A/N: Strong Language.
He was alone on the Lacrosse field. He'd been staring at the Locket for way too long. Did she remember him? Would she? Would she remember the good times? Taking him Boat-riding, Fishing, the Night hunting? Or would she just remember the foot-prints in the snow, the torch taken from the Dried sewer pit, the shadows that held hands and ran as she was left in the house alone?
His memories upset him, and he accidently flung his arm up into the air and dropped the locket.
"Fuck!" He Whispered.
What would he say when he saw her again? Or If he saw her again?
"Hi Mom, we escaped everyone's fine. We're in Beacon Hills. I'm ready. But there's just one thing. I've lost the only item that you told me to remember you by. Let's go out for coffee"
He began scrambling under the chairs to find it, only to hear the jangle of a chain. He raced up with his head up, only to hit his head on one of the chairs.
"Shit!" He said rubbing his head. In a Daze he saw the locket, and reached out for it.
"There you go" He heard a voice say. The voice sounded young and warm, and he wanted to hear it again...preferably in-doors.
He shook the cobwebs from his head and focused. He couldn't really see the kid. Just the effortless darkness of his skin and the edgy nervousness that came from meeting someone out of the blue.
"I...I need to check if it's mine" He said. He went to the Nearest lamp-post.
As expected the kid followed him. He was glad that he did. In the Lamp-post light he was able to examine the kid properly. He was Attractive, in his cute Bubbly innocent way. He was Black, slim, wearing designer clothes, that were more comfortable than flashy. He glanced back at the locket to stop himself from staring.
"Are you okay? That locket's important, is n't it? The Kid asked.
"You have no idea. Thanks..Umm...Err..."
"It's...Mason"
The kid said with a shy smile. He didn't really go after shy Guys. In his experience they'd been as boring as shit, but he could make exceptions. His life was an exception. It had taken him years of therapy to think otherwise. He pictured this kid meeting his Parent's before he took a couple of steps back.
"Are you a Beacon Hills Guy?" He asked.
"What gave that away?" Mason asked.
"I assume the Guys are hotter in that High School"
"So you're a New Beacon Hills Guy!" Mason asked excitedly.
He found him attractive too, Thank God.
"No, I'm Devenford. What are you doing here on enemy Territory?" He asked Mason.
Mason opened his mouth, ready to explain when they both heard an irritated voice.
"Mason did you get it!"
"No...I'm looking!" Mason shouts.
"We've gotta get you home! Forget it, let's go!"
"Who's that?" He asks
"My Cock-blocking Best friend Liam. Seeing as you're a Devenford Boy, I doubt I'll see you around. It was nice meeting you" He said with a polite bow of the head.
"What's your name?" Mason asked.
"Mason!" Liam yelled,.
"Sorry" Mason Whispered, before he could tell him his name, he ran back to the "Cock-blocker" and out of the field. He resisted the urge to follow Mason, or track him, spy on him and get to know him properly. There was plenty of time for that when he started Devenford this Monday.