Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Glee. All of the rights to the show go to Ryan Murphy and Co., and Twentieth Century Fox.
Mason didn't really understand what Madison's obsession with her front-facing camera on her phone was, but it irritated the crap out of him.
She was bound to waste all of the space on her phone with all of the photos of herself she had been taking. Half of the ones she took, she doesn't even allow other people to see them. What's the point in selfies if they weren't shared with the rest of the world?
Instagram was the only app she used on a daily basis, if not Four Pics, 1 Word whenever the Wi-Fi would act like the biggest bitch in the world and not allow anyone to use internet access. And whenever she had the opportunity, her Cheerios uniform would end up being the biggest catch aside from her shampooed and conditioned hair. Guys liked that kind of stuff, according to Madison.
Mason counted every time she would pull her phone out to capture herself admiring the way she looked. He once told her, if he had a dollar for every selfie on her phone, he could buy himself a new car in his senior year in high school. Madison laughed it off, saying that it wasn't true, but Mason promised that he wouldn't be the one laughing once she reaches the three thousand-photo mark.
Cheerios practice was coming up in about a few minutes, and Mason was currently tying his cheer shoes while sitting on the floor. Once he knew everything was neatly put on him, he strolled down the hall, waiting on his sister to come out of the ladies' room.
As if as automatically as a robot, she walked out of the ladies' room with her silver iPhone in her possession, holding it a distance away from her face while she puckered her lips up like a fish. Mason just snickered. "I'm telling you. I'll have that car sooner or later."
"Not by senior year like you promised." Madison added, running her fingers through her brunette ponytail so her curls would fall freely.
Mason snorted. "Whatever. Just –" He glanced up at her for a moment to watch her pucker her lips up again so she could take yet another picture – what was this, the 109th one this week? "The squad's waiting on us outside; we'll get trash-talked in the beginning of practice again like the last time." Mason folded his arms and leaned against the wall, waiting almost impatiently.
"It's not like we're not used to that by now," Madison responded, putting one hand on her hip while she extended her arm to take another side photo.
Mason watched her every move, trying so hard not to giggle whenever Madison greatly admired herself in the camera. He couldn't help it; Madison thought she was a model or something, according to Mason. Why girls spent their time doing that type of stuff, he'll never know.
Madison glared up at him for a moment and crossed her arms. "Something funny?" she questioned.
"Yeah, actually." Mason continued. "Since when did you get so absorbed into cameras? Like, do you have some type of photo fetish."
"What's wrong with taking selfies?"
"Nothing," Mason replied, and he ended up mumbling his next few words: "if you plan on leaving this crummy town with your face stamped on milk cartons." He felt a sharp pain on his bare arm coming from his shorter sister, who had pinched him forcefully in spite of the joke he just told. Mason laughed while rubbing his sore spot, and Madison continued eyeing her reflection through the glass screen.
Madison turned her head back in Mason's direction. "You would look good in them, though, if you gave them a chance."
Mason shook his head in disagreement. "Nah, don't think so."
"Why do you say that?" Madison asked while scrolling through her camera roll to find the best photo to post on her Instagram account.
Mason furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief. "You're kidding right?" He gestured towards his sister's iPhone with the yellow and pink protective case on it. "Selfies are a girl's thing."
Madison cocked an eyebrow in his direction. "Definitely not true."
"Don't believe you." Mason replied with a shrug, and he leisurely walked down the hall with his backpack over his shoulder.
Madison, of course, didn't believe what he meant. There were just certain things, to her, that didn't have a gender to them, even the smallest things like photography on a cell phone. Besides, Madison planned on showing her grandchildren what their uncle looked like as a cheerleader in high school. Mason looked like a piece of art in that male Cheerios uniform, and Madison was gonna prove it.
She abandoned her bag on the floor before running towards Mason, the brunette male unaware of her sudden appearance. Madison wrapped an arm around her brother's neck, extending her hand out so the phone screen would be able to capture both of their faces. The moment she pressed the shutter button on the camera, Mason began reaching for Madison's phone, embarrassed at the fact that his sister would do something so sneaky.
"Are you kidding me?" Mason groaned, literally chasing Madison around in the space around them in the hallway. Madison made a great escape, running back towards her Cheerios bag. She took a moment to glance at the photo she took. Despite the fact that it was blurry in some areas, it still looked nice. However, to Mason, it probably looked like crap. "Delete that. I want it off your phone. No one can see that."
Madison giggled before holding her phone towards her chest, literally hugging it and giving Mason an innocent smile. "Come on, M. It's a cute one."
"Not if I have anything to say about it."
"You haven't even seen it."
"Don't need to."
Madison folded her arms in front of her chest. "I'll delete it if you allow me to take a few more proper ones. If not, this one's going on Facebook."
Mason rolled his eyes. "Oh, so you plan on threatening me with a social media site that people barely even use anymore?" he asked sarcastically. Madison didn't respond; she just gave Mason a stale face, creating silence between them so she could give Mason the opportunity to give her a proper answer.
Finally, Mason surrendered. "Fine, but I don't want to see them on your thread when you're done taking them."
"That's not a promise." Of course, because Madison had a thing for not keeping promises.
Mason placed his bag down beside hers and leaned against a set of lockers, his head cocked to the side closer to his sister's shoulder. When Madison gave the cue to smile and say cheese, Mason's eyebrow just inched on his forehead while he smirked. Madison, in response, gave the camera her most simplistic smile as she pressed the shutter button.
They continued taking more pictures, for Madison was having too much fun with the lighting and filters, and Madison went to her camera roll to observe the photos they had taken. "I like these," Madison cooed, scrolling through each photo individually.
Mason frowned in disgust a bit. "I look like some French actor's drunk cousin."
"Shut up, M. They came out pretty great." Madison complimented him before taking the third photo of her and Mason and using it as her lock screen saver. Mason just shook his head and snickered a bit.
All of a sudden, they both heard a very loud female voice that made them both jump out of their skin. "Look, I was going to give you two a chance to iron out your disgustingly mutual emotions towards each other before I made the rest of the Cheerios bust your ass with some reality," Kitty Wilde told them both, "but now my patience has reached its end. Why the hell are you two still in here?"
Mason began to stutter. Kitty was a ruthless human being. He and Madison thought that Kitty was a very nice person, though. Now Mason understood why Kitty was considered to be a bitch. Mason and Madison scrambled to get their respective Cheerios bags to put on their backs. "W-w-we, um – Kitty, we just –"
"It's my fault." Madison immediately spoke up. "Don't worry about my brother. We'll be out in a few."
Kitty folded her arms, glaring at Madison for a little too long before turning on her heel. "If I find out you two are tongue-wrestling each other with your identical ass DNA, don't step anywhere near me. It's not gonna be my problem."
Madison and Mason just eyed each other, confused. Kitty was being ridiculous.
Author's Note: Because a drabble about two Cheerio twins can't be complete without their ring leader (who, by the way, can easily sense incest between those two – even if it isn't true).