"The story of Christmas is a story of love"
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"High five!", I exclaim joyful, raising my hand up.
Mason gives me the five, making me chuckle a bit.
We had just decorated the big Christmas tree in Mason's living room. Than using the ladder to get to the top, he insisted that I got on his shoulder so I could put the star on top of the tree.
I take a step back and appreciate my efforts I put in it.
Let me tell you something. Sitting on someone's shoulder to put the star on the tree is no fun when you're afraid of heights. Surely when that shoulder belongs to a man who's 6"2.
Like that's a big no, no!
I turn around, hearing the clicking sound of a picture that's being taken. My eyes widen seeing Mason's phone up.
"Did you just...take a picture of me?", I ask suspiciously, narrowing my eyes slightly.
"No", Mason answers amused. The corners of his lip curve into a bright, wide smile, making his lovely dimples appear out.
He puts his phone back in his pocket, looking around as if nothing mattered. I swear I could see his grey eyes twinkling with joy.
Liar.
I eye him suspiciously one more time before shrugging it off and walking to my bedroom. Before I could get to my bedroom a deep velvet voice louds behind me.
"Princess, wear some warm clothes. We're going somewhere."
Yeah boiii.
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Mason finally pulls over in a parking lot. We were driving for around an hour without me knowing where we were going.
Maybe he's going to kidnap me!
My head immediately turns around, observing him carefully. Every move he makes is suspicious.
He was playing on his phone, laughing like a crazy lunatic at it. I narrow my eyes and put my hands on my hips.
What's so funny?
"Mason, what are you doing?", I ask apprehensive.
"Nothing", he grins evilly as a little naughty boy.
Something was definitely up.
"Let me see", I exclaim, stretching my arm out so I could get to his phone. I could almost reach it before Mason took his phone further away.
That little wanker.
I let out a little huff, pouting my lips slightly. Mason's cheeky smirk appears on his handsome face. I want to whip it off his face so bad.
"Please, Mason, let me see it", I beg him softly, widening my eyes into their bright puppy like form. I knew he couldn't resist it if I begged for something.
"Promise you aren't going to be mad", he insists ecstatic.
"Pinky promise", I giggle, pulling my pinky finger up. He intertwines our fingers together before letting it go, handing me his phone.
I roll my eyes at his craziness. What could be on it that would ever make me ma-
"Eww!", I shriek out, almost howling his expensive phone out of the window. If it wasn't something I couldn't afford I would already have thrown it at his head.
"Are you mad, princess?", Mason chuckles. His eyes twinkling in amusement.
"No, I'm not mad", I reply nonchalantly. I wait a second before adding: "I'm downright furious!"
Instagram was open and guess whose ugly ass could be seen on it.
Mine!
I'm going to faint.
On the screen was a picture of my back. He probably took it when I was too busy taking notes. I feel my rage grown under my skin.I swipe to the right revealing more pictures.
There was a picture of me casually standing in front of the Christmas tree. My hair was up in a messy bun and I had Mason's sweatpants and shirt on. They all fell too big on me, making me look like a homeless bloke. So he did take a picture this morning.
He's dead.
I swipe to the right and see one more ugly picture of me. It's not just a casual picture, but one where I'm sleeping on Mason's bare chest. He probably took it on one of our infamous movie nights. Eww! If you look closely you could see some drool coming out of my mouth.
So elegant, Faye.
I just cannot.
The caption under the pictures wrote.
Masonwilliam my sweet best friend
My eyes are popping out of my head, seeing how many people had already seen it and liked it.
2 fudging million!
I immediately click on his profile.
Oh my pickle!
It was surely not the first time for him to post a picture of me.
Sigh.
"This is an invasion of my privacy", I exclaim, trying to sound stern, but fail miserably.
Mason only snickers quietly as if seeing my scowl was the most entertaining thing on earth. His metallic grey eyes flooding in with warmth.
"How do you even delete this?", I ask hopelessly, trying to figure Instagram out.
I now regret not having any social media. What is this even? Posting a picture so people could see my ugly ass? No, thank you. I'll rather feed my animals.
The phone gets pulled out of my hand. Mason puts it back in his pocket, making me glare at him. He only pulls one brow up, irritating me further to death.
"I'm not deleting it, princess", he states determined.
"Why not?", I ask hysterically, throwing my hands in the air to give a more dramatic touch. "Everyone has seen my ugly face. Pretty please, Mason. Delete it."
"You're not ugly, princess. You're the most captivating creature I've ever laid my eyes on. Everyone needs to see how lucky I am to have such a beautiful best friend", he replies charmingly in his deep velvet voice. I shrug off the fact that he said 'best friend' quiet bitterly.
His warm hand goes out, caressing my cold cheek. A soft smile escapes his lips. My heart melts down, bathing in much unknown emotion. I feel my cheek redden, settling down in a deep crimson color.
"Come, princess. We're going ice skating", he announces after a while. My eyes break from his warm metallic eyes.
"Ice skating!", I squeal out of my chair all too blissfully.
I've never gone Ice skating, but always wanted to try. It seems like something fun.
I'm probably the best at it!
Watch me!
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"Princess, watch out! Carefully", I hear Mason warns me, but it's already too late.
Bam!
