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Chapter 10

Masky woke up with a start at the sound of thunder. Storms always unsettled him, the rain depressed him and the loud noise of the thunder always left him awake and shaking at night. He tossed and turned for he felt was an hour before he finally got out of bed and left the room, grabbing his mask and putting it on as he went.

He opted to just wandering around the mansion to get a better feel of it.

"Where are you going?" he heard. Masky turned around to see Hoodie sitting up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"I'm just going to walk around the mansion to get my mind off this storm," Masky answered. Hoodie nodded and laid back down, going back to sleep.

Masky was walking down the hall when he heard what sounded to him like someone crying. He followed the sound till he found Helen sitting on the floor, curled in on himself and leaning against the wall.

"Helen!" Masky called, rushing over to him. "What happened?!" Helen pointed in front of him. Masky followed Helen's finger to see a sketchbook torn to pieces in front of them. He picked up the pieces, holding them gently in his hands.

"Oh, Helen," Masky gasped. "I'm so sorry. I know how much this sketchbook meant to you." He set the pieces down and pulled Helen into a hug, rocking him back and forth. "Who did this?" Helen didn't answer, but he did lean into Masky's hold, clutching Masky's shirt.

Masky continued to rock Helen back and forth, gently rubbing his back and whispering sweet nothings into in his ear.

"Let's get you to bed," he said, helping Helen up. Helen nodded as he turned around and opened the door behind them. He walked into his room, wiping his eyes free of tears.

"Y-You can come in if you want," he said, scratching the back of his neck. Masky nodded and stepped inside Helen's room. The room was as simple as the room he shared with Hoodie, except Helen's room had only one bed. Helen walked to his bed and sat down.

"Do you want me to go pick up the pieces of your sketchbook?" Masky asked, closing the door.

"No," Helen answered, shaking his head. "Leave them. I don't care." Masky sat down next to Helen on the bed.

"This happens often, doesn't it?" he asked. Helen nodded, falling back onto the bed.

"Why?" Masky continued. "And who does this?" Helen sighed, but still refused to answer.

Then Helen did something that surprised the hell out of Masky. He pulled Masky down and and laid his head on his chest. Masky froze, unsure of what to do and blushing like mad behind his mask.

"Uh, Helen?" he said. "What are you doing?" Helen sat up and hovered over Masky.

"You know," Helen answered. "I've never seen your face before." He took off MAsky's mask, stopping when he saw his face. He thought Masky's pure black eyes accented his pale skin perfectly.

"Wow," he gasped, blushing slightly. "You look amazing." Helen then did something else that surprised – more like startled – Masky. He leaned down and kissed Masky. Masky was so shocked that he couldn't move. When Helen broke the kiss, he touched their foreheads together, his eyes half-lidded. They were both breathing and blushing heavily.

"No," Masky finally said, snapping out of his daze and gently pushing Helen off of him. "We can't do this."

"What do you mean?" Helen asked, slightly surprised that Masky said no.

"What do you think I mean?" Masky answered. "We don't even know each other. I'm not saying we can't ever get together, but I want to get to know you first." Helen looked down at the bed with a saddened look on his face.

"I'm sorry," he finally said, looking as if he was going to cry again.

"Please don't cry, Helen," Masky said, pulling him into another hug. "I'll still think of you as my friend." He started rocking Helen back and forth. "Please don't cry."

Helen sniffled a little, leaning into Masky's hold. "Will you at least sleep with me tonight?" he asked.

Masky nodded, grabbing his mask and setting it on the night stand before lying down under the covers with Helen. He held Helen close, falling asleep soon afterwads to the sound of the rain and the dull roar of the thunder.

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-Cheshy