A/N: Strong Language. Thanks to Nicholas Dreamer for all the adds!

A/N: Lyrics in Bold are an Alternate version of "Fall to pieces" By Avril Lavigne.

"I've got to have a conversation,

But I just have to sit and stare at you,

Part of him never wants to speak about it,

Is he in love with you?"

It was now or never.

It's was time to go Big, or go home,

It was time for the Fight, or Flight...

As soon as he got in the car. Mason sat beside him on the passenger seat. As they both put their seat belts on, their knuckles touched. Brett smiled, but Thankfully Mason didn't look at him. The Were was pleased that Mason couldn't read his emotions either. Just smelling Mason made him feel Nauseous. He just wanted to pin him to the Back-seat and sniff him all over. He had to remember every mark, all the Play ground scars and Teenage adventure bruises on his Body.

He had to know if he and John were serious. Sure he'd be a Selfish Bastard for asking. But thre was no point in telling Mason every feeling from the beginning if he was dating someone else.

"Brett?"

"Yes?"

"Are we going to my place today or next week?" Mason asked.

"I...I'm sorry let's go" Brett said.

He tried to stir the conversation towards school. It turned out that Mason was getting A's as he'd predicted. Now he was trying to do more studying with Liam. But his Friend wasn't interested in studying. He was more interested in Dating.

"He's got his whole life to date every Girl of his dreams. I won't let him fail" Mason said.

"It's just bizzare that he doesn't want to spend time with you. Your company is something that should be compulsary for our pack, maybe I should talk to Satomi"

"Very funny Brett" Mason said as he rolled his eyes.

Brett gave him a worried look before he stopped at the Traffic lights.

"I'm not trying to be funny"

"Sure you're not. But you sure found it funny to fuck up my Dates" Mason, said bluntly.

Brett was so pissed at himself, he changed at the wrong Gear. The car buzzed forward and stopped. Cars behind him beeped and barked in their ears to show their annoyance. Brett whistled and left as the Green light blared into view.

"Mason I need to get one thing clear"

"I know, you're psychotic" Mason said staring out of the window.

"Only when it comes to you, I never thought I'd be telling you this. Here, in a car, after a Pack meeting about yet another threat"

Mason for the first time since he'd got in the car, Glanced at him. Brett leaned on the chair as he parked outside Mason's house. He'd always dreamed of eventually going into Mason's house, hand in hand, to watch a Lacrosse game on Television, or snuggle on the sofa and study. If Brett didn't say all the secrets, he'd never get to do those things with him.

"You never thought you'd tell me what?"

"That what I did...I didn't do it to get off on it. I didn't do this to tell my friends or scare those Guys to film it for Devenford. I'm devastated that I hurt you the way that I did..I really am" Brett said.

His voice was cracking, but he held himself together and squeezed his gear stick. He had to apologise. He was still surprised that those words hadn't fallen out of him yet.

"I was wrong for mocking you, and calling you names, just because you made a profile online. But the only reason I said those things was because I was so angry. You have no idea what you do to me"

"Excuse me? What about all the controlling shit, you've pulled on me?"

"That's not what I mean. I've been tracking those Guys down partly because of Jealousy and mostly because I want to take their place" Brett confided.

"Err...what? You wanted to be My Dates? You wanted to be a Baker or youth counsellor...you wanna be a motivational speaker?" Mason asked.

All Brett could feel from Mason was confusion and Curiousity. He wasn't making fun of him, or pretending to play dumb. He genuinely didn't know.

"Take their place, not as in Occupation. Take your place...As in being your potential Partner"

Mason bit his lip.

"Really?"

"Yes really. I've felt something ever since I smelled you at Lacrosse. I monitored your crush behind closed doors. You always seemed very upfront about you attraction towards me. I figured you'd ask me out"

"I...me? Ask you out?" Mason spluttered.

"Yes, you wanted to, in the beginning. Until the McCall Pack got out of control..Then things settled down I thought you take me out then, but you had other plans. Sinema to be precise"

"Why are you saying Sinema like that? You go there all the time"

"Correction I only started going when you went" Brett said.

"Wait...That's not what you told me"

"What did you expect me to say? Hi Mason, you look hot today. I'm not really into Clubs and bars, but I'm going cause I wanna follow you everywhere? Anyway,. I'm glad I did. Clubs are a Mind-fuck, they make my head-spin, but I had to go with you"

"Why go if Noisy crowded slippery clubs aren't your scene" Mason said.

