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Pictures of me

Much to her own surprise, Daisy found herself in her own bedroom when she woke up. The last thing she remembered was dozing off on Mason's shoulder in the car.

As she looked around in her room, she noticed that she had been sleeping for about 10 straight hours, about double the sleep she normally got every night.

Eventhough she slept that much longer, she still didn't feel better rested than usually. She'd been having on-again/off-again flashbacks about the week she died. Not something she usually spent much time thinking about, but now she did, over and over again.

"Hey." George said softly as Daisy came out of her room. "You slept alright?"

Daisy took a little time to gather her thoughts. "Yeah, it was okay." She mumbled as she headed towards the bathroom.

Mason walked into the house.

"She up yet?"

George looked up and approached Mason to help him with some shopping bags he was holding. "She's in the bathroom. Just woke up." She nodded.

"Good."

Mason put the remainder of the bags on the kitchen counter, walked towards the bathroom and knocked the door.

"I'm in here Georgia." He heard Daisy say from the other side.

He knocked again. "Daisy, it"s Mason. Can I come in?"

A moment of silence followed.

Daisy sighed and unlocked the door. "Fine." Was all she said.

There they stood. Mason in jeans and shirt, Daisy in nightly attire. Accross one another in a small bathroom.

Mason looked at Daisy. "Y'alright?"

Daisy sighed again, this time more profoundly than the last.

"How many times will I have to go over this today? Yes, I'm fine."

A brief pause followed. Than Mason snapped his fingers. "Fuckin' hell. Forgot something. Be right back."

Mason hurried outside and only returned a few hours later. By that time, Daisy had gotten dressed and George had left for work.

As Mason opened the front door and walked inside, he noticed male voices screaming from in the living room.

Thoughts of Daisy in great distress made him run towards the living room, where he found the blonde watching an old black and white movie. One guy, whom Mason vaguely reminded of James Steward, was yelling against another, who looked an aweful lot like Guy Kibbee.

"What's this?" Mason inquired.

"Oh, Mason. I didn't hear you come in." Daisy said, never taking her eyes away from the tv. "Wanna sit?" She pointed at the seat next to hers.

"What are we watching?"

"I was in the mood for a classic."

"I can see that, but what is it?"

Daisy looked at Mason in disbelief. "You're shitting me? Are you really gonna tell me that you don't know "Mr. Smith goes to Washington"?"

Mason turned his attention towards the large flatscreen tv for a while. "Now that you mention it, it does look rather formiliar."

Daisy laughed as Mason sat down next to her. "Where have you been?"

"I went to get you something."

She turned down the volume of the tv and looked at Mason with an overly-surprised face. "Really now? What is it?"

Mason smiled. "Say please."

"Plleaaaasse." Daisy pleaded while softly chuckeling.

"Close enough."

Mason took a manilla enveloppe from underneath his leather jacket.

"Gimme, Gimme, Gimme." Daisy laughed as she took hold of the flat object. "Come oooonn, tell me what it is."

"Open it."

Daisy opened the enveloppe and saw 2 pieces of cardboard, carefully taped together by large pieces of ducktape.

"Cardboard?"

Mason smiled. "Come on, open it."

Daisy's exitement rose as she removed the cardboard. What she found inbetween was something she hadn't quite expected.

It was a piece of thick paper.

Soon she realised she was looking at the back of the paper. When she turned it around, shock was readable on her face. "Oh...oh my God."

Staring at Daisy's face was... Daisy.

The enveloppe had contained an autographed promotional black and white picture of Daisy's time in Hollywood.

It read: "Have a great day – Daisy Adair, 1938." Under which an autograph was neatly scribbled.

"You like it?"

Daisy didn't know what to say. "Mason where...how...when... where did you find this?"

Masons eyes softened. "To answer all of your questions at once, a friend of mine is a collector and I noticed it a while back, I bought it from him a couple of days ago. Looks like you were bigger 'a moviestar than we thought you were after all." He chuckled.

Daisy stared at the picture again, than looked at Mason, who noticed her eyes were welling up. "I can remember signing this autograph."

"Really? Do tell."

"It was 2 weeks before I..you know. I think the girl was called Alice or Anna or something. She came upto me when I was standing in front of the studio and asked for me to sign."

Daisy approached Mason and gave him a hug. "Thanks." She said sobbing. "Means a lot."

As she pulled back from the hug, she took a deep look into Masons eyes.

It was at that moment that Mason seazed his opportunity. He pulled her closer and their lips where pressed against eachother.

Daisy dropped the enveloppe on the coffee table as Mason gently pulled her towards the bedroom, leaving behind his jacket and her shirt.

LATER

The first thing George noticed when she came back from her poorly-paid temp job at Happy Time was Mason's car standing on her spot in the driveway.

"Dangit, he always does that." She thought to herself as she hit the steeringwheel of her red Mustang with the palm of her hands.

She parked down the street and walked inside.

She had no idea what had happened, but this couldn't be her house. It looked like there had been a party while she was away. clothing items all over, a flower vase had been knocked down from its original place. "Hello?" she mumbled softly. "Is anyone here?"

"Hello?" she spoke again, louder this time.

As she skimmed through the house, she heard some noise coming from in Daisy's bedroom. "Daisy? 's that you?"

"Ouch."

Mason came out of Daisy's bedroom, holding on to one of his feet. "That fucking hurt."

Daisy laughed and came out of the bedroom too.

"Oh, hey Georgia." She continued to laugh at Mason bumping his foot against one of her bedside tables.

"Uhm, hello." George took another good look around. "What the fuck happened here? Looks like this place turned into a atomic-bomb testsite while I was at work."

Daisy and Mason looked around, than looked at eachother and started laughing all over again. "Nothing."

George rolled her eyes and went back outside.

Daisy quickly turned away from Mason and tallied George."Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the Waffle Haus...and THIS Haus better be cleaned up before I come back." George replied with a firm voice.

Mason and Daisy looked at eachother again and closed up for a kiss when George left the house. "kids..."

Soon thereafter, they started clearing up their stuff.

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