In a matter of seconds I could already feel a presence hovering over my body. He is quiet fast. I look up, meeting Mason's worried eyes. His metallic grey eyes were glowing in worry.
His arms immediately go out, carefully pulling me up. He does it slowly, inspecting me ever inch. He finally lets me go when he doesn't see any scrapes.
I retract my words.
I suck at Ice skating.
"Princess", he breathes out, worry still laced in his voice. "Please be careful. You could break a bone or worse."
I roll my eyes and stick my tongue out.
"Don't worry about me. I'm perfectly fine. Nothing could ever break me", I reassure him, giving him my bright smile.
His metallic grey eyes begin to flood with a warm tint, making them look as lovable as ever.
My hearts melt, I adore his special metallic grey eyes. They always seem to change by every feeling he feels.
Mason cups his warm hand around my frosted one, leading me back to the piste. He does it carefully so I could follow with my clumsiness.
"You do it like this, princess", he demonstrates for the 58444th time.
I try to do what he had just shown me, but it seems like only holding myself straight is impossible. I also feel the cramps climbing in my leg.
Mason still holds my hands afraid of me falling over and breaking my neck. What I will surely do. Watch me!
I start to move in miniature motions when I finally get the hang of it I start skating faster and faster. Well me being me skates over her own foot.
Who in the freaking world even does that?
Well me.
I immediately throw myself in his muscular arms, making us both fall out of balance. He falls back on his bump, engulfing me tightly in his arms so I would fall on him without getting hurt. My head rests on his chest. Both are breathing are uneven.
"I think we should just get back home and watch some 'Beauty and the beast'", Mason jokes still out of breath, holding me tighter.
I look up, meeting his lovely gaze. Our nose touching each other, making a little gasp escape my lips. Our faces are so close to each other I could feel his warm breath fan over my face.
Dark chocolate and mint.
We are so close, not letting any space between us. My eyes shift to his lips, they look so red, plump and kissable. Just a second and are lips will touch.
Blood is pumping through my veins. I feel my heart pounding faster and faster. The closeness leaves a tension hanging above us. His eyes observe me with so much longing, it's almost unexplainable.
All words seem lost for a second. The clock ticking by... before:
"I like you", I whisper out. I've always been a bad liar, but this lie rather seems truthful. Maybe the tension is the cause of it.
My eyes widen when I finally realize what I've said. I perceive Mason tense as a stoned statue. All life seems sucked out of his body.
Maybe he doesn't like me like Liz has said. Maybe he really only sees me as his best frie-
My thoughts get cut off by two warm marble lips on mine. I'm taken aback for a second before thousand fireworks go off in the pit of my stomach. I kiss him back, pressing mine softly against his. Mason seems to approve of it, groaning in content against my lips. He starts to move his lips a bit rougher against mine, making me whimper in delight.
His warm hands start to explore my body, beginning by my waist slowly and tenderly moving up to my back. My arm goes around his head, intertwining my fingers in his soft silky hair. The kiss start to steam up, making me tighten my grip on his hair. A low attractive grow escapes his throat, giving us both more motivation to go on further.
Mason's tongue comes out licking my lower lip. I don't know what to do so I lick his lower lip too. Another frustrated growl louds from his throat. His teeth playfully take my lower lip in them, softly and playfully nibbling on it, making me gasp.
He takes that occasion to explore every single corner of my mouth with his tongue.
Dark chocolate and mint.
He tastes the same as his scent, but sweeter.
I want more.
But the reality suddenly hits me hard. My grip loosens from his hair and I immediately push him away.
We are both panting loudly. Mason's hands were still softly caressing my back. Going up and down in motions, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine.
I look down at my fingers, feeling my cheeks burning up. My heart is still razing at an inhuman rate.
This was... intense.
A deep attractive chuckle louds from before me, making me look up. Mason was laughing uncontrollably as if something funny was going on.
I pull one brow up, waiting for his explanation. When he finally calms down he speaks up.
"Princess, I was waiting for you to finally say that. I could wait another 5 years for you to say that, but", he cups my face in his warm hands, stroking his thumb on my crimson cheek.
"But now you have said that there's no turning back. I can't wait for you anymore. I want you so bad", he states in gritted teeth as if it was painful.
My mouth gaped wide open and my cheeks were on fire. He pecks my lips one more time.
"You're mine now", he whispers his voice laced in adoration and pure possessiveness.
Wait!
We're here casually sitting on the ice piste in public and we're all over each other?
I just can fudging not.
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HI LOVELIES!
Merry Christmas!
Warning! Little rant!
So I remember in my religion class we were talking about 'suicide' and someone said that suicide was selfish and stupid.
I'm usually a very caring and understanding person, but on that moment I really couldn't understand why someone would ever say that.
Suicide isn't stupid or selfish!
You want to know what's stupid and selfish? Hurting someone so much they think suicide is the only answer.
On the day you know how someone with a mental illness and suicidal thoughts go through life every single day and still manage to put efforts for others so they wouldn't feel worthless as she/ he feels. On that day you can tell me if suicide is stupid or selfish.
I'm not going through any more details, because several friends read my book and they'll roll their eyes, because I keep bringing on the same subject.
But mental illnesses are a real thing and need to be treated like a real illness. Only professional help can cure someone with a mental illness.
Sorry for the rant!
XOXO
LOVE YOU GUYS