𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 :
MASON SAT AT HIS ISLAND with his third spliff of the night between his fingers. it was the evening of mother's day, which didn't go as planned. despite their argument, he still wanted to take sage and azelia out like he had intended to previously.
he woke up earlier than normal which was better for the day anyways. it was only when he was fully dressed, about to make his way to sage's, did jadon call him and tell him to check aitch's story.
mason stood in his hallway, shoes half on, tapping through the unnecessarily long instagram story. stupid filters, him in the studio, studio again, azelia, filters. mason did a double take, going back through the whole story just to see if his eyesight was playing up.
no doubt there was a ten second video of azelia walking, her small hand in aitch's. mason could faintly make out azelia saying 'dada look' and pointing to something, with aitch asking 'what is it?' just seconds after. the video was captioned with a few hearts and sage's instagram handle.
all the pettiness aside, mason thought that sage letting azelia call another man 'dad' was disrespectful. he wasn't mad at his child of course, she didn't understand anything. he was just disappointed that sage would stoop this low over nothing. mason didn't even care that aitch would know he saw the story, which is probably why he posted it in the first place.
it was clear that sage wasn't with the two as she posted a story a few minutes after of her at home. that was what pissed him off the most. sage had left their daughter with a stranger just to be petty. mason immediately called her but it went straight to voicemail after four rings.
he gave himself an ultimatum; go over to sage's place and kick off or just stay home and act like he didn't care (which wasn't the case). mason chose the second option, but texted dec to call sage and ask if everything was okay. he knew that going over there is what sage wanted, she wanted a reaction out of him.
so after that, mason changed back into his house clothes and binged game of thrones for the rest of the day. it was only around seven when he began smoking. his emotions were starting to get the better of him and like before, mason refused to cry over this childish situation.
a pounding at his front door is what pulled mason out of his thoughts. he contemplated ignoring it but remembered he ordered something. he knew hermes would usually come at fuck off times, so decided to answer the door instead.
"SEE MY DAYS ARE cold without you, but i'm hurting while i'm with you," mason passionately sung along to ashanti's foolish. after opening his door, christian, declan and kennedy pushed their way through. the small girl claimed he reeked of weed and forced him to go shower.
while he was upstairs, the trio themselves were cleaning up mason's kitchen. declan wiping down the sides, christian washing the dishes and kennedy putting away all his alcohol and weed. they could all hear mason yelling from upstairs but decided against saying anything.
"he sounds hurt as hell," christian spoke while rinsing out a glass. both declan and kennedy agreed, each of them feeling for their friend. "what actually happened?"
"some girl texted him and sage jumped to conclusions—"
"you can't blame her for that with how he's been though," kennedy cut him off.
"yes i understand that ken, but she smashed his phone and didn't let him explain himself. she normally lets him talk it out or whatever," declan huffed, getting fed up of the situation already.
"as she should. he was being a little shit."
"you're seriously defending her right now? ever since she fucked off with kepa and aitch, sage has been acting like she doesn't give a shit about her relationship. she's acting like she doesn't have a whole ass child!" he shouted back at the dutch girl.
"maybe because mason hasn't for years, declan!"
"you think you know what he's been like? you only just got here. this shit has been two sided for years. and it's always jesse and i cleaning shit up. we're sick of it. don't you think we have our own fucking relationships to deal with?"
kennedy had discarded her task at this point, staring at declan with hard eyes. "praat verdomme niet zo tegen me," she spat while walking towards the west ham player. "i may not have been around for long but i knew from the minute i met mason that he was a cheating asshole—"
"oh so you stayed with him for his dick then? since you knew he would treat you like shit?"
"ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH." the two turned to face christian sitting on the side. they were both silent, forgetting that he was there during their mini fight.
"declan; watch your fucking mouth when talking to my girl. kennedy, you can't defend sage in this situation. she's in the wrong for doing mason how she did, she's also in the wrong for letting a random man take her daughter out. and because of that; our best friend is upstairs crying in the shower. so can you stop arguing for one fucking second and help me help him? good. now apologise to each other."
"fine, het spijt me," kennedy muttered after a few minutes of silence. she would usually fall into her dutch vocabulary when mad which christian was used to. he quickly translated for declan who returned the phrase (in english though).
"right. now can we go help our friend, please?"
- T 🖤 !
im making sage
really hateable
LMFAOOO