"Your scene is my scene I guess. I know I can dance. I've been called a fantastic kisser, I just wanted you to see me outside of school. I wanted you to be impressed"

"I was, constantly!.. Brett in case you haven't noticed, you're ridiculously hot" Mason huffed.

"But apparently Lucas was hotter" Brett said running his hand through his dry but gelled hair.

"Lucas Lucas Lucas. With his exotic good looks and the Pitch Black Eyes. I remember looking in the Bathroom mirror and telling myself that I didn't have chance with you. That you'd found a "Keeper" But then again, what if he wasn't good enough? What if Lucas was a liar or he tried to hurt you? I kept an eye on you, just staying close enough to smell your scent in the shadows.

"I wanna kid myself and tell myself that the Lucas incident is why I've chased away every Guy but I don't wanna lie to you. Thinking or seeing you with with another Guy makes me Physically ill"

"Thanks" Mason said sarcastically.

Brett clicked his tongue and rested his head on the steering wheel. He tried to imagine the Wheel was Mason's chest but it was too hard and smelled of his Pack's sweat. Still leaning he turned toward Mason and sighed.

"Mason...I want romantise it. But I'll just say it. Thoughts...thinking about about you dating other Guys, makes me physically sick. And I'm not...I'm not saying it to spike your curiousity. it's not a Metaphorical example. Many a night My Little Sister is yelling at me to use air freshener. Because I've woken up thinking about you and I've literally brought up Satomi's Súrir hrútspungar at Three in the morning.

"Me equals throwing up, how sweet" Mason said tapping the arm-rest.

"No. Not you per se, dreams of you dating. or Rather Nightmares... of you holding hands with a Guy called Carlos while you recite movie quotes. The horror of tall Guys holding umbrella's for you while you're both walking home in the rain. Nightmares of your partner Dominick pulling open the curtains in the morning. He's squinting at the sun, and turns around when you rub his shoulder and kiss his bicep. The Dreaded Romantic holidays, where a Italian statlion called Fabricio guides you up hard against the wall, making you laugh. You'll put your arm around around his back, as he's biting your neck and..."

"Woah you dream more about my Sex life than I do" Mason said with a chuckle.

"It's going to happen. But you'll go through those Guilty pleasures. With different Guys. Then you'll find the one. It just tears me apart everyday knowing that that lucky Guy is never going to be me" Brett whispered.

He could feel Mason's hand rub his back sympathetically. He could tell that it was a motivational rub, not a passionate one. He tried to sense Mason's attraction level to him. But he couldn't sense that. Just acceptance, and the spark of embarrassment that Mason must have felt on his behalf.

He starting trying to wipe the Girls numbers off of his arm, when Mason gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you. It must have taken you months to tell me that. I'm...this is..."

"Intense?" Brett finished,.

"Intense isn't the word to describe that. If you'd said that before everything...I'm pretty sure I would have proposed to you by now" Mason said a smile forming.

"Mason...I know how much I've fucked up. I can't accept a proposal right now, but we can go slow. As slow as you want. I won't ask for anything from you, I promise. Even if you just Text me once a Month. that's enough. I just need to know that there's one Iota of you...that there's one minute Particle of you that feels the same way about me"

"You're right"

"I'am?!" Brett shouted.

"You did fuck up. And I don't think you'll ever realise how much. Because you're this hot Blonde beautiful Super-model Were. And yes, I've had Horrendous taste in Guys recently. But You don't Know what it's like to be totally invisible to Guys. Going online, was like a Life-line to me. The Expectations. The Dating, the talking, having fun and watching a Guy like me for me. I wanted to go through that Brett. But you robbed me of all of that.

"Don't groan. I'll help you with John, and I'll help protect you and your Pack. Because I'm your friend Brett. Not a Friend with Benefits. Not a friend that you can fuck any day when you get bored. Not a once a Week Fuck-buddy. I'm just a friend that wants you to be safe. I'm just a friend that doesn't want to see your Little Sister depressed. I don't want to see Satomi go through hell anymore. I'm just a Platonic friend for you Brett, nothing, more, nothing less" Mason said.

He got his Rucksack, he Thanked Brett for the ride and got out.

Brett leaned up cloudy eyed. He started the car and drove away from Mason's house.

Then Minutes later, he reversed, and came back to Mason Hewitt's House-hold...