mirrorball~ mason thames

☆AIRPORT GOODBYES☆

i'm sitting in front of my open suitcase with tears spilling out of my eyes.

three whole weeks.

that doesn't seem like a lot to the average person, but to me, it's infinity.

a couple hours ago, mason promised to come help me pack, but he still hasn't arrived.

i really don't want to leave.

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i haven't moved from my position on the floor when mason walks into my room.
luckily, the tears dried up earlier so at least he doesn't think i'm a complete mess.

"sorry i'm late tils," mason tells me as i look up from my suitcase to him, "don't worry about it" i shrug my shoulders, "i haven't even started packing yet"

he nods at me before sitting down on the floor, "i'll help you pack" i smile at mason, blushing, "you can choose all the clothes i take, i could not care less" i stand up from the ground and walk over to my closet.

we end up choosing a lot of shorts and jeans, and only a couple tops and sweatshirts.
"i have like no hoodies" i roll my eyes, trying to sort through my closet.

"you can always take a couple of mine with you" mason shrugs his shoulders, while joining me at my closet.

"imagine all of your fan pages seeing photos of me wearing your hoodies, they'll go crazy" i laugh, turning to face him.
"so?" mason replies simply, looking down at me.

all i feel right now is the bolts of electricity shooting throughout my body.
"stop looking at me like that" i blush and cover my hands with my face,
"you're really pretty," mason shrugs off my comment like it's nothing.

"i hate you, thames" i smile up at him while shaking my head, "you're such a bad liar, pravong"

i think im hallucinating when i see him take a step closer to me, i mentally face palm my self for telling mason that i hate him because it's one of the biggest lies i've ever told in my life.

ever.

i cover my face with my hands again.
why doesn't he call me pravong more often?
i think to myself.

it's probably a good think that he doesn't call me by my last name so much because if he did i'd be constantly blushing.

"can i tell you something?" mason asks me, shuffling a step closer, i remove my hands from my face, and the bolts of electricity are taken over by nervousness.

i nod my head in reply, not being able to get any words out.

"i really, really~" mason gets cut off by tristan opening the door dramatically,
"TELL ME WHEN I CAN OPEN MY EYES" he practically screams, covering his face with his hands.

"jesus christ tristan," i shout, waving my arms around.
"i just needed to make sure" he tristan replies, shrugging his shoulders.

i look over to mason whos standing there awkwardly,
"mom was wondering if she wanted us to drive you to the airport tomorrow" tristan turns to mason, ignoring the annoyed look on my face.

he ruined what could've happened.

"oh, yeah sure," mason smiles slightly as i stand next to him, "can you leave now?" i ask tristan before walking towards him and pushing him out of my room.

it takes a while for me to finally shove him out of my room, and once i finally do, i have to lean against the door to stop tristan from barging back in.