"I'm sorry what language are you speaking? It sounds and smells like bullshit."
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"Ohw yeah", I say after a while. "I won't come home with you. I need to go having a talk with Nate. It's been such a long time."
Mason's eyes begin to glow immediately.
Nah.
Not the beast again.
There hangs a tension in the air, making me cringe back. His eyes glow before consideration floods in them. His warm grey color twinkles back and forth. He let's out a deep pained sigh before speaking up.
"When are you coming back home?", he asks with immense sadness laced in his voice, making my chest tighten. He plays with a strand of my hair, not wanting to meet my eyes.
"I-I don't know. I think later than nine", I stutter not sure myself.
His eyes flood in with so much downcast, glumly clearly written within them. His full red filled lips which looked so tempting to kiss were trembling a little. You could easily look past it if you weren't observing him as I did.
Stalking much.
I take a hold of his hand which was playing with an auburn lock, cupping it in my cold one. His body warmth radiating over mine was pleasant and felt so safe, sending several shivers down my whole body.
I squeeze his hand softly, reminding him I'm still here. He looks up his eyes gloomy as it can be.
A soft smile breaks on my face, trying to cheer him up. It seems to work. His frown disappears slowly, replacing it with a smile on his face.
"I'll come back home. I promise", I whisper softly, running my thumb in rounds on his palm.
"Promise?", he asks, his deep velvety voice appears more childlike as a little boy waiting for his cookie.
A warm genuine laugh escapes my throat. I bring the back of his hand to my cheek, resting it on it slowly burning my skin. My gaze eyes him softly.
"Yes", I promise, my voice truthful to my word.
"I'll miss you", Mason pouts.
"I'll miss my best friend too", my words seems to cheer him up.
His once little smile breaks in a blissful one, making his lovely dimples appear.
"But we are already spending every second with each other. Nathan is probably dying from loneliness", I say, smiling at the image of Nate laying down and begging for me to spend time with him.
He would probably say something like:
'Faye... Faye...Faye ... Fayeeeeeee.... you suck.'
Or
'There are thousands hoes in this world and you still are the biggest one.'
I really missed his drama llama manners.
"Princess, can you please do something for me?"
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I was knocking on Nathan's door for more than an hour.
A vein was popping out of my head, irritated from it. My hand was hurting from the knocks.
"Nathaaaaaan!", I yell out for the 838272th time.
A sigh escapes my lips. I stop momentarily, kicking his door.
He's dead.
"Faye, I don't think he's home. Let's go back", a voice behind me exclaims.
"Nah. I know he's home", I try to growl out, but it comes out as a sweet, little purr.
"Mr. William wouldn't be pleased to hear about you getting worked up like this."
"Marc!", I whine out, glaring my best dead glare. "This is not the moment to talk about Mason."
My mind was just clear for a second, before Marc destroyed all my efforts of not thinking about him. Mason has hold my mind captivated for several weeks now. It's as if I'm on a cloud when I'm with him, perhaps a dream.
Mason has asked me to bring Marc with me, because the burglar still is running on free foot, hiding somewhere around.
"Your hand is bruised", he states in his dry tone.
"I'm fine", I huff out as a little kid.
"HIGH FIVE!", he yells out, raising his hand up. I immediately slam my hand in his.
OH YEA-
"OUCH! OH MY PICKLE! THIS HURTS!"
"You see", Marc points out, a blank face displayed.
"Then you knock", I hiss out in pain, pointing at the door.
He takes a step forward, knocking sternly on Nathan's door.
Silence.
Still no respond.
I'm trying to find a way to lock him out. An idea suddenly pops in my head.
I clear my voice before speaking up: "Mr. Brown, we are from 'Keeping Up With The Kardashians'. We would like to ask you several questions."
The door immediately gets thrown open.
That little wanker.
"I'm here!", Nate sings, throwing his head back as if he's in some fancy ass hair commercial.
His exited eyes scan around before meeting my angry posture.
"Oh Faye, what are you doing here", he asks nonchalantly.
I take a threatening step forward, coming face to face with him. I try to look intimidating, but rather look like a crazy cow.
"I was knocking on your door for over an hour!", I hiss on gritted teeth.
Nathan looks unfazed and guess what he did next!
Can you guess it?
He abruptly shove my face out of the way, almost letting me fall. He then leans on the door, trying to wink charmingly.
"Hello", he waves in a high pitch voice to Marc. "I'm ready for the questions."
I want to puke.
Nate's eye pop out of his head when Marc points his gun at him.
"I knew it! I always knew that you had a gun! So I wasn't wrong that day", I yell in disbelief, forgetting which state Nate is in.
"Faye!", Nate breathes out almost passing out.
"Ohw yeah, you can stop, Marc. Nate is just being a drama llama", I state humor is laced within my voice. This is the karma which Nate deserved a long time ago.
Marc uncertainly puts the gun away, still holding his intimidating gaze on Nate.
Nathan comes running to me, hiding behind me, holding me as an human shield.
"Fa-a-ye", he stutters our, his eyes filled with shock. His limbs were shaking as if he could pass out any second now.
"Come let's speak about serious matters."
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After Nate regained from his shock we settled down on his couch. He scolded at me several times for giving him the shock of his life and lying to him about something serious. Apparently getting interviewed by 'Keeping Up With The Kardashian' is serious.
Like I said.
Drama llama.
Marc stayed outside, in front of the door, holding the guard for any threats.
Nate opened his laptop so we could call Liz.
"Faye, don't get scared. Liz face will pop up, because I'm calling over Skype", he warns me playfully.
"I heard that", a voice grunts out on gritted teeth.
"Lizzie Bear!", I jump up exited to see my friend for the first time in several months.
I wave at her through the webcam, receiving a smile back.
