Just Like Sugar
So... you may or may not have noticed... i have been M.I.W (missing in writing) for quite a bit of time. My excuse is invalid. I am utterly sorry. Feel free to throw things (you know who you are) but beware, I have a fancy shield. :D
And thank you, of course! You guys never cease to make my day! I am so gracious to you all. Without you, I wouldn't be writing this. (I sound like some arrogant bastard accepting an Oscar)
Now that I've rambled and given you my lame apology, let's talk about this chapter. *Sigh* I know quite a few of you went insane when I introduced the Mason-Alex hookup. I'M SORRY. But set aside the torches. And what is with the pitchforks? AND WHO THROWS CATS? Really, that isn't very nice is it? Don't hurt me with your old time-y weaponry because this chapter will be the and of Malex and the beginning of new suspicions.
So... here goes it.
6
Alex's eyes began shifting rapidly beneath her eyelids. She could feel herself crossing the barrier between comfortable, welcoming sleep to being unwillingly awake in reality. The transition was slow, but it was still that, a transition. Slowly, her body began to roll itself over giving her the opportunity to stretch. However, as she did so, an arm around her waist pulled her back. Alarmed, the frazzled beauty retracted back violently jolting the person beside her awake.
Seriously? Is this your of smiting me?Alex looked up to her ceiling grimly muttering under her breath.
"Oh, Alex... good morning," Mason began lamely. He scratched his head and looked around the cluttered room.
"What are you still doing here?" Silently, Alex exhibited a sigh of relief noting that she still had all of her clothes on and Mason did as well. His hair was matted down against his head on one side and the rest was fluffed up and about in different places. If Alex didn't know any better, she would have considered it fucking adorablebut, Alex did know better and it took on more of a unfuckingattractivelook at the moment.
"I-uhm-I-I," Mason began stammering over his words, his brows pushed together obviously unsure of what to say, "I thought you wanted me to stay..."
"Why would you think that?"
Alex took this time to look down at herself again. Stumbling out of the bed, she yanked up her black top in order to hide her hot pink bra and adjusted her pants to hide her lacy underwear.
"W-well," all of this sputtering was starting to annoy Alex, "after we... you know, w-w-we kissed? Alex, don't you remember? After that I held you until you fell asleep? Does any of this ring the slightest of bells?"
"Yeah, sure, but that wasn't exactly an invitation for you to stay."
By this time, Alex was shuffling about reordering her room to her heart's messiest desire, "Ugh, why is it so bright in here?"
She squint her eyes into the sunlight as she headed over to close the curtains. Outside was the perfect view of acres and acres of incredibly polished land. A pool. A guesthouse. Wait, why wasn't she staying there? Hmph,Alex thought, that is certainly gonna have to change. If it was there, she might as well take it.A swing set and a trampoline and two handcrafted playhouses for the girls. There was a lot, including a dock with two small sailboats and a yacht. How much money did Justin have?
Almost as soon as the thought crossed Alex's mind, Justin ran out into the backyard in an Under Armor jogging suit. She watched as he ran down the pathway towards the marina knowing that if she planned on catching up to him, Mason would have to go... quickly.
"So you felt nothing?"
At this point, it was only fair of Alex to think and consider. Did she have any recurring feelings for Mason after last night's encounter? I mean sure, it felt great to kiss him and be in his arms after so longs, essentially. However, she felt emotionally indifferent to the whole situation. It was like one of her many other frivolous rendezvous, temporary, and one time thing. Like homework, it wasn't fun, but she did, just to see what it was like.
"What was I supposed to feel?" Alex knew her voice came across more bitter than she intended. Mason looked around, hopelessly, for his shoes. "Was I supposed get happy? Was I supposed to get all tingly for you?" She was mocking him now, her sarcasm as harsh as ever. It had developed quite nicely over the past few years.
"Alex, stop it, I get it already," Mason said tying his laces.
"Oh," Alex said suddenly, "I get it now, too!"
Mason began his way to the door, left shoe in hand. Alex couldn't stop now, not when she was on such a roll. The sun was shining and 'Alex's way' was thick in the air.
"Was I supposed to fall in love with you, Mason?"
"Don't be so full of yourself, Alex," he muttered, standing at the door, "stop with the mind games, no one wants you here if that's what you're looking to play."
"Is that so?" Alex stepped closer to him, her eyes narrowed, her posture upright, "Well then, on your way out, make sure you tell that to Juliet."
Mason swung the door open, averting his body quickly. His skin was paling and his eyes darted to the floor. A flush of excitement flurried through Alex's veins. It happened every time she won and this, this was surely one of those times. She stood quiet in her victory and watched as Mason hurried his way down the large hall towards the staircase.
Once he was out of her sight, Alex closed her door carefully and crossed the room back to her bed. She wasn't exactly sure what she'd just caught onto with Mason, but whatever it was, it was a sore spot.
With that said, Alex wouldn't be Alex if she didn't poke at it, now would she?
Okay, that is all I can offer you right now. I don't like what I've written at all but I'm dying here. Like, I'm truthfully very, very stuck. I know where I want to go, I just need to GET THERE. Give me time. I've got a handle and I will kick this writer's block in the ass if I have to in order to keep it!
Until then, stock up on your things to throw at me for my horrible consistency.
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Mikki :)(: