Only Sleeping ✔️

Chapter 35 | Will

This chapter was 100% written as I went, a real go with the flow situation. It's a little different; we get a snippet of jealous, angry, and assertive Will!

As always let me know your thoughts <3

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Being left alone at the campsite while my family took Gage and Hank golfing was not ideal, for many reasons.

The obvious is Mason hating me again, or maybe not hating me again. I'm honestly not sure, and that's the problem. I don't want to make small talk and spend time with him when I don't know what any of this means. What any of this is.

Mason doesn't seem to have the same thoughts and sits down next to me.

"How are you feeling?"

I bite my lip and mumble. "Okay"

I know he's trying to be nice, helpful even, but playing with my feelings doesn't feel helpful or nice. Even if he doesn't mean it.

He sighs and takes a deep breath. That's when I know he's about to start a conversation I don't want to get into. A conversation I don't know if my sick brain can handle.

"Will. I don't...I don't want you to be hurt. I didn't mean to hurt you, I know I'm being confusing. I just...I like you, but I can't..."

I turn and glare because if this cold is doing anything it's pissing me off. I don't want to be stuck here listening to Mason tell me he's sorry again and I let him know it.

"Fuck me?"

He pauses and his mouth goes slack the words dying in his throat. I stare at him as he swallows stiffly and blinks.

"Uh...yeah"

I nod. "It's fine Mason, you're not interested anymore...or maybe you weren't ever I get it"

I get up and walk away barely hearing him mumble "I was.." as I walk away, but I don't turn around; I'm too tired. Instead, I unzip the tent and go inside dropping my exhausted body down onto the air mattress and close my eyes.

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I wake up a couple hours later to Mason saying my name

"Will?"

I blink and the light blinds me for a moment as I peel my eyelids apart.

"Yeah?"

Mason sighs. "Did you want to get up and try to eat something? I warmed up a can of soup"

I blink confused. "My mom brought soup?"

Mason shakes his head. "No, I walked up to the park store and got it"

I bite my lip. "Oh"

That's the Mason that makes my stomach flutter with butterflies. The one who cares and makes me feel like I'm special to him. I sit up slowly and rub my hand down my face before getting out of the tent.

"Thanks"

Mason just shrugs in response making me grimace uncomfortably. I don't like this. It feels like we don't know how to act around each other. I move toward the fire and sit down watching as Mason pours me a bowl of soup.

He hands it to me and my fingers graze his lightly making me unintentionally gasp. His eyes meet mine and narrow resulting in me squirming in my seat and pulling the bowl away from his hands. He clenches them into fists at his side and moves across the fire sitting down. He doesn't move to get himself a bowl and instead watches me.

I eat my soup slowly keeping my eyes mostly trained on the contents floating in my bowl only occasionally looking up to glance at Mason. He watches me with a hard look, it's not a glare, but it's not happy either. As if he's having an internal debate.