"Nathan", she states.
"What's up, Elizabeth", Nate jokes out nervously.
"Fuck you", Liz spoke in her most mono toned voice, showing her middle finger.
"Love you too", Nate winks.
"Liz, you look stressed", I say worriedly.
Her face was covered with a frown. There were ginormous black bags under her eyes.
"How come?", she mocks sarcastically.
"You're on your menstruation", Nate jokes, laughing by himself, looking all too pathetic.
"Punch him for me", she hisses her eyes glazed with a murderous look.
I slap the back of Nate's head, making him wince in pain. He will surely shut up for a while now.
"Your farm life is really tiring me out. Well Faye, any updates?", Liz asks her voice changing from exhaustion to plain interest.
"Well, he's not gay."
"That is so shocking", Liz exclaims.
"I know right."
"Sarcasm, Faye. Sarcasm", her voice annoyed, rolling her eyes.
"Well... no, beside that I don't really have something new. I don't know what his weakness is. I only know that he likes my macaroni and cheese... could that be a weakness?", I ask her, chuckling nervously.
"For someone with straight A's. You're one dumb mofo", she sighs out, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"What are we going to do next?", I ask her unknowingly.
"Well, that was my first plan. My begin plan", Liz chuckles darkly.
"She really creeps me out sometimes", Nate whispers next to me.
I couldn't do anything but agree.
"Ask him out!", Liz' voice beams out.
All color drains from my face. My mouth gapes open in surprise, but mostly shock.
"T-that's r-ri-ridiculous", I stutter out, still processing her words. "He sees me as his best friend perhaps a little sister."
"You're blind, Faye", Liz gasps in shock.
That's the 1828th time someone said that to me. I really need to go and check my eyes.
"He likes you! He fucking likes you! Who else will care for one another like that?", Liz yells out, punching some sense into me.
My heart beat disappears for a second. Flashbacks appear in my mind. All the things which Mason said and did suddenly made sense. It was as if the missing piece was clicked in.
Man, I'm really blind.
"But what is the purpose of me asking him out?", I ask confused, not knowing why I would do that.
"If we can't find his weakness, then we're going to make one."
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I make my way inside the mansion. The most dazzling aroma fills my nose.
Mint and dark chocolate.
How I have missed that scent... I didn't even know how much I had missed it till I've got a taste again.
"Are you home, princess?", a warm velvety voice yells from above the stairs.
Home...
It sounded so good. I've lived my whole life in a house, but never came nearby something called a home.
Since I've lived here, better said since I've met Mason. I felt at home. Perhaps it wasn't the mansion that made it feel like home, but the warmth in my heart that filled up.
"Hmm", I hum loud enough for him to hear.
I hear loud thunder, coming from above. Indicating Mason holing off the stairs.
"Be prudent! Don't go to fast or you'll fall", I state worriedly.
In less than a second I'm engulfed by two strong warm arms, taking me aback. Mason pushes me further into his chest. Almost suffocating me.
"I missed you so much", he states in his velvety voice, breathing my hair in.
I wrap my tiny arms around his waist, smiling in content. His velvety voice did some strange things to me. It was so addicting, leaving me craving more.
"How could I know you would say that", I grin happily.
"How was hanging out with... your friend", Mason asks. He pulls back a little so he had full view of my face.
"It was... interesting", I respond, stroking his back gently.
"What did you do?", he closes his eyes, breathing my hair in once again as if he tried holding himself in control. The question seemed to pain him, but he still asked it.
"Well... watching Keeping Up With The Kardashian", I answer, smiling at the memory from the afternoon.
Nate was flipping over some drama with Rob Kardashian, jumping on the couch till he slid out of it. He cried out, making some crazy ass sounds. Marc bursted through the door, thinking something was going on.
Poor Marc. He needed to carry Nate's fat ass up to his bedroom.
"Did you enjoy it?", Mason asks softly. His grey metallic eyes, resting on my face as if he didn't want to look away ever again.
"Yes, very much. Nate is one crazy being", I answer immediately while smiling brightly.
"Oh."
His face falls down, making my heart stop for a moment.
"But you're still my number one best friend", I reassure him, snuggling my nose into his chest.
His posture seems to relax. He tightens his arms, tucking my head under his chin.
We stand there for minutes, just enjoying each other company's. Every second passing by felt like we grew closer and closer to each other. The connection became stronger, making me wonder if this was a great idea?
"Princess, I've prepared a warm bath for you. You must be tired", he states, tracing a line on my cheek with his nose.
I only now felt the immense exhaustion I had.
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Thinking...
It was the only thing I did while bathing in the honey scent bath.
"You can't fall in love with him."
I remember Liz's word from the afternoon clearly. They were echoing back and forth through my mind.
I huff out. Of course, I will not fall in love with him. I will never permit myself to do so.
I won't like him. I won't like him. I won't like him. I won't like him. I won't like him. I won't like him. I won't like him. I won't like him. I won't like him.
The words were chanting in mind like demons, plaguing my heart.
I threw my head back in the water. This was so frustrating.
A loud knock bursted through the door. I already knew who it was.
"Princess, I went buying your favorite chocolates. I saw you finished them. I will lay them on the cupboard for tomorrow. I've also placed a glass of water next to your bed, because I know you can't sleep without it. Before I forget it I've got a little light installed so if you go to the kitchen in the middle of the night you won't have to stumble in the dark. There will be a little light lighting up automatically. I've also laid a tube of salve for your head. It didn't look very good. If it hurts too much then we could always go to the doctor. Goodnight, princess. Sweet dreams."
A 'pang' went through my chest. I felt my heart aching in pain.
Guilt.
It was the only thing I felt right now, but I still was determinate.
I won't like him.
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