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ᴏ4. | ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀꜱ
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𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 | 𝟸𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸
𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐘/𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓. She and Mason have gotten pretty used to having each other around, and the weird awkwardness in the air has already been forgotten.
Both of them were home on Friday night. Chelsea had their next game against West Ham, so Mason was expecting Declan to come over that night; knowing that the West Ham captain wanted to catch up with his best friend.
While Mason was in the shower after playing basketball outside, Y/N was in the kitchen baking some cookies for the house.
She pulled the tray of freshly baked cookies from the oven and placed them on a cooling rack. The girl hummed to herself quietly as she turned off the appliance, allowing the oven to finally cool down.
"Who the hell are you?"
Y/N yelped and quickly spun around, being met face-to-face with someone standing behind her, standing in the kitchen doorway. She placed a hand over her heart and tried to control her breathing after the fright. She didn't even hear him come inside the house.
"Holy crap, you scared me," she laughed, taking in quick breaths. She didn't seem threatened by the fact that a stranger was standing in the middle of the kitchen. Y/N figured it had to be one of Mason's friends she hadn't met before. And from the pictures she'd seen on Mason's Instagram, she knew it was his childhood best friend, Declan Rice.
"Hi, nice to meet you." She greeted him nicely, giving him a small wave. She walked over to the sink, washing her hands quickly as she looked over at Declan with a warm smile.
"Who are you?" He spoke rather intensely, not returning Y/N's welcoming gesture.
"Y/N," she said as she dried her hands on a spare towel.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, pointing around Mason's kitchen.
"Baking cookies," she said, holding up a tray of freshly baked macadamia nut cookies, the aroma of which filled Declan's nose.
"I get that. I mean, why are you in Mase's house?" He clarified. Y/N felt insulated, not liking the condescending tone he was using.
"I live here," she whispered, just loud enough for Declan to hear.
"You live here?"
She nodded and could see Mason's friend's face twist from slight confusion into anger.
