone and click the 'call' button. It isn't long until she answers the phone.
                          
"Lex? Are you and Charlie okay?"
                          
"Hi, mommy! We're okay. We just got discharged but we can't get home. Can you give us a ride back to the apartment?"
                          
"Sure, hon. I'll be there in like 15 minutes."

                          
"Okay, bye."
                          
I end the call and look up to the boys, who are all trying to hide their laughs. "Whats so funny?" I ask them. I get no reply. They just continue to laugh. "Hey, what happened?" I ask again. "Y-you still call your mom, 'mommy'?" Jer laughs. "Wha- What's wrong with that?" I ask, a little offended. "You're 16," Charlie says. "Charlie if my memory is correct, you stopped calling mom, 'mommy' like 4 months ago." I argue. Charlie grows quiet.