Family Fiasco

"Morning!" Mason said cheerily, passing me a plate stacked with pancakes and mug fill of coffee. 

"Why are you awake so early?" I grumbled, happily accepting the plate and mug, taking a seat at the countertop.

"Evan had to grab some clothes back home so I drove him and he stayed there to fetch Tessa on his way to school- so you're stuck alone with me!"

"As long as you keep the coffee coming then I'm alright with that!" The scalding drink burnt on the way down but I didn't complain, the caffeine was an instant hit to the system and I immediately started feeling more awake. "I received a message last night-"

"Not from Sam I hope?" Mason interrupted, eyeing me carefully as I took a bite from the pancake, smiling blissfully as it hit my tastebuds.

I shook me head, "It was from Stacy," I dug in my pocket, handing Mason the phone across the counter as I finished off my pancakes. I was seriously going to have to keep these twins around if they kept on feeding me like this!

"How mysterious," Mason mumbled, rereading the messages as I made another cup of coffee, "What do you think she meant?"

"Well it's obviously Sam she's talking about but I have no idea what happened to him if that's what you're- shit!" I pulled my hand back as I poured hot water onto it stupidly, holding the scalding skin to my lips. "Ouch, ouch, ouch!" I mumbled around my hand, reaching for ice out the freezer.

"Here," Mason was immediately at my side, reaching for my hand and a wet dish towel, wrapping it around my hand gently.

"Thanks," I mumbled, wincing as the fabric made contact with skin. "So what do you think Tessa meant?" I mused as he began to clean up the spilt water, refilling my mug and handing it to me with a sigh.

"I'm not sure, maybe the 'traitors' father found him in her room and gave him hell?" He air quoted the word traitor with his fingers, adding two sugars to me coffee cup I held and giving it a quick stir.

"Your guess is as good as mine," I sipped my coffee quickly, glancing outside the window at the raining weather before running upstairs to get a coat.

"We have to stop by my place on the way to school so I can grab a few things, that alright?" Mason said, swinging his keys around his fingers.

"Sure," I said with a smile, unwrapping the cloth from my hand and placing it in the sink. The skin on my hand was red and slightly risen, the cool cloth having only slightly soothed it.

"You sure you're alright?" Mason asked concernedly, taking my injured hand back into his and examining it.

"I'll be fine, I'm a big girl," I teased, grabbing my bag as we headed towards the door.

"You know, you could be a doctor if you wanted to," I spoke as the car drive off, thinking of how he calmly handled most situations, "You always remain so calm when something happens, steady hands and everything."

"I only care about a very few select people," Mason grumbled, pulling into his driveway. "And I don't really think studying after school is my thing, I'd rather travel the world and meet people."

"Oh, but if you had to do something?"

"Then yeah, I'd like to be a paediatrician," he held my door open for me, the rain hitting him softly, "You coming in?" 

I got out of the car hurriedly, rushing over to the front door that was slightly undercover as Mason opened the door and let me inside. "Mason?" A voice called as we entered, a tall thin lady walking down the stairs with a smile on her face. 

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