mirrorball~ mason thames

☆MALIA☆

"tilly, we're leaving to go to miguel's in five minutes, so if you aren't ready i'm leaving without you" tristan tells me, standing in the doorway of my room.

i'm sitting on the ground in front of my full body mirror, doing my makeup. "can you give me like two seconds, i'm almost done" i say, turning around to face him.

if honesty comes into the picture. i don't want to hang out with anyone today. i know for a fact that it's going to be the most awkward thing ever, since the whole instagram caption dilemma.

platonic

totally platonic

i think platonic is my least favourite word and that's saying something because i have lots of least favourites.

"hey, uh, you how masons gonna be there right?" tristan asks, laying down on my bed, waiting for me to finish getting ready.

"yeah? i honestly couldn't care le~" i get cut off by tristan, "he's bringing a girl he met at halloween horror nights"

this is an oh in italics moment, but definitely not the good kind.

i think my heart just dropped a little.

a lot.

"i promise you that i was trying to convince him not to" tristan adds in as i stare blankly at him, trying to gather up all the emotions.

"thanks t, but i honestly don't care what he does. i don't like him" i start,
"anymore" he finishes my sentence for me as i nod my head slowly.

"anymore"

-

miguel answers the door minutes after we rang the doorbell. A big smile makes its way onto my face as he pulls me into a hug.
"i missed you so much" miguel mumbles into my shoulder as tristan stands behind us awkwardly.

"im here too" he rolls his eyes sarcastically, as i pull away from the hug.

the three of us make our way inside, and we end up in the lounge room, where everyone's sitting.

brady, becca and maddy get up and come over to greet us, as mason and his 'girlfriend' stay on the sofa.

that's a bitch move.

"you ok?" brady asks, giving me a small hug.
"yeah i'm fine, why wouldn't i be fine?" i put on a fake smile, avoiding eye contact.
"really tilly?" he almost laughs in reply, before subtly gesturing towards mason and the girl.

i shake my head playfully and shrug it off like it's no big deal.

maddy and becca hug me not long after, before we make our way over to the sofa.

everybody took up the rest of the free seats, and the only one left is next to mason.

yay.

i sit down on the sofa awkwardly, trying to move as far away from him as possible. leaving me with about one inch of space between the two of us.

"i'm malia" the girl smiles sweetly, sticking her hand out for me to shake it. "matilda" i send her the same fake smile back, shaking her hand slightly.

"i thought you only liked being called tils, im from what i've heard at least" i almost cringe at the sound of his nickname for me coming out of her mouth.

"tilly. it's tilly, to my friends" i nod my head, looking away from malia and focusing my attention on mason, who's not looking anywhere close to my direction.
"ok, i'll call you tilly then," she nods her head happily.

too happily.

"who said you were my friend?" i say bluntly before turning my focus back to the others.

—

i haven't spoken one word to mason all day.

we've been here for 4 hours.

currently, the eight of us are sitting outside on the lounge chairs.

as i sit here and watch malia flirt with mason, i can tell that he's clearly not into it.
but it still makes me want to throw up when theyre being all touchy.

"i'm gonna go sit over by the pool" i whisper to maddy, before getting up of the outdoor sofa and walking over to the pool.

thank god, is all i can think to myself because i've finally escaped from all of the pda.

it was physically sickening.

i guess i haven't actually escaped it, because not long after i sat down, mason comes and sits next to me.

"what?" slips out of my mouth with a little attitude.
"i just wanted to come talk to you," he shrugs his shoulders, avoiding eye contact with me.

"why don't you talk to malia?" i ask, turning to face him with a tight lipped smile.

"because, i don't want to talk to malia, i want to talk to you" mason tells me and i don't know how to answer that.

the confusion, the confusion, the confusion.

"speaking of malia" he clears his throat and i look back down at the water awkwardly.
"what do you think of her?"

he has to be kidding right now.

"i think she's great" i smile, nodding my head quickly,

"i think you should take malia to a candy store and buy her the candy she's been wanting to try forever, i think you should wrap your arm around malias shoulder when she gets scared at a certain part of a horror movie, i think you should draw on malias hand when you're bored"

tears start to gather in my eyes as mason looks over at me with a speechless expression on his face.

"i think you should make her a fucking playlist"
i tell him harshly before standing up, and trying to wipe the never ending stream of tears that are unconsciously falling from my eyes.

as i make my way over to the rest of the group, they all look up at me with confused expressions on their faces, but they don't say a word.

"tristan, can you drive me home?" i ask, trying to compose myself. he doesn't think for a second before nodding his head and standing up.

the two of us are silently walking through the house before someone opens the sliding door behind us,
"tils wait" mason walks up to us and all i feel is anger.

jealousy.

"don't call me tils"

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I APOLOGISE ONCE AGAIN BUT TBH THIS IS ONE OF MY FAV CHAPTERS SO FAR

TILLY IS A GIRLBOSS TBH

ALSO

NAVIA ROBINSON IS THE FACECLAIM FOR MALIA<33