Chapter 12: Love story

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After yesterday I couldn't sleep because of what happened to Mason. "Poor Mason. He only wanted attention and probably never felt loved. His family neglected him. - I open my eyes and stare at the clock. -1:20 am- "Hmph." -I close my eyes- (few hours later) -yawn- I glance at the clock which reads 6:30am. I decide to get out of bed a few minutes later. I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirrior. I felt like I was staring at a stranger. I looked more pale than usual... My golden brown hair in a wavy let-down way. My eyes hazel-green. -Tap tap- I hear a tap on my bedroom window and look out. I stare down to see Mason on my front yard. So many questions ran through my head. "Hi", he says. I smile. "Will you come out?" "Sure." I run down to the yard fastly. "Hey I wanted to ask, what happened to you when you were younger?", I ask. "Things were tough when I was a child.." "Oh." "Why are you and Max enemies?", I ask. "Well, there's something Max never told you. When we were children, we were best friends.We were good friends but then one day Max moved away. But before he did he became, I don't know, jealous? He became dark and was mean. So when he moved away I became lonely but I didn't miss his company. I guess after years went by, we forgot about each other." I wanted to ask more questions but I decided not to because I'd probably remind him of his childhood. "...Anyways, I wanted to tell you something..." "Yes?", I ask in curiosity. "I'm sorry...for trying to keep you for myself. When I first saw you, I felt like I was alive again. I guess what I'm trying to say is...I really like you. But when I found out you were with Max, I felt..jealous", he says. "I really like you too. Me and Max aren't really a thing, though. We are just friends. I kinda liked your company though and running, feeling wind through my hair, an adventure with you was fun", I smile."Im sorry for everything again." "Don't apologize", I giggle. "I must for being a monster, a monster in disguise... Please forgi-" (moment of silence) his lips felt cold against mines. I open my eyes and stare at his beautiful blonde hair sweeping in the cool wind in the dim-light. I stare into his deep blue and grey-like eyes that seem to stare in my mind. "Do you really like me?", he asks. "Yeah, I really like you."

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