Mason’s POV

Blondie and I skipped school today; Edward, being the reason of it. Blondie, wanted to drop him at the airport and she asked me to drive them there. So, being the good boy that I am, I agreed. Since Ed’s- yes, I’m calling him Ed now, since I know that he isn’t a threat anymore and I’d like to think that we’re friends, he’s actually a pretty decent guy. Anyway, since his flight was scheduled after lunch. We waited with him at the airport.

Before, I said that I felt like a stranger when I was listening in on their conversation. Now, I’m actually part of that conversation. There are still the names that I don’t recognize but they explain to me who those people are. The stories that I once can’t relate to are now being told to me and laughed at.

After a few more chats and stories, the time has come for us to bid goodbye to Ed. He hugged Blondie and me, I was hesitant at first but he just laughed it off.

“I’ll see you soon.” He said. “Take care you two.”

*****

Chloe’s POV

“Where are we going?” I asked as I stared out the window.

“You’ll see.” He replied.

The car came to a halt in front of a house. It looks like it hasn’t been lived in for so long. The once green grass was replaced by a pile of dirt. The white picket fence that surrounds the house has now turned gray.

“Where are we?” I stepped out of the car.

Mason ignored me and continued to walk towards the house. 

“You coming?” he cocks his head towards the house.

“Yeah.” I replied.

We walked in silence as we entered the house. The painting in the walls has stains, there isn’t any furniture around. It’s just a blank space. I wonder what we’re doing here. I followed him as he walked upstairs and opened the second door to the left.

I was expecting a blank room as well but was taken aback as I walked in. The room doesn’t look like the rest of the house. It’s like someone has been living here. A lamp is sitting on top of the small table near the window, a pile of books is scattered on the floor, there’s a sleeping bag that’s completely rolled and is leaning against the wall. 

I sat on the floor and leaned my back against the wall while Mason walked to the closet and went back with two cans of coke and a load of snacks. He must’ve seen the confused look on my face.

“Figured you might be hungry.” He sat beside me and laid the foods he brought out.

He opened one can and took a drink; he ripped open a big Doritos and two bags of skittles. He’s looking at me as he munched down the food.

“Aren’t you hungry?” he asked.

“Whose house is this?” I asked. He shook his head.

“Wrong Blondie. Was.”

“What?”

“You should’ve asked whose house was this.”

“Fine. Whose house was this?” I rolled my eyes and popped skittles in my mouth.

He laughed. “I was messing with you.”

I furrowed my brows. “What?”

“You’re right about asking whose house is this.” He grinned. “I was just seeing if you would let me correct you or would you argue with me.” 

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