Little Black Lies (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Four

{Okay, from now on, this is gonna to be written with @KoalaMuffinz cuz she played Mason in ADWTD, so... Yep :3 Btw, vote, comment, blah de blah <3}

        Xzavier's POV:

        "You did what?" I ask, standing from the bed and tugging at my curls in distress, my thumb in my mouth as I chew on it's nail. "Oh, my fucking God, Clover!"

        She smirks. "I invited Mason over here."

        My eyes narrow at her and I take a step towards my best friend. "Why?" I growl. "Why would you bring him here?! Clover, what the fuck?!"

        Mason is coming to my house. Is he going to be a douche? Will he be mean to my family? And most importantly, why am I so damn nervous?"

        "I'm sick of him being so rude to you," she says, shrugging. "I mean, Mason's really close to Christian for some reason, so we should all be close to him, right?"

Christian nods his head slowly, gnawing on his bottom lip. "Yeah," He says, smiling. "Yeah, we should all be close."

        "But I don't like him!" I cry, scrubbing at my face. "God, this is going to be a mess." Who knows how Mason will act. Probably like an asshole, as always.

        There's a knock on my bedroom door. "That should be him," Clover says.

        "You can go get it," I grumble, dropping back on the bed and laying my head in Christian's lap.

        She shrugs, moving over to the door and opening it. Mason stands there, looking pissed and completely out of place. Clover whispers something in his ear, and his scowl deepens, but he forces a neutral expression on his face.

        "Mason," I greet, forcing a smile but not moving from Chris's lap. "Glad to see you here."

        He looks at the way I'm laying on Christian and forces a stiff nod, sitting next to Christian, but away from everyone else.

        Chris gives him a small smile before turning back to us. "So... What do you guys want to do? I mean, we can watch a movie and have Zav's mom order us pizza?"

        I laugh, for some reason, really hard at this. "Yes, because my mum is made of money," I snicker. "Oh, my God, that's what mom must stand for! 'Made up of money'!" I start laughing even harder, rolling around a bit in my friends lap as I clutch my sides.

        Mason looks at me boredly as my friends chuckle lightly, probably at my reaction instead of the joke. Mason bites his lip, looking frustrated. I give him a look. "Come on, it was funny!" I say, still giggling. "Right, Christian?" I lean up and place a kiss on his cheek, smirking.

        Mason's face morphs into a glare. "Why was I invited here, again?" He snaps.

        "Because,' Christian says softly, placing a gentle hand on Mason's arm. "We all need to bond."

        Mason takes a calming breath, glaring at me hatefully.

        I just shrug, already pissed off at him. "Careful, your face might freeze like that. That would be highly unattractive," I say with a large grin.

        "I don't give a shit about being attractive," he snaps. "It's a lot more useful if you're not, I've learned."

        Chris quickly sits up and gives us both a look. "Enough," He says calmly. "That is enough, both of you. Can we all just get along